Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1892-01-08

Tom WIu~ton's baby slowly whirling
down - death at the tlume.
Tom Winston's baby! Talk Of ven
gctucc what more keen than this?
Tncu stood transiixed, the veins knotted
on his brow. Satan mighty at his heart
t. ua,, HIM cvrrmore Cain-heaven
battling for this wavering soul with
thr"'s nf pity and stings of conscience.
Death or life which?
\ smothered cry as the terrified little
one swept past him. her eyes starting
with alright. her baby face stricken and
pale. her innocent little hands thrown
up to INN for life!
Iheos self came back; with one bold
plunge he was AT the throat of the heavy
waterfall before her, holding on fiercely
Toy the slippery log. AMI as she eddied
around before the death descent of
twenty feet To the fume he caught her,
with superhuman strength wrenched her
from tire current and tossed her upon the
bank
Then battling for dear life for full five
mlnEtrs he got away mt last, and clam
bcrrd. bruised and beaten, up the bank
TO the child
She was senseless; perhaps, after all,
dead and taking her to his desolate
home, he laid her on his own bed and
rubbed her cold limbs. Pulling off her
dripping clothes he wrapped her in
Lucys warm shawl. and at last the blue
eyes opened and Maysie smiled
Then Thco fell on his knees and
/ than,cI heaven for its great mercy in
saving her life aad his soul.
How could think to do it, babyY
BE- gaspcd cluiching her close to his
heart and gazing down into her wonder
/ ing ewes
While he WAS drying the little ones
clothes and his own around the stove,
and with her on his knee was feeding
her with warm milk and bread, awk-
wardly enough, but very lovingly. the
door opened aud hasty feet crossed the
threshold
What was this?
'Theor' sobbed Lucy. dropping at his
feet sclzing his hand, kissing it, weep
ing over it, clutching it hungrily to her
bosom. take me back. I've come
come back TO you! | couldn't leave you
after THAR
She pointed to the child with pas
sion of tears
Lucy" faltered Theo, very pale, but
mild. have you repented of the evil you
would doy"
Yes. yes. yes-a thousand times yes.
know my heart now. 1t was my mis-,
cradle vanity, but never love. Oh, my
own husband, forgive, forgive, and let
me he the mranest thing in your house 81
Tom" asked Theo. trembling so much
that he had to hold Maysie with both
hands
"llV Is in the porch" whispered the
frail wife hiding her shamed face, full
Of reulorse and waiting to ask your for
givenrss."
"Whatr calculated the miller
This was far too wonderful to be un.
derstood at once lie looked at his wife
BUNDLED. repentant, well nigh crushed
at tho child, radiant with Godgiver
life. which he had preserved; at the
dusky figure in the porch, so very like
us 1T Ills OWN OuC6 81
dark aud full Of sin, and in rush came
his great deliverance over him
Toni he shouted.
Aud his enemy obeyed the voice, with
bent head and the red tint of shame on
his dark face Speak he could rot, but
he took Theo's proffered hand and wrune
II hard
oh. inanr cried the miller, with {
gulp of thankfulness; what we've es
capped this dayl Tom, here's the child
Heaven be thanked. didn't let her 60 il
my anger"
Tom Winston grasped his baby in bott
arms, and while his face fell on her necl
something like prayer-the first bu
not the last-came from his remorsefu
heart.
And Theo. with tears raining dow
his checks, raised up the erring wife
and kissing her whispered:
The old place. wife, and honored a.
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