The Bryan daily eagle. (Bryan, Tex.) 1895-1898, 1898-02-15

pride and viii. "Forsaken OF God and
mani" she muttered. And this the re-
ward for a course OF strlctest honor and
integrity.
How proudly she had repulsed their
repeated advances 10 unite with them
In defrauding the creditors OF the es-
tate. and how. when wearied out with
their opportunities, she had told them
that for all the whole race ever had
or might possess she would not betray
trust, and 10 the menaces Of her inter-
cats she had answered that she would
trust IN God she had trusted Him.
but had lie helped herr Her proud
heart. full Of despair and wicked re-
bellion. needed no words to speak its
answer. Memory played like lightning
with the sunny hours OF her past life
The carefully taught child OF a plous
mother, shr could not recall the time
when great moral lessons were not as
familiar AZ the songs Of her childhood.
As she had grown up caresses and
Kindness had been showered upon her
One short year ago and those who now
insulted and wronged her had fawned
around her with honeyed words Of fiat
terry. and he who had never opened
his lips but In blessing. whose every
accent had been love and kindness was
silent In death. How could he lie so
still and yet so near that. might the
dead hear that days work. II were all
known 10 him. MOI he had left those
he so loved and cherished with only
his unfulhlled promises and the tor
turing legacy OF his grasplng klnsmon
How they had gathered around her In
tho first hours Of her grief. with con-
dolenee and sympathy. How kindly
they had offered TO relieve her OF tho
care and burden Of her business. until
neglecting the half.uttored warning
from dying lips. she had trusted them
and then for the rest she had no
words-only feelings. and now nothing
was left her but TO die. she and her
bates. What had life left for them? Go
with her revenge despair and rebel
lion. the tempest without was nothlng
20 the tempest within. Suddenly with
loud creaklng and grooming. the great
doors swung open The wind rushed
furously In. blowing out the light and
whlrllng the ashes around the hearth.
Had the dead listened 20 her upbraid-
ings and broken the chains Of death ?
Tlmid she had always been. but now
she walked unhesltatingly 90 the door
and ont into the darkness. She feared
neither the dead nor the living only
life. She slowly closed and bottled the
heavy doors. but as she turned. the
dimplod arms Of the baby. rosy. IN the
rudy light Of the reyiving embers.
were tossed up. and. with n smile on
his half-oponed lips. he sank back TO
rest She gazed long and anxlously
At the beautiful picture. and. m she
looked. she shrank more and more from
herself The actors and deeds Of the
day were forgotten. and she looked
aghast into the stirred depths Of her
own heart
She might have lived and died. and
never known herself. but for the trials
and temptations Of that day. The old
family clock now chimed the hour Of
four. Oh. that ever 10 be- remembered
night. The little sleeper In the crib.
who had all night long been acting
over the scenes Of the day IN her
dreams. nov murmured. brokenly. "and
forgive M trespasses. as We forgive
those" lead us not into temptation. "
She fell on her knees and. with Bit
ter repentance. confessed the deep
wlckedness OF her heart and forgave
those who had wronged her. and pass
ed out OF her thought their ways and
lives. and with sweet promises full Of
hope and trust stealing over her heart
she sank to rest. OF peace with God ant
man.