Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1891-12-25
man come with me-"

L have led again. aud ag in,
II as part OF tie curse that L will
n yer find her. Every Christmas
get colder and hung Ter and the
torture is mo than / can tell to
mortal man. | can not mingle
with NV family on Christmas and
my life Is almost beside herself
with anxietv as t. my hereabouts
an the cause of my absence"
AS we walked along we over
took a happy throng of bri2Et faced
children, with their laughter ripuiinp
everywh. re. There was nipping
wind in the street hut they did not
! mind 1t for they were bound for
| the G ristnas eve festivities in
church whose great towers doomed
just ahead. We paused at the en-
trance and my conpa ion looking up
saw the glow of lights, whose wealth
# color was filtered through the
| windows of stained glass. A warm
/ BREATH seemed t" come from within
fret hted with he scents of ever
green and the indi,tinguishable ham
and prattle of chi .drefis voices
Take me away fir m here for
Gods sake, said my companion as
he passed his hands before his eyes
The sight of all this happiness
makes n,sudder. she
As he turned away the oft notes
Of the organ stole from thes.inc uary
aud "a moment later there hoated
! out the angelic voices Of the choir,
1 hot
| that Gibbs and flows firm the hearts
aud lips of children when they sing
their Chris, mas anthems. 1t was
such music as might cause the seraphs
from Heaven to pause enthra,lei,
but Goidw, i ght begged me to take
him beyond the reach of the We ices,
which, to his ears, was like the wall
of some houEded pirit bearing along
, with it the fearful curse of Mrs.
AiuSwurth AS the music swelled
, fir IN within and seemed to ill ali
space, @ sldweIght, with a fearful
oath, plunged into the crowd and
went down the street. l soon hur-
ried after him but he was lost in the
crowd.
X
Some months later I called at Mr.
GoldweIghts office on California
/, street with some important informa-
ton.
MIR. Goldweight. | have some
private busiue SIS with YOU"
He motoLed to ms CLERK who
disappeared.
MIR. G"ldweight', | said slowly,
Il have found Mrs. Ainsworth
He looked up and made no rep'y
The intelligence did not seem to
move him. He i'd finally:
"N ell, What Of tbail'
was to astounded to speak for
some moments.
Were you not anxious to find
her last Christmas2"
Il might have been, but l Ger
tainiy DO not ca t. see her now or
even hear her discussed" He rang
his bell and the clerk returned
''Good day sir" he said, as he bent
over his accounts.
1t WAS easy to see that Goldweight
was himself again, once more alb
sorbed in business, the same cold
calculating man of money. Either
the events of each su ceeding Christ
mas had become complete blank r
the man of business had overshadow-
ed tho supplicatlng, peultent wretch
whose cringing, shiverlLg figure had
fitted before my eyes on those woe
full Christmas ewes. Despite my cool
dismissal from the office, / was Ie-
solved tn & 1T was my mission To ,
deliver Goldw eight from his dreadful |
situation and l knew that | had but |
to wait the opportunity. L had dis
cove ed the where bouts of Mrs. |
Ainsworth and had told her the |
story of Goldweight. She had listen
ed o my description of the fearful |
effects of her curse and had be ged |
me to oring the miserable man to
her house that she might bestow upon
hun her blessing and forgiveness. | I
could easi y explain To myself his |
refusal to see her when the appointed
time fnr HIM to feel remurse lad
passed His mean and graSplns
nature which had been a part of tbs
exisiauce al. these years had become
governing power i'll his thoughts
and actions. Everything peniteut
and renors-fll was bimted Out of
HIS being and the PORTALS OF memury !
bad been swung back BY some power
watch the auman mind could not
anaiN u, and behind those closed
doors vas the p.isor house OF his
better 5 IT, knew it was use ess to
argue The matter wi, h hun at present.
i he GU time Tor til Vas when lie
Was wrIthlns under tie whip of his
annual contritIon; when the torture
OF the curse was upon his soul.
Ouce more the bells told the story
Of the infant King OF man rsOu pal
pitatIng spires. 1t was Christmas