The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1898-04-20
Trevor's fortstude aoas falling fast.

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to their own sphere. Your wife was on the
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 loveEest stories Of peasant life n
Devonshire had ever heard, so full Of insight
delicacy. # the parsons prcached like that,
Iwould bein church next Sunday. She put me
in mind OF q sister lost long ago-who had
the same low, soft voice and honest, trusty
eyes. When she found I was q 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 days ago. I intended to wish her
happy New Year, but it's too late. I cannot
get you out Of my mind, and I thought it
might comfort you to know how fossil like
myself wds 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 a lad in rooms whom Trevor
had seen at the house:
DEAR Mr.. TREvoR-You perhaps know that
Mrs Trevor allowed me to spend en- hour with
her Ct an evening when I felt dowchearted or
had any trouble. but no one viii ever know
how much she did for me. When came up to
London, my faith began 20 go, and saw thct
in short time would be an agnostic. This
did not trouble me so much on Ey own nc
count as my mothers, who is dead, and made
me promise something on her 6eathbed. So
bought books and heard sermons ca Cnbehef
till Il 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 I
came home with you, and after you had gone
to your study told Mrs. Trevor my difficult
ties, and she did E,e moro 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 had met since lost my
mother. 1t Is g shame to trouble you with my
story when you are III such sorrow, and no
one need tell you how noble woman Mrs.
Trevor was, but could not help letting you
know that her goodness has saved one young
fellow at least from infdelity and worse.
You will not mind my having sent cross
to put on the coffin. It was all I 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 daughtcr, who left her
fathers house and went astray. have been in
the inferno and have seen what 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 on the
lawn, aged and broken through my sin, and I
resolved that my womanhood should no longer
be dragged in the mire. My hone was closed
years ago, had no friends, so went in ny
desperation to certain institute and told my
case to matron. She was not unki1dly, but
the committee were awful, without either
sympathy or manners anG when an unmar-
ried woman wished to pry into the details Of
my degredation-but I can't tell D man the
shame they would have put upon me-rnJ
heart turned to flint, and left the place. I
would have gone back to my life and perished
had it not been for one woman VINO followed
me out and asked me to go home with her for
afternoon tea. Fad 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 ny soul I
am now nurse in one Of ths, HOSPITALS. and
I'm, mrs Dyies says TO ne, - ,lAwiles, you
goes to the Society For the Reorganization Of
Female Toilers." Says l, ''Wot is that:' and
she declares, Its q set Of ladies' 90 wants to
'elp women to work. and they'll see you gets
fun or peace AS long as L I've snail lay
white flowers on her grave, who surely was
She wisest and tenderest OF women.
TreYor's fortitude was failing fast
before this weight Of unconscious con-
demnation, aud he was only able to
read one more, All amazing production,
that had cost the writer great pains:
HoNoRED SIp-BiH says as it's tyking too
much ON the likes o me to be addressing you
on your missus death. but it's not her hus-
band that will dcspisc pore working woman
oo's lost her best friend. Wien Bill 'ad the
rumatiks and couldn't do no work, and Byby
wos Qgrowing that thin YOU could see thro
TT SO goes, and saw set CT ladies sitting
at table, and they looks ~ ,:,c and one with
spectacles and vice like ;Inds',w arsks nc,
i'Wot's your name:'' and ''tOw old are ycu?'
and q 'Ow many children t;s*s, ;;ou:' and Arc
your 'alits temperate" Gnd then she says, ''Itf
you pay shilling, we Ill i,,lt yo;rr nync down
for work has an uns..;i:ss, WORKER II avn :;
got shilling, end BJby's dying for waae O.
food This amt poor 'ouse, scys she.
i'This is a Booro'' Whe., ! WAS a-2o:n3 Gown
the stairs. lady comes after me. Don't cry.
Mrs. 'Awkes," for she had picked u2 my ns,nc.
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