Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1892-01-28

Sic Sobbcd little. still held her hand.
Two long hours had kept Mr.. Clith-
ero in talk For my friends sake !
would have prolonged the interview in
definitely. For my own too. He was
new character to me, this gentle soul, so
sadly astray. My filial feeling for him
differed momently. And as my pity
grew more exquisitely painful, shrank
still from quitting him, and SO acknowl-
edging that the pity was hopeless.
We approached the fort. The fiddlers
three were dragging their last grum-
bling notes out of drowsy strings. The
saints began to stream by toward their
wagons. We turned away to avoid rec
ognition.
Miss Clitheroe and Brent Joined us---a
sadder pair than we. The stars showed
me the glimmer Of tears in her eyes.
But her look was brave and steady, She
left my friend, and laid her hand on her
fathers arm. A marked likeness, and
yet q contrast more marked, between
these two. A more vigorous being had
mingled its life with hers. Or perhaps
the stern history Of her early days had
taught her to forge the armor Of self
protection. She seemed to have all her
fathers refinement, but she used it to
surround and seclude herself, not to
change and glorify others. Godiva was
not more delicately hidden from the
vulgar world by the mantle of her own
golden hair than this sweet lady by her
veil Of c,entle braadino
As she took her fathers arm to lead
him away to the camp, could read in
her look that there were no illusions for
her. But she clave to her father-the
binder and more hopelessly errant he
might be, the closer she clave. He might
reject her guidance; she still stood by To
protect him, to sweeten his life, and
when the darkness came. which she
could not but foresee, to be light to
him. However adversity had thus far
failed to teach him self possession, it had
made her heroine and martyr-a mo-
bic and unselhsh soul, such as, one
among the myriads, God educates to
shame the base and the trifling, and to
hesrten and inspire the true.
Now, dear father" she said. ''we
must bid these kind friends good night.
We start early. We need rest"
She held out her hand to me.
Dear lady" said l, taking her aside a
moment while Brent spoke to Mr.. Clith-
aroe, we are acquaintance Of today;
but campaigners must despise ceremony.
Your father has told me much Of your
history. Infer your feelings. Consider
me as brother. Nothing can be done
to aid your
"Your kindness and your friends kind
ness touch me greatly Nothing can be
done"
She sobbed a little. stiIl held her
hand.
"Nothingl7 said |, ''nothingl VIII
you go on with these people? You, a
lady, with your fate staring you in the
face.p
She withdrew her hand and looked
at me steadily with her large gray eyes.
What woman to follow into the jaws
Of DEATH
'.My fate, she said, s'can be no worse
than the old common fate of death That
! accept, any other defy. God does not
leave the worthy TO shame.
1--WE say SO when we hope
Il say it and believe"
.sCome. Ellen DEAR" called her fa-
thcr.
There was always between them,
whenever they spoke, BY finer gentle
ness of tone and words Of endearment, a
recognition Of how old and close and ex-
elusive was their union. Only when
Sizzum was present at tea the tender
ness. under that coarsenina inHnenca