Iuka reporter. (Iuka, Miss.) 1888-1894, 1890-07-03
POOR LITTLE EMILY,
The History Of a Prudent
Marriage.
BY MISS MULoCK.
CHAPTER w

LIE mortuis nil nisi bonum
would gladly put this as the motto to
Inc present chapter, and adopt the moral Of
1t, which is noble and Christian moral,
and can not be too tenderly and sedul ously
acted upon-in the main. But truth for
bids silence sometimes that truth,
The evil that men do lives after them;
Inc good ID often inferred with their bones
which is as true now as when Shakespeare
wrote 1t. No one, taking wide and COM
prehensive view of life, can fail to see what
fatal harm is sometimes caused, passively,
oy the passive dead; how often the living
Will 1njure themselves and more than
themselves - for the sake OF what
they call respect for the memory
OF the depalted;" some one who,
maybe, was once as foolish, obstinate, self
ish, cruel as any of us, and in death has
perpetuated the ill doings of his life. From
this feeling, corrupted from virtue into
mere superstition, many wrong, too late
discovered, which ought, years and years
before, to have been dragged to the open
day, and crushed and trampled under the
avenging heel of righteous wrath and noble
scorn, is hushed up, suffered to be passed
over unrequited, because-alas the wrong
doors are now far away in the silent land,
where, at least, they can injure no more.
cannot be spoken, then keep silence.
Yes, ordinarily. God forbid that when
He lays His eternal seal upon the CULVER
ing mouth of sinner as we'll as saint, ours
H. wise should not respect His awful man.
date a4 be dumb. But there are cases in
which sllerce regarding the dead involves
wrong to the SVino, and that which might
have been solemn warning to many others
left behind falls short If its natural lesson
the lesson would fain we some world
ly people lay to heart from u.is story-the
true story, alas! of John Bower. ank's wife.
Though it happened long ago, an. though
place, people, and extraneous circumstances
have been. | trust, effectually disguised
still the story itself is no invention, but a
fact told to me; and I tell it, after all the
actors therein are safely dead and gone,
as lesson to those whom it may concern;
especially those who are supposed to need
none, and yet fate often reads to them
quietly the sharpest lesson of all-the par
ents of grown-up children.
Lady Bowerbank was sitting quite alone,
and dressed in deep mourning, in the din
ing-room OF the house at Queen Anne
street. She had been summoned to London
for the first time since her marriage, by
very sad event-the sudden death Of her
father. He was not an old man exactly,
and had been hitherto remarkably hale and
active. living his life the life Of harris
ter ABOUT town with apparent enjoyment,
making, and spending as fast as be made,
o very good income, absorbed chiefly in
selfish pleasures, but pleasures Of per-
fectly reputable and unobjectionable kind.
However, in the midst of these Death
found and called him. Some hidden heart
disease suddenly developed itself, and he
court. His dauohtar and con in law wara
telepranbed for Int ava,, bafora the mas
sage reached them he WAS no mora Tbav
carried him back from Wastminster Hall to
his own door n cornse.
OF course. deen was tbe svmnathv with
his family. and thonob s;nca har msrr;aga
he had 40 withdrawn himself from her that
the slender f;iiaI relat;on which ayar a,;st,
ed. or WINS likely IN a~;st hatwas,, = lov;no
girl and a man 40 essentiailv seifish thataYe
cent nv force If the clam, of ,otnre ha nod
no right whatever Ia he cons;dayad a father
had become ali Int nominal. still over
powered by the suddanness 1T the stroke.
his daughter mourned for h;m~mon,ned
not 40 mnch later wars a.
those early childish DAYS when almost ev-
ery man takes a certain nleasure in natter
nity. especially being father TO a pretfv lit
tie girl. She recalled how he used to set
her on the table after dinner and make her
dance to him. or take her walks in the mark
with her best clothes on-her muslin
frocks, and blue ribbons. and her golden
hair fiyinc about. SO that. infant as she was.
she was fully aware everybody noticed her.
and asked aNhose CHARMING little GIRL that
was?" Halcyon DAYS these. during which
MANY an imperfect nature and hard heart
ride safely over the smooth waters Of life
to be shipwrecked afterward. It is not Til
the storm comes that we find out the real