The Yale expositor., 1895-09-13

TO hour" said Mrs. Gust "Listen"
The ancurism was throbbing audibly,
with n suppressed murmuring sough.
MARY, are you ready to die?' said
Aunt Ruthy, in regular camp-meet-
ing tone.
Il would rather remain; but my life
has been a happy one" talking her
husbands hand fervently), land l will
not murmur."
"Have you made any preparations"
"The journey is not long one,
Aunty," pretending pleasantly to mis-
understand Aunt Ruthy), Il take moth
ing with me-"
Aunt Ruthy almost said, "you may
take your sins with u,"-but she had
not the heart to do it-seeing the
almost glowing face of Mary
Gust. That face-always lighted with
benignity, appeared now radiant with
love and resignation.
Aunt Ruthy abandoned the part of
confessor, but asked Mrs. Gust if she
would see Father Burly.
"oh, most gladly. Please send for
him, Auntv."
And there came stiffness so profound
that the throb, throb, throb of the
aneurlsm could be heard distinctly. 81
Next day, by request of Mrs Gust,
her adopted son brought Nivette.
Vivette was almost born a nurse. She
had that peculiar womanly gift of feel
ing another's woe to the bottom of her
sympathetic heart without thereby be-
ing rendered useless as a nurse. She
sometimes appeared to have sixth
sense, knowing the wants OF others
without the necessity of words. Mrs
Gust was able to sit up most of the
time; though the aneurism was fast
becoming a great throbbing lump at
her throat, and interfering with
respiration. This caused her to bear
her head to one side and made her
wearisome, whether sitting or lying.
Vivette knew intuitively just how to
place the pillows. Her touch was gen.
tie and naturally skillfuL She came
now every day, and Mrs. Gust anxiously
waited her coming.
On the day when Father Burky the
minister, came, he sat some time near
Mrs. Gust without saying anything
but few words of recognition. See
ing how quietly Vivette went about
caring for every little want of the
doomed woman, the preacher said:
This good girl has her excellencies
from her mother-I knew her we'll"
Vivette, hearing this, said:
Not more than from my father
whom you do not know SO well. He is
loving father, Mr.. Burky."
ITO them who love much, much
shall be forgiven" said the preacher.
Then, suspecting he had unwittingly
wounded the feelings of Vivette, he
said; "But we all of US reed to be
forgiven. How are your hopes,
Nary" ITO Mrs. Gust.)
The expanding aneurism throbbed
with increased beats as she re-
Piled
IL thank the heavenly Fnther that
l have lived, and that am ready to
die"
"IIave you ever been baptized,
Mary?"
II think not. When / was young
lived where there was not much water;
and while Joseph" (her hushand) land
have been husband and wife we have
not thought it necessary.
Are you willing to be baptized?"
do you mean sprinkled?"
Baptized by sprinkling-yes-your
husband would not object?"
Joseph nor never object to what
one of us desires. That is his foot upon
the stair. He is never out many
minutes"
When Mr.. Gust came in, the preacher
told him his proposition that Mary
should be baptized, and asked his APP
proval.
"Sprinxled," said Mrs. Gust with an
explanatory glance
Certainly, Mr.. BurlSy, if you desire
to do so, and she does not object A
sprinkle will do no harm"
Whether this sentence meant con-
tempt. or only carelessness about re-
ligious observances, or reference to
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