The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-01-15

MY father! NY mother | shall see
you again, and | trust it will not be long,
With these words, she crossed to Florino.S
tomb and sat down beside 1t. Milton came
and laid his arm on the back of the iron
chair in which she was sitting.
You never saw Miss Florne after you
removed to Georgia, did youN she asked.
oh, she was sweet character i'll her lat.
ter days! Her sorrow led her to the cross
for comfort, and from the day of her con
/ version TO the November evening on which
she died. she lived, as it were, in the very
| presence of Jesus. Her last words were: L
would not live always and, at her request,
the hymn beginning with those words was
sung as her remains were borne from the
church,
Milton stood in perfect silence for several
minutes his gaze resting upon the setting
sun. Presently he turned to Pauline and
said:
why should we be afraid to die, if our
trust is in Jesus Has he not promised to
be our guide even unto death. Has he not
through his atonement reconciled us to
God! And do we not look upon God as our
Father and love him as such! And does
he not love us and pity our weallnes ses as
an earthly father does his children' Then,
! when death comes. why should we be
afraid to meet our Father in heaven Do
| you think shrink from meeting brother
tomorrow! Why, the thought fills me with
| 1oys OF course | would like to be a great
and good man SO that you and brother
might be proud of me: but, Miss Paulie,
! | wouldn't be afraid to die. l love God, and
| feel that he loves me. My faith was
never stronger, nor my heart so full of
peace. Your fathers death produced upon
ME an impression too deep to be ever eff
faced. Oh, didn't he die sublimely9 l
shall never forget how he held my hand in
| his just before he died, and how confident
| ly he repeated st. Pauls words, i know
whom have believed and am persuaded
| that he is able to keep that which | have
committed unto him against that day
| Those words are constantly ringing in my
| ears, and were called to die, could fall
| asleep, repeating them as your father did.
A smile, seraphic in its sweetness, lighted
up the boys handsome face, and as he
slightly moved a sunbeam rested upon his
head and gave to his brown hair the golden
hue it wore in his early boyhood.
Pauline looked up at him with a tender
smile; then, stroking his left hand, on the
little finger of which rested a gold ring
which had belonged to his mother, she said:
Il know my little brother would not be
afraid to die, if the Master should call him;
but, oh, do hope he Will not call you yet
awhile. Milton, nothing would give me
more happiness than to see you minister
of the gospel. That is your calling You
know how to touch the heart. You could
lead thousands to Christ! There is some
thing in your countenance-Somethi in
your voice-that is irresistible! Do you
know l imagine that st. John, in his youth,
must have looked like youm
The boy smiled, and, STOPPING, mechan-
ically pulled a heliotrope blossom growing
at the foot of Florines monument.
miss Paulie,n he said, after a pause,
did you ever see a more beautiful sunset!
Look, will you!,
And he began to hum sweet hymn.
Pauline watched him during the while
with a wistful, loving expression. How
handsome-nay, beautlful-did he look in
the first flush of manhood! How dear he
was to her lonely, aching heart! Oh that
she could keep him near her forever!"
Miss Pauhe, why do you LOOK at me so
curiously!' he asked, as they rode home
ward. lam paiel"
mo, dear; you never looked better or
roster, but--but--" and she hid he's face in
her hands
But what, Miss Paulie?"
"Oh, child, l have premonition of com
ing trouble. Don't drive SO fast, please"
On reaching home Pauline went up to
her room, and, diveSting herself of her hat
and veil, descended to the library and
dropped into velvet rocking-chair.
Presently Milton came into the room.
Cant you sing a hymn or two for me-"
asked the young lady.
Certainly" and going over to where the
organ stood, he opened the instrument and
SAT down at it.
"What shall l sing, Miss Paulew he
asked, as his fingers glded lightly oyer the
keys.
Something about heaven-something
that will lift my soul above the gloom and
loneliness of EARTH
He turned to the instrument, and, in a
voice of remarkable sweetness, sang:
We speak of the realms of the blest-
That country so bright and so fair
And oft are its gloTieS confessed
But what must it be to be there?
After singing this entire hymn and sew
eral others that were touching and beauti-
Jul, he arose, and, crossing the room, drew
up a chair beside Pauline and sat down.
ooh, that was so sweet!n she murmured.
"But who viii sing for me when you are
gone? Oh Milton! Milton! You don't
know what comfort you are to mel"
She brushed a tear from her eye, and
drawing his head down in. her lap, pressed
her lips to his brow and for several moments
stroked his hair in silence.
81 cannot realize that you are 16 years of
age-that you are almost a man" she said,
presently. You will always seem little
boy to Miss Pauhe-always!"
"And such l always want to SEEM" he
said, as his violet eyes, full of rapturous
light, were raised to hers. ooh. | do love
for you to pet me, Miss Paulie! l don't
care if it is babyish! Your touch is SO ten
der-your voice so sweet You MAKE me
think of mamma and of heavenl / shall
expect you to kiss and pet me as long as /
live, even after you get married! But, Miss
Paulie !"-Here his face grew sad in its ex-
preston, and in a choked voice he contln-
ued: "Unless you become brothers wife,
don't want you to get married; because"
trying to smile, despite the huskiness of his
voice, mo other man would allow you to
pet me, | am afraid"
He paused and looked up at the chandelier
above his head. A second later he ex-
claimed, as his face lighted up with joy:
'This time tomorrow brother will be
here! Oh, am $3.50 anxious to see him
never was away from him for so long a
time in my life9 1t is now nine months
since have seen himl
Here Mrs Winston, her gold spectacles
pushed back upon her brow, came into the
room, and going up to Milton, stopped and
kissed him, murmuringly softly:
"Our sunlghtw
She patted his cheek, and. after a pause,
added in a loud emphatic voice:
You are our boy, and you shall not leave
usp'