Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1889-01-18
TAzEWELL g. H, VA FRIDAY, JANUARY IS, 1889.

"Thero ia boy In my wari,n tho
noto ran, ivory i'll with = Kind Of low
fevor. Flo says ho has done yoa an in
jury and cannot rest until he sces you.
Will you como to him?'
ut must be Jim Elder" thought Nat,
"and don't want to go.a
All his lifo Nat had been taught by
his honest, Woodworking mother to
listen to tho voice of conscience, and
do always what is right. Yet it was
hard to put down anger and n sense of
injury aud injustice dono to himself and
his companion, Mop. But the next
afternoon ho walkod slowly up to tho
hospital, and with hositating hand
pulled the iron door-bell. In ono of
the upper wards ho was mo, by tho
nursa who had written to him, and was
taken 10 tho room where lin Eldor lay
tossing to and fro.
AS soon as the ick 10y saw Nit ho
sit up in bod. strong with fever, and
leld out his lanl. "Nat," he said, III
want to hear You say that you forgive
mo. Two been awful jealous, nrd mean
MS coull ba 10 you; and thon l killed
Mop. l am sorry. EvtrJ night it
seemed rs if you camo and stood bcsilo
my bed; and / can't get any sleep"
Tho boy sank back on his pillow cx-
haust- d, with his bright eyes iixod on
Nat, who was not looking ut Jim, but
u spot in tho carpet; and n tumult was
surging within him. Tho ono who had
honc him moro injury than any ono
else in his life lay Doforo him. Howis
AFRAID thlt he could not say from his
heart thnt he fully f,rsavc him fcr
wantonly killing his little fnvorite. No;
tho words cholss d him. At length ho
rAiscd his eyes. Tho victory was half
won, but only half. al nm sorry you're
sic!', Jim," ho said, drawing long
breath.
"Say you forgive mo-" whispered til,
sick boy; but still Nat was silent.
Over tho bed hung colorod toxt, mt
which Nat looked vaguely for minute
without taking in its meaning. "For-
give, and yo shall bc fargivcn," lio ro-
pcnted to himself, Suddenly his face
flushed, and he grasped his cap with
convulsivo movement. Tho words,
which seemed writton al over Tho wall
in letters of light, entered his hcnrt.
| Gould ho over pray, "Forgive us our
trospasics," uni IS ho freely forgave
his PROSTATE enemy? All, no, never
How littcr and hard he had boon
And great wave of con r.tion swol
over him. The battlo was won a. lait,
but not in his own unnidcd strength.
"Jim," he said, "I do forgive you, for
Mop, for oyerything;" and, break 'ng
down with n sob, ho left the room.
Eyory visitors day after that saw n
bright, darA-cycd boy sitting beside
Tho now convalesoent Jim, talking or
roading to him, and filing TINT little
corner Of tho warl with sunshine.
When tho sick 10y was able to loayo
tho hospital, ho found place opened
to him. lilo did not know that Nat
had gone to ono of tho clerks in tho
Office, and that it was through his in
tercossion with Tho head OF The firm
that tho place had lcon secured. But
he gaes,cd that MT was tho main
spring of his good fortune, and it
touched him to the quick.
Nat forgavo much, and found great
10y in doing it, poaco of conscience, q
chance to help another back to health
and useful labor, and bound to his side,
by ties of gratitude and love, lifelong
friend. Nc,o York ObscrUer.