Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1889-10-03

OF undersr anding her. His eyes were
closed. He slept
AM he seemed forever thus. Whether
the beautiful but expressionless eyes were
open Or closed his mental faculties were in
that dulled, dormant state 1t might be said
they slept.
HE is like that little statue OF Jesus
now" she once said to me, pointing TO o
marble figure of Christ, but some day
God viii awaken his soul All, doctor,
shall live TO see that daygn
I scarcely thought she could, but did not
tell her so.
From the day on which she related the
story of her husbands death, she herself
dropped visibly,
But grief kills very slowly. Five years
passed by. Lord Welbury was dead. His
wealth-with the exception of the annuity
to his sons widog--Nas left to his niece 5
child; his title now by right became his
grandsons.
The boy grew fast; he was years old,
but his mind still slumbered. He knew
the sound of his mothers voice would
come to the side of her couch when called;
would lie for hours folded in her arms,
whispering back her loving words, re-
peating her gentle admonitons like an
echo. The words apparently conveyed
no meaning, but they touched some hid,
den chord.
Weaker and weaker grew Mrs Wilton.
On one of my daily visits the sick nurse,
who wasin constant attendance now, whis-
pered 10 me that the end was near I
was startled, shocked, to perceive how
near
Doctor, dear friend" she gasped very
family, as pressed her poor transparent
hand; bat her whole attention was riveted
on her son; she was gazing at him with
eyes out of which the light Of earth was
fading fast. 1t was evident she desired to
say something, but it was some time be-
fore the words would come At last, gath
eriug strength, she said in low, penetrat
ing voice that scarcely faltered: ~ am go.
ing to leave vOu Charlie. Here | could
not helr you, but when in heaven / see
our dear Lord face to face-when on my
knees before the great white throne"
For an instant m expression Of rapture
irradiated her features, the next, with a
slight sigh, she sank back upon the pillow.
l touched Charlie ON the shoulder. Fe
dropped upon his knees, and unpromptsd,
joined his Trembling hands in prayer. His
gaze was directly upward. His counter.
ance assumed a look of intensity ] had
never seen on it before. Quite suddenly
he rose, and tiingiug himself sobbing
across the bed, on mother, mother! Do
not leave me all aloue,n he cried.
"See Your son is saved" | whispered,
bending over Mrs. Wilton. But was
speaking to the dead.
And yet, even as looked upon the still
white face, the lips seemed parting into a
smile of the most holy, calm, ineflable
e~-,+~-,4 C---i4 So % barsalf had
said? Was she already kneeling before
the great white throne-had God listened
to her prayer at last?
few more words and this ''o'er true
tale' is ended.
From the moment of his mothers death
The mists that had obscured poor Charles
mind dispersed.
took him to live with me, and watched
his young intelligence grow day by day to
healthy vigOr. Not even a shadOwy sem.
biance of a cloud rests now upon his mind.
He has succeeded to his grandfather's
wealth as well as to the title, for 1.-THE
niece's child" is dead.
The present Lord Welbury ranks among
England's noblest sons-he is one of the
greatest philanthropists of the day.-The
ArgoSy.