The Hazel Green herald. [volume] (Hazel Green, Wolfe County, Ky.) 1885-19??, 1892-03-04

missed the Christians walk in life. In
the next world, if not in this, your neg
lect OF your daughter will rise up
against you and make you wish you
had never been born. The time will
come when the compliments and fiat
teries of Wheedler and the Pickleses
will not soothe your soul"
But, Mitchell, listen to me" Hiram
began, only to be promptly shut up by
his sister who went on:
There is no excuse for your conduct,
Hiram, none at all. Your daughter
may have done wrong in marrying
against your will, but she could not
have done greatly wrong, since you ac-
knowledge that John Green is a good,
honest, sober, Industrious man. But
wrong or not, her crime was not so
great that you were warranted in maxi
ing her an outcast, while you fill your
house with those who care for you only
so far as your dollars and cents go. Do
you think God will forgive you
and take you to His bosom so
long as You remain Oblivious
to your daughter? Never, never. If
you ever expect to get to Heaven take
some of the money you are subscribing
here and there, and devote it to your
childs needs. Better a thousand times
let the church go implanted than to let
that child suffer one moment from
want. Now I've had my say, Hiram,
and hope my words will set You to
thinking and acting more like Chris
tian and less like n heather, and that
before you throw away another dollar in
the useless effort TO buy favor of God,
you will act the part of civilized father.
Woe unto you, Pharisces, hypocrites. >"
Having thus brought her lecture TO q
finish and feeling her soul relieved of a
mighty burden, Aunt Mitchell arose
from her seat and, giving n whitening
look OF scorn and pity to those ut the
table, swept from the room, and an
hour later left Blatchford's house.
His sisters words had telling effect
on Blatchford. They cut him deeply, and
he could not rid himself of the uncom-'
Portable feeling they awakened. He
realized tlre truth OF her words, and
he grew small in his own estimation
He understood fully the futility of his
liberal financial gifts 10 the church and
the heathcn, and he was less inclined
TO praise and pat himself than he had
been for long time. Sister Blatchford
tried her old tactics to rally him, but
they lacked their old-time efficacy,
and he left the house that morning In q
sad, detected state of mind.
Reaching his Office he plunged into
his business duties with unusual ener-
gy, and for little while held TO them;
but soon his thoughts wandered back to
the scene at home, and between him
and his papers there fitted pictures of
his child. Now no saw her face, pale,
sad and sunlien, looking rcproachfully
into his eyes, and again he caught
glimpse of her form, no longer rounded
and plump as of old, but an emaciated
skeleton, telling only too well the story
of want and suffering. For an hour or
more he tried to Danish his daughter
from his thoughts and concentrate his
mind upon the business he had in hand,
but in spite OF all his efforts pictures of
his child would dance across his papers
10 distract hiu and add to his self
accusations.
AT last, finding that 1t was impossible
To control his wandering thoughts and
fix them where he wished. and being
unable to longer endure the thoughts
his fancy bred, he threw down his pa
pers and pen and fed from the Office.
He walked mGdly down the street. hav-