The Neihart herald. [volume] (Neihart, Mont.) 1890-1901, 1897-08-14

ITCU0rS tO1tttudc 1CdS tditng fast.
to their own sphere. Your wife was on tho
other side, and turned TO her in despair. She
delighted me by confessing utter ignorance of
my subject, and then she won my heart by
some OF the loveliest stories of peasant life in
Devonshire had ever heard so full of insight
delicacy. IL the parsons preached like that,
Iwould be in church nest Sunday. She put me
in mind Of sister lost long ago-who had
the same low soft voice and honest, trusty
eyes. When she found / was lonely man,
your wife had pity on me and asked me to call
on her. But had TO go to America, and only
returned two Gays ago. l intended to wish her
happy New Year, but it g too late. | cannot
get you out of my mind, and l thought it
might comfort you to know how fossil like
myself was melted by that kind heart. Believe
me, my dear sir, your obedient servant,
ARCHIBALD GILMORE.
The third was also from a man, but
this time lad in rooms whom Trevor
had seen at the house:
DEAR Mr. TREvoR-You perhaps know that
| Mrs. Trevor allowed me to spend an hour with
her of an evening when felt downhearted or
( had any trouble but no one will ever know
| how much she did for me. When l came up to
| London, my faith began to go, and saw that
| in short time would be agnostic This
did not trouble me much on my own ac-
| count as my mothers, who is dead and made
| bought books and heard sermons on unbelief
| till was quite sick Of the whole business
Mrs. Trevor took me to hear your own clergy
man, who did not help me one bit, for he was
too clever and logical, but you remember l
came home with you, and after you had gone
to your study told Mrs Trevor my difficult
ties, and she did me more good than all the
| books. She never argued nor preached, but
| when was with her one felt that religion
was reality, and that she knew more about
it than any one l had met since / lost my
| mother. 1t is a shame to trouble you with my
story when you are in such sorrow, and no
one need tell you how noble woman Mrs
| Trevor was but l could not help letting you
know that her goodness has saved one young
| fellow at least from infidelity and worse.
You will not mind my having sent cross
to put the coffin. 1t was all / could do.
Yours gratefully, GEORGE BENSON.
There was neither beginning nor end
to the fourth letter, but it was written
in lady's hand:
lam clergyman daughter, who left her
fathers house and went astray. have been in
the inferno and have seen what l read In
Dante while was innocent. One day the old
rectory rose up before my eyes, the roses
hanging over my bedroom window, the birds
flying in and out the ivy, my father the
lawn, aged and broken through my sin, and
resolved that my womanhOod should no longer
years ago, had no friends so l went in my
desperation to q certain institute and told my
case TO a matron. She was not unlnndly, but
the committee We're awful, without either
sympathy or manners, and when an unmar
ried woman wished to pry into the details OF
my degradation-but l can't tell man the
shame they would have put upon me-my
heart turned to flint, and left the place.
would have gone back to my life and persisted
had 1t not been for one woman who followed
me out and asked me to go home with her for
afternoon tea. Had she said one word about
my past had flung myself away, but because
she spoke to me as IL l were still in the rectory
/ could not refuse Mrs. Trevor never once
mentioned my sin and she saved my soul
u am now nurse in one Of the hospitals, and
full Of peace. As long as live / shall lay
white flowers on her grave, who surely was
the wisest and tenderest of women.
Trevor's fortitude was failing fast
before this weight of unconscious con
demnation, and he was only able tC
read one more, an amazing production
that had cost the writer great pains:
HoSoREp sIR-Bill says as it's tyking tot
much on the likes o me to be addressing yoI
ON your missus' death, but it's not her hus
band that will despise a gore working woman
boo,s lost her best friend. When Bill 'ad tn.
rumatiks and couldn't do no work, and Byb,
wos a-growing that thin -ou could see thro
i'm. Mrs. Byles says 10 me, MRS 'Awkes, o,
goes TO the Society For the Reorganization O
J Female Toilers." Says /, nWot is thatf" an,
! she declares Its a set of ladies' 90 wants I,
/ 'elp women to work, and they'll see you get