The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1893-02-15

was evident that Bucks wounds Wers
fatal. He was conscious, however, though
his mind seemed TO wonder at times.
81 reckon I'm goin Shore" he seid
feebly. q never was half decent;
never knowed how; but, JIM" with
pitiful, pleading look, ''if You see Mrs.
Buck Upper, wisht you'd tell her
that tried"
Thought that the experience Of these
months had effectually hardened me, but
this was too much, and on the pretenss
of wishing to relieve Harper left the
room.
1t was not until was alone with the
woman that looked at her. Then was
transhxed with establishment. As she
sat there, the lampGght falling ON her
cold, rigid face, it needed no second
glance to convince me that she was the
original of Bucks picture.
This then was the angel of purity at
whose shrine the poor fellow had been
worshipingl
My first thought was he must never
know. And yet reflected how much It
would mean to him to but see her face.
Going over to where she sat I hurriedly
told her the whole story.
"And you want me to go to him?p Her
face was cold and unfeeling, but there
was singular sweetness In her voice
eyes, only that he thinks You are"---
II understand" with a faint smile.
After explaining matters to O'Flaherty
l led her to the bedside of the dying man
and left them alone together.
When returned some minutes later,
she sat beside him, and he was holding
her hand.
A change that could not describe had
come over her countenance. There was
a subdued light that only tears can give
to woman's face.
you'll make little pra'r for me- he
was saying pleadingly.
ell can'tr'
eyes, little one," very tenderly. Il
llow you do feel broke up, but l never
jest knowed how, an the angels'd hear
such as YOU
The woman turned hunted look upon
the rest of us, and then slipping from
her chair dropped upon her knees:
Nov lay me down to sleep;
l pray the Lord my soul to keep.
II should die before wake,
! pray the Lord my soul to take"
At first the words seem to choke her,
but there was something SO solemn about
1t all that do not think it occurred to
one Of us that there was anything incon-
gruous in the repetition of the childish
prayer at this moment.
Buck repeated the last words over after
her:
~ pray the Lord my soul to take.
Eyes, 'llow he will,' and he was
gone.
OF course we could not think now OF
dealing with our prisoner, so, after a
hurried consultation, we put her on
Bucks pony, and Harper and rode out
to the trail with her, and the last we saw
Of Mrs. Buck Upper she was vanishing
down the gorge in the gray morning
mist.
The following summer I returned to
| Boston, and as the years slipped away
my westexn experience became gradual
i ~ an uncertain memory.
One evening late in December as
was walking up Duane street my atten-
ton was arrested by the sound of music
that came from the Salvation Army bar
racks across the street.
have u friend In Jesus;
He's everything TO met
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my souli
crossed over and stood for moment
in the crowd that surged about the door.
The singing had ceased, and woman
was speaking. / could not see her face.
but her voice was singularly musical
falsetto. eH
Though your sins be as scarlet-do
you hear thatY' she was saying. Scarlet
that means blood-an the Bible says
no murderer can enter the kingdom. But
he can wash the murder out OF your
heart, bless his namei He says. I win
make them white as snow" ~
Seized with sudden curiosity,
mounted one of the benches to get
glimpse of the speakers face. A pale
face, with clear, gray eyes and waving,
brown hair-where had seen 1t beforeS
What was the vague memory that for q
moment seemed only to tantalize me? /
had gone back through the years and
the same face-only younger and fuller
was looking at me from the smoked
wall above the chimney piece.
MRS. Buck Tupperp Involuntarily
the words came to my lips. At this mo-
ment the woman's eyes met my own. A
confused look overspread her face, and
she faltered in her speech. Gould 1t be
that she knew me2 No, but she had
seen the look Of recognition in my face,
and recognition to a woman with such
past must be always disturbing, ! re-
fiected. as stepped down and Joined the
crowd outside. aaa
who is shes" questioned of strap
ping fellow with flaming badge upon
his breast.
"That's Captain Mildred" speaking
enthusiastically. "The devil hates that
woman, / tell youl Why, she'd go
through anything to get a poor wretch
out of his clutches. Why, she's a.
But I did not wait to hear the rest.
Here. unused, was a fit sequel to poor
Bucks love story, and as / walked away
the song foated out again, clear and tri-
umphant
| And sweeping up TO glory, 4
| To see his blessed face,
Where rivers of delight forever roll,
| He's the lily of the valley s.i4s..
| The bright and morning star,
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my
SOUL