Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1897-06-20

of a mans voice reading, in northern
! accent, familiar words OF the scrip
ture.
For their vine is of the vine OF So
| dom. and of the fields of Gomorrah'
their grapes are grapes OF gall, thelr
! clusters are bitter.
Their wine is the poison OF Dragons
and the cruel venom of asps.
Us not this laid up in store with me-
and sealed I'D among my treasures!
ITO me belongeth vengeance, and re-
compense; their foot shall slide IN Que
time: for the day of their calamity IS
at hand, and the things that snail come
upon them make haste
So ran the monotonous voice, ana
Mrs. Mongorton, not understanding
and feeling the danger of lingering III
a draughty doorway in damp raiment,
quietly pushed open the door ana STOOD
on the threshold
Directly facing her was a bed, where
on. propped high with pillows, lay
woman evidently near to death. Her
ewes were closed and her breath came
in slow gasps. Round her CHASTITY face
hung matted gray hair, and her knot
ted fingers picked restlessly at the
Counterpart.
Beside the bed, his back to the door,
sat Macquistan, the old Scotch garden
er. horn spectacles on nose, bending
over a large family Bible, which he held
propped on his knee, as he read aloud
in a solemn. sonorOus voice.
Before Mrs. Mongorton had time TO
do more than notice the inmates, and to
wonder where Miss Heron had con-
cealed herself. the dying woman, open
ing her eyes, and fixing them on the
startled visitor, raised herself upon the
pillows, exclaiming with a blood-curd-
ling shrek:
There there, The Angel of Death!
She brings Death-Death to Sir Jasper,
Death to me, Death to my son."
"Wheesht, wheesht, ma woman. Lie
doun, or you'll do yourself an ill., in
terposed Macquistan, hastily laying
aside the Book and attempting to soothe
her. But the woman needed him not,
as. pointing a bony, rigid finger at the
covering figure in the doorway, she
repeated in a full clear voice:
Their wine is the poison of drag
ons. and the cruel venom of asps. Is
not this laid up in store with me, and
sealed up among my treasures? To
me belongeth vengeance, and recon-
pense; their foot shall slide in due
time: for the day Of their calamity is
at hand. and the things that shall come
upon them make haste
Then she fell back lifeless upon her
pillows.
Springing up from the seat she had
taken behind the door, that she might
not interrupt the Bible reading, Miss
| Heron fastened to the invalid.
.Macquistan had discovered the pres
ence of the visitor, and was apo.ogizing
TO her.
Ell, the puir body, her heads been
wandering awful these twa three days;
but that was an awful turn the now.
I hope it didna frichten We, mem? Puir
crater. she isna in her seven senses, We
ma tax ma word, or she'd never dee
such an inhospitable act. Come in,
mem, and dry We by the fire. Ye're
! welcome, and she wad be the first tae
say il gin she was herself.
Miss Heron, who had been bending
anXiously over the quiet form on the
bed. turned a sad face towards them.
Il fear, Macquistan, poor Mrs Dob
son will never welcome anyone on
earth again. She is dead"
"Ah. but this will be a terrible blow
| tae William-and him in a prison cell.
And what a sad end for a Christian
woman, that had led a b,amelesS life" y,
she is at rest now, Macquistan, and
| you have been a good friend to her in
her trouble" said Miss Heron comfort
ingly to the old lodger, as she reverent-
| ly closed the sightless eyes.
Il Gamma say | wasna' expecting this,
| but yet its a terrible shock TO me. Yes
! terday the doctor felt she might gang
at any moment, but'-his Scotch in
stinct of hospitality reyiving-"we
mamma neglect the bit lady
Mrs Mongorton had sunk tremblingly
into an armchair by the fire. The shock
of the death-scene, in her already weak
ened state, had shattered her nerve
completely.
Il wonder how l can get her homer"
whispered Miss Heron to the old man.
Il brought her here to shelter, while
l found somebody to send for car
riage. She is not robust enough to
bear any agitation"
I'll put on the kettle and mask her
a drop O. tea, or a wee pour in O. toddy,
| and that will keep out the cold. Then
| I'll run for Mrs. Mossop, tae come here;
she's OVERLY at the farm, helping
! them to wash now that the frost's game.
And somebody there will gang for
carriage. All" shaking his head in
| the direction of the ned, but that was
fine figure of woman till this terrible
! dispensation came on her ane ain syne
! she's never held up her head.
Il will stay here, Macqustan, gladly.
as long as l can be Of any use. But
! Mrs. MOngOrtOn is not VOL; over
wrought, l think. Try to get a con-
veyance of any kind, and borrow some
shawls. l am exceedingly sorry 10
trouble you like this in the midst of
your grief, for know you were devoted
/ 10 poor Mrs. DobsOn. But Sir Wilfred
is your friend and mine, and he would
be heart-broken if any illness came
upon her. You know they are to be
married."
Il ken that. mem, an I wish The bath
of them all guild, for she's a bonnie
bit thing"
The kettle was singing on the fire
when Miss Heron, after covering up
the dead face, turned her attention to
her living charge
Mrs. Mongorton sat upright in the
high-backed chair, a terrified express
sion on her face, her body stiff with
fright and cold