Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1893-06-25

back, and l never saw q girl so stricken,
so bowed down wi greif as that poor
girl was. She went about like crea-
ture out of her senses: and she went to
the police and made what she called her
confession, although, OF course, they
never believed word what she said;
they could hardly get her to leave the
police station. And then she wrote
many letters TO London; to the Home
Office, / think, she sent them, and I've
heard as she even wrote to the Queen,
saying as an inocent man was in prison,
and saying as she was guilty. But the
authorities don't ever seem to have
treated her story seriously-as was
only right, though she thought she
was doing all for the best" concluded
Mrs Medd.
''She tried to make martyr OF her.
self for your sake" the preacher said.
"Aye, I've know'd that; an its CRATE
full news, hearin' this" Jacob muir
INJURED. II was as though he were
speaking TO himself. As he sat silent,
with bent head and down-cast eyes, the
candle light shone on his face; and it
was either this pleasant radiance or
some N ysterious light from within that
glorified his rough features and made
him appear almost beautiful TO the
preachers wife.
81 suppose you know as Maggle's
mothers dead and gone long since?"
Mrs. Medd said kindly. "She died
soon after Maggie returned home, and
Maggie's been staying with your
mother since then. All, she's been a
true daughter to your poor mother,
jacob, if ever woman had true
daughter in this world. Yes, a brave
girl is Maggie Dell. She's worked for
your mother night and day-never a
penny Of charity hiss she let your
mother need; she's given her all her
love and all her time, and the comfort
she has been to her is wonderful and
beautiful to see."
SAY, ay, I've know'd that, Mrs. Medd
I've knowd that, an great peace it's
brought to my heart. Maggie has writ
to me regular sin I've been away; an
mother she allays writ word or two o.
her own at the end, though mothers no
great skill in writin', as you may re-
menu Der, Mrs. Medd; an gen.r'ly it was
only t write in kiss wi her own hand,
but sometimes she wrote a text O.
Scriptur, an sometimes all she writ
was, God bless my poor boy '-ay, an
I've never doubted as lie has blessed
an KEEP me, Mrs. Medd; I'm sure, I've
allays felt sure O. that"
"An Maggie is very much respected
and looked up to in the village" Mrs.
Medd went on to say, not feeling at all
ashamed of the tears that were rolling
down her cheeks. Nobody has an i'll
word to say against her-no6Ody.
She's had more than one good offer OF
marriages; but she says she'll never
marry, though I've @ notion shemay
change her mind now you've come
home again. jacob; and I've heard your
old master say as he'll DO glad 20 give
you work again II you ask him for it.
Why. it was only last week, when was
thinking OF you, that l said TO Maggie
I've often been to see her, she's so
sweet and modest in her ways it's
blessing TO go to her for an hour in the
afternoon-and l said, speaking as If in
fun, though I really was in earnest,
'What'll l buy you for wedding gift
some day, Maggie?' but she wouldn't
answer in words, and when l said,
We'll, III wait and ask jacob then the
poor lass burst into tears, and l felt
sorry as I'd spoken"
They scarcely caught what ii was
that Jacob said in reply to this. I'm
tAankful-your kindness-Mrs Medd."