The Opelousas courier., 1891-11-07

heaven" The voice has grown husky
and faint, YEARLY she leans back, saying
"Sing, sing, Sister Cosie."
"What shall l sing2"
"Safe-Jesus.o
And the sweet old song, "Safe in the
arms of Jesus was waited out into the
still night air. Cora possessed a voice
Of rare power and richness, thrilling in
its intensity, but it was only when
stirred by some deep feeling or emotion
that she gave full vent to the depths Of
its expression.
Vincent had finished his business
transaction, and had just reached the
little house when the soft notes fell Upon
his ear. He stepped to the threshold of
the open door, filled with a nameless
awe which would not allow him to in
terrupt the solemnity of the scene by
knocking. And such a picture as swept
across his vision. No one in the room
had noticed that the light of day had
gradually dissolved itself into twilight,
and that the twilight was fast deeing
into night, all being absorbed with the
awful sublimity of the approaching
death; so the lights had not been
brought in. Pickering shadows came
and went over the dull, faded carpet.
The pale moon rising up slowly and
looking in at the windows, she'd its
sllvery light across two heads; the one,
that of the fragile, dying child, with the
finely chiseled, beautiful face, and the
rich, dark riB glets clustering over the
high, white brow; the other, could this
be Cora Shattuck? He had never Thought
her beautiful before; one plump hand
closed over the thin frail one within it,
and the face looked full and fresh in
sharp contrast to the delicate one beside
it, but it had become TRANSPORTED. The
calm moor resting or her hair, changed
it into a halo of glory. The beautiful
eyes were shining with a light he had
never before noticed. The soul seemed
almost to be creeping throu h its earthly
partitions and as she sang, "There by
his love o'ershaded," the same holy
light shone with radiant effuIgence in
the two faces, in the face OF the one
whose earthly life was fast ebbing out,
and in the face of the other, full of the
bloom of youthful life, with all its fiery
ambitions, its exalted hopes, its lofty
aspirations. The sweet, thrilling voice,
now so soft aud tender, making one
conscious of the reserve power that lay
behind it, triIled out from the depths
of the soul the last line of the chorus,
ttSweetly my soul shall rest"
ing so silently into their midst7 His
cold, chilling touch is robbed of all its
fearfulness, and ov~ershadowing then all
in a cloud of perfect peace.
A mystic hush pervades the group.
Only the air has become saturated with
the last strains of the wonderful voice
reverberating through the dim old house.
The faint, low voice is speaking now,
and bending low they catch the words,
uttered between gaspiDg intervals,
Observation-Disclosures" A few
short gasps, a sudden clasping of Cora's
hand, and the spirit of the weary sufferer
has become disenthralled from its worn
out habilaments; like the butterfly it
has burst its bonds and now no longer
fettered by the ~grovelling garments 81
earth 1t scars out into the liberty OF a
life free from every downward tendency
life hidden with its God,
They are returning homeward from
the house of death in the bright moon
light, Vincent and Cora. Few words
have been spoken, but Vincent is thinks
There are depths in Cora Shattuck'gsI
which will never be compassedNf
by Emily Worthington.' What is mere&
Of face or form to beauty off
character and soul, which grows everS
brighter as the years roll onl"
That night as the two separate, the
eyes look deeply and earnestly
into the hazel eyes, until the long lashes
droop over these and a magnetic thrill
stirs every cord and fibre in them boil
at the pressure of their hands.
Five years later. Mr.. Shattuck has
passed over the river; Max and Henry
are in college, aud where is our Coral
Presiding over a pretty home in one OF
our Western cities, az Mrs. Treforme she
won a host of friends, and although
not particularly noticed by strangers, she
IS to one man the ideal of all that il
noble, beautiful and true.-Yankes Blade
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