Democratic Northwest and Henry County news. [volume] (Napoleon, O. [Ohio]) 1894-1905, 1895-07-04

on tho oid mans knee, nut ne roughly re-
pulses the dog. BE wants nothing 20 no
mind him Of the anniversary day.
A cold winter night In e.oity church. II
Is Christmas night. They have been dec
Grating the sanctuary. A lost wanderer Of
the street, with thin shawl about her, at
tracted by the warmth and light, comes in
and sits near the door. The minister Of
religion Is preaching Of him who was
wounded for our transgressions and bruised
for our iniquitics and tho poor soul by the
door said: "why, that must mean me.
Mercy for tho chief Of sinners; bruised for
our iniquities; wounded for our transgres-
sions.
The music that night In the sanctuary
brought back tho old hymn which she used
to sing when, with fathor and mother, she
worshiped God In the village church. The
service over, the minister went down tho
aisle She said tn him: "Wero those words
for me? Wounded for our transgressions.'
Was that for meP' The man Of God un-
derstood her not He knew not how to
comfort q shipwrecked soul, and he passed
on, and he passed out. The poor wanderer
followed into the street.
Hope For the Fallen.
"what arc you doing here, Meg?" said
the police. "What are you doing here to-
night?'' "Oh," she replied, ~ was in to
warm myself, /" and then the rattling cough
came, and she held to tho railing until the
paroxysm was over She passed on down
the street, falling from exhaustion, re-
covering herself again, until after awhile
she reached the outskirts of the city and
passed ON into the country road. 1t seemed
so familiar. She kept on the road, and she
saw in the distance light in the window.
All, that light had been cleaning there
every night since she went away. On that
country road she passed until she came to
the garden gate. She opened 1t and passed
up the path where she played in childhood.
She came to the steps and looked in at the
fire on the hearth. Then sho put her fin.
gers to the latch. Oh, If that door had
been locked she would have persisted on
the threshold, for she was near to death
But that door had not been locked since
the time sho went away. She pushed open
the door. She went in and lay down on
the hearth by the fire. The old house dog
growled as he saw her enter, but there was
something in the voice he recognized, and
| he frisked about her until he almost
pushed her down in his joy.
In the morning the mother came down
and she saw bundle of rags on the hearth
but when the face was uplifted she knew
it, and it was no more old Meg of thu
street. Throwing her arms around the re
turned prodigal, sho cried, "Oh, MaggieP
The child threw her arms around he,
mothers neck and said, "Oh, motherP
and while they were embraced rugged
form lowered above them. 1t was the ia
ther. The severity all gone out of his face
he stopped and took her up tenderly ant
carried her to mothers room and laid he
down on mothers bed, for She was dying
Then the lost one, looking up into he
mothers face, said: Wounded for ou
transgressions and bruised for our in
iquities' Mother, do you think tina
means me?" ooh, yes, my darling, salt
the mother "If mother is so glad to GO
you back, don't you think God is glad T.
get you back?"
And there she lay dying, and all thei
dreams ard all their prayers were file
with the words, Wounded for our trans
gressions and bruised for our iniquities,
until Just before the moment of her de
parture her face lighted up, showing tn
pardon of God had dropped upon her soul
And there she slept away on the bosom G
pardoning Jesus. So the Lord took bac
one whom the world rejected.