Telegram-herald., 1889-10-15

Gad - ner t1ra4t sic pa nod = gay euues
~ ne s,nlzc sn1 E01nsaiu asa berries, AID
TEA gc-ag iEto tas meadow e4ck % tAs
co.tzZe sas hastily geIhered . Oonch Il
s-tlu.u rencrs
~Ng sister SAYS tat s1e never oeSore
saw sueh al expression ss crept ever
A. Nsrgerys face - sae stood ia tie doorway
Listening Tor tne soaud oI wheels IL 70
uinded Der OF tksr place in the Blsie where
El.j jah stood waiting ter the cbariot 70 tass
him home; SIS wondered II his fsoe oid uos
wear saen look of Joyful. YET solenB an
Lclpalseu.
~Sl4denly a sound broke the Stiffness
j. Was no. tie merry creallug q randy
turning Wheels. nog The joyful laughing u
TIC ol. rs. a11 u asn the tara ~ the road
Was reached tie moQraful souBa was sue
ceedea % = mere oulinous stiffness Tney
were net wholly UnprepAred for the uu-
usual appearance Of Eeb. Colouel &ars6en's
body servant Hls faoe wore such : fright
enec expression that nv SISTER fastened %
meet him, exclziming. Why, Zeb, what Is
the maglsri Where IS the ColonelP For
IA answer the negro threw himself upon
the grass, moaning and sob9ing. on,
cant tel Missy Margery, / can't tel Missy
AargeryP
'Sae finally learned from BIN how the
party Of officers had encountered a baud q
goerll.as and IN the sk rmish that resulted
Colonel Nsrsden lad been klued. 'Dey had
70 90 back 20 warn dc camp 2ad told me 10
take keer 90 de Runnel'
Poor Margery must have heard Zeb's
story, for when they reached the house she
was unconscious, and before night her
brain was raging with fever from whose
effects she has never recovered"
The remainder Of the landlady's story was
told ia few words.
Colorel Marsden's friends came for his
body, and, upon learning Margery's condi-
tion. placed IN the hands Of our pastor a
sum OF money sufficient 10 supply her wants
for many years, for the doctor told them
that Il was very probable that her reason
would never be restored.
God IN His mercy blotted from her mind
the whole terrible tragedy, and she was
again like u little child, happy when the
birds were singing and the flowers bloom
ing Year after year al memory Of Colonel
Marsden seemed forgotten until the sumac
began 10 crimson the mountain sides, when
she would seem possessed OF a spirit Of IN
rest, and until the frost came ever listened
for the sound Of the long-expected carriage.
After hearing the story Of Margery my
heart was filed with kindness for the home
and many dear friends belonging 10 me.
even though they were distant, and all
homesickness had vanished ere opened the
school house door on the morrow.
Nv scholars were like others, idle and
mischievous at times, but their good quail
ties prcdominated and / soon learned u
love them.
How wildly al the bright faces float out
Of the past, but chief among them is little
Con Dawson, my jolly Irish boy, and Hattie
Hosmer, with long, fine curls floating over
her shoulders.
After hearing all the recitations it was
my custom to spend the last half hour in
discussing the leading events or the day or
in telling them some OF the old stories
which all children delight TO hear. One
evening, when in the midst of that delight
ful romance, ''King Arthur and His Table
Round" we saw Margery standing nearth
doorway, eagerly inten. upon al that was
said, but upon the conclusion OF the story
she Immediately disappeared.
Here was my opportunity, and the listen
ing children soon heard how we of to-day
might do the same work as did the brave
knights of old, and after speaking Of the
heavy cross laid upon her, the sympathetic
faces assured me that she would never
again lack champions. She very soon
learned that we were her friends and
spent most of her time N the schOol-rocm.
One d~y during the dinner hour the chill
dren had built n FIRE TO roast some apples,
and as there was some necessary work
awaiting my return, I left them in Mar
gery's care while completing II. How DO
accidents so often happona Who can tell.
who explain themi Suddenly Con Dawson
rushed into the room screaming: They're
on FIRE; they're burning up"
It took but moment to grasp a shawl
hanging near the door, but ere / reached
the frightened children l saw that Margery
wss enshrouded in q robe OF fame. The
shawl smothered the fire, but we saw that
she was terribly burned, and summonlng
assistance she was conveyed to the nearest
farm house.
Con tried to tell me how it occurred
''You see, Margery tried to keep us all far
enough away from the fire, especially the
girls; but al at once Hattie Hosmers
apron was afire and her curls began TO siz-
zle, and, and-weil, she was all right but
Margery was burning up, so Iran for you"
we learned that we must 90 Immediately IL
we wished to see Margery alive.
Itwas very dark in the valley, but golden
light hung over tho mountains crest "a we
drew near the cottage. Outside an old
negress was grooming a plantation melody:
"Oh, de chariot Oh fire, dc chariot ob fire."
and as / lifted the latch Margery's eager
voice was SAVING: Listen Ihear the sound
- fue
As the doctor dressed the terrible burns
weil-remem bered verse came TO mind
There appeared horses Of fire and chariot
Of fire." and 1 thanked God that in place OF
a parting, it here meant for two souls
blessed reunion.
Before leaving for the night a wonderful
change came over the face, and we knew
that for her ''the long disquiet was forever
merged into perfect rest"
The directors ordered that there should be
no school until after the funeral, and at the
scholars request asked that she might DO
buried from the school-house. We trimmed
the room as IL for bridal, with testoons OF
the Virginia creeper and great bunches Of
fall asters and golden-rod, for, said the
children, "she loved flowers so, and we
know she is happy now We covered the
poor burned hands with bunch Of brilliant
sumac leaves.
Asthe preacher read: "Greater love hath
no man than this, that q man lay down bis
lifc for his friend" " little Con Dawson whis-
perod 70 ne: 4 am so glad that we were
really her friends
Tho sumso leaves have turned crimson
and gold many times since then. tut never
see bunch Of the brilliant foliage without
thinking or that cuiet hamlet ia ihe Vir-
Finia mountains. and how MarFery wen.
home Mrs. 4. N. Riley, IL Detroit Free
Press
For fine oak sdohoari for SfQ. 20
IN tho W5ne~qr Furniture C0mpanv.