The Dawson journal. (Dawson, Ga.) 1878-18??, 1886-01-28

ley; men touched their foreheads
significantly and whispered by
way of excuse for their old friend
that he had lately suffered a grave
domestic affection. Some gossip
there was whose tone was not
helpful to faith in womanhood,
not matter that much interested
the homeward- going statesman
gossip, however, that did not
spend its strength in that little
township for many a day thereaf-
ter. not till the visit of Toombs
was the merest memory and the
face of Levin Sheckley was for
gotten-for forgotten it was long
ere his history faded there, a his
tory that took on an eager life
when be ore that eventful Sabbath
night was all over the county had
heard that the wife Of the hamlet s
parson HAD fled with a sham-faced
lover, and that in the same night
the parson had quit the scene Of
his llfes best end4avor.
"Eoombs never heard again of
the man who affronted him SO
boldly till by accident he fell up
on mm vagrant, and dying at
his very gate. Because | loved
Bob Toombs, because | know
what his real nature was, and
know, too, how falsely his motives
aud amer have been read, for
such reason l am glad Of the
the chance to toll this story.
Could more glorious commenta-
ry be written On any heart than
actions told here? Levin Shock
ley's last days were indicative
enough of Robert Toombs against
all ctlumny that has dared attrib
ute unmanliness to him. Ha |
told all? No. Levin Shockley
did not wander South without an
incentive. The war left him a
cripple and destitute. He had
not been a Union orator only;
he shouldered mu8kat in good
time, and he had fought bravely,
falling, [ believe, at Gettysburg,
in an onward charge at the head
Of his company And now, final
ly dying from the effects Of battle
field exposure, he had wandered
away down int Georgia. Why?
you ask. Why? To seek that
recreant wife Of years before. A
letter somehow had got to him
from her; she was in Southern
almshouse; her sin had demanded
heavy wages; he who had led Der
into crooked paths had ended his
Wickedness with brutal desertion.
With no hope so she wrote
with no petition for rescue she
still wanted t. ask forgiveness ere
the end came. 1t was a pitiful
letter; pathos was in every line,
and It's mission was fulfilled. At
once and with all the energy of a
falling life the wronged husband
started toward her whose memory
needed in his heart no resurrec-
ton. That letter was in his hand
and he lay fainting at the roadside
when Bob Foombs found him,
and that strange day in the Old
time came back all clearly to his
remembrance. But gentle nurs-
ing did not suffice to bring back
health to Levin Shockley. He
died on new years day, but death
was happiness. The wife was
found. She, too, was sick unto
death Bob poomb5 stood in the
room when the. two long aud cru
elly-parted were finally met again.
He carried in with his arms her
wasted figure from his carriage
that had brought her to the dying
husband. 1t was not a scene to
yulgarize by gazing. Enough it
is to know that there was only
JOY and peace and all forgiveness
there. The Old life was revived,
but not for existence in this
world; heaven is for reunions SO
sacred, 50 joyful, as was this on
that new years day when Bob
Toombs gave happiness in all its
brightest PROJECTIONS to two souls.
No Boon that Science Has Conferred
Has been fraught with greater
blessings than that which has ac-
crued to the Inhabitants Of mlla-
ria ridden portions of the United
States and the Tropics from the
use Of Hostetter's Stomach Bit
ters. The experience Of many
years has but too clearly demon
astrted the ineniciancy Of quinine
and other drugs to efectually com
bat the progress Of intermittent.
congestiye and biloa5 remittent
feyar3. while on the other hand IL