The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1888-08-04

house became fast friends. Such strange
likings often occur under circumstances
which. in meaner natures, produce only
ie.iousy and aversion. But these three
the two men left living and the sweet
woman happily dead We're all good peo-
ple. none of whom had Intentionally
wronged the other, but had all been sInned
against by the on6 selfish, hard heart that
was now a mere handful of dust. Still,
! by the mercifui ordinance of Providence,
4 evil itself is limited in its power against
good, especially when after 1t comes the
solemn, healing hand of inevitable fate,
which the foolish and bad resist, but by
which the wise and good are Gained aud
/ soothed.
When Emily was dead the two honest
men who had loved and mourned her--one
I with the wild, angry passion OF loss, the
1 other with a half remorsefnl tenderness
/ were unconsciously drawn 10 one another
! in way neither could have explained or
/ desired to explain, but both felt it was SO.
+ They sought one anothers company sLyly
/ and doubtfuily at first; afteTward with
yearning curiosity; finally, out of warm re-
gard. The great difference of ago be-
| tween them, which might have been that
4 of father and son, and the fact that the one
/ had never had a father nor the other son,
! also combined to prevent all feeling OF r.
4 VARY, and to form bond of mutual at
/ traction and mutual usefulness. And she
I who was gone, though her name was never
once named between them till Mr., STEM
house asked Sir Johns permission to gie-
1t TO his baby daughter, constituted a tie
stronger than anything external.
Mr.. knowle was little surprised, and
so was Mrs. Knowle, to see the great cor
dIality and even intimacy when, IN the
course OF a year, spIang ny between the
senior and junior partners. But the
Knowles were both such kindly people
that though they did not understand 1t
indeed, would have expected things to be
altogether different they were exceedingly
glad it was SO; exceedingly tender, too, III
"A half sort of way, over the baby En-
lily, whom good Mrs. knowle took to with
IA warmth surpass ng even her universal
and ardent affection for all babies.
And so tie three households of the firm
OF John Bowerbank Il Co. stall subsist--
two rich and childllss, one much poorer,
but not without many blessings. There is,
at all events, wherewithal TO put food into
the little mouths, and clothes on the little
bodies, and instruction into the little
minds; and John Stenhouse is n good
father, who, in & literal sense, makes no
step BARNS, but is equally Just and tender
with his own and his wite's daughters. As
a parent of young children he has been
also fanltless; what he may be when the
little maldens grow up and take to marry
ing. Heaven knows But the sharp OK
perience of his own life may be all the
better for theirs.
People do say that one of them is not
likely to be poor all her life, but will be
chosen by Sir John Bowerbank as his
l1lFpES "a = "a lai "a
Lady Bowerbank's fortune his own, Sir
John openly declares, he means to divide
among charitable institutions. Poor little
Emily, now running about under the shady
alleys of Blrkenhead Park in her cotton
iTock, and with occasional holes in Der
shoes, she knows not what may be her des-
tiny Nor does her father good man
who watches her and guards her, aud IS
both father aud mother to her, for Mrs.
Stenhouse, though sweet as ever, has sunk
into confirmed lazinCss and elegant invalid
ism. Her girls are good children, but the
apple of the fathers eve is his own little
daughter: and no doubt, even now, he
thinks with a certain vague dread of the
young man who may be coming some day
to snat h her from him.
Still, under all circumstances, even the
alarming catastrophe Of Emily5 marriage,
/ think John Stenhouse will prove himself
just. an unselish, and a loving father
And if-humau nature being weak ut best
he is ever tempted TO be otherwise, he
will think, as he does think, in many a
wakeful midnight, with his wife fast agelp
beside him. of that quiet grave, within
sound of the waves Oh Waterloo shore,
where lies buried the love of Lis youth
the one woman who would have made him
really happy and been happy herself who,
instead of dying thus, might nave lived to
be the light of his home and the mother Of
his children poor Emily Kendall