Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1899-05-04
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IN . great world like this We
meet with all manner Of characters,
and il would hardly be jast to pass
over the life of Willie Dickens
without q mention. He vas one
whose soul was first and foremost
in all that he undertook. He was
Q man OF gigantic mind. and his
deep thought seemed to span the
utmost bounds Of natnre. Prudent,
forebearing, self sacrificing, even
fhe force q lore tbaf ozervheIned
Che worlds greatest Risnt was not
strong enough TO move him from
duty under the most.trylng circum-
stances, but sometimes heart meets
heart aud the soul Of Rosa Allen
was more than match for his own.
They met st q time when the bean
t'ful roses we're fresh blooming in
the garden of her life. He was
somewhat her senior in years, but
the man once endowed with Q youth
fol spirit it never ceased to burn
within as though the spring time Of
life had fresh dawned upon him.
As time rolled on his great mind
ripened and hardened to meet life
tomorrow as today and today 90 but
Yesterday.
Their drst meeting was in her
childhood years. He then saw
something remarkable about the
expression Of her veathful face that
left its impression there to stay.
Sorrow came over his own life
long years Of sorrow and suffering
but, alas, the darkest hour came
and the dawn Of light flashed upon
him. They meet again in after
years. She bears the same impress;
those self same eyes that seemed to
penetrate his very soul we're again
fastened upon him. The lapse of
time had made no changes. She
was bat the child Of the long ago.
seemingly playing the part Of .
benefactress in his mysterious life.
"My God % said he, .swhat means
this? Somewhere, sometime have
once seen those heavenly eyes, full,
as it were, with the sympathy for
the whole world" IL required ell
his strength to keep hack the tears
then all but forcing their way
through the windows of his great
soul-a dream Of the past in which
bis soul was pondering, and then
and there stood the living image Of
her who came to comfort him in
life's darkest moments.
They we're not strangers from the
beginning; circumstances and con-
ditions one way or other had for the
time kept them apart. So it was
not so hard to approach her, bat the
mystery connected with reality was
what seemed to puzzle him. He
was, however, equal to the task,
and so felt his way prudently and
cautiously. Really, there needed no
formality Of acquaintance. There
was . mystery to solve, and he q.
once decided to make the best Of il.
The family group would have been
Q fit subject for the studio Of Mi
chael Angelo, but none knew what
was going on deep down in the hear.
Of Willie Dickens. He advanced, +,
aud taking her little hand said:
"That it had been some years
since they had met, but that time had
not in the least altered her; che
looked the same child to him 40
when they met in former years. I"
With oil the sweetness of her gen.
tie nature, she replied /:
"That one might say the same Of
him."
"Thank you," said he; "quite @
compliment when We consider life's
intervals, but in my way Of think
there need be no such alterations
in human life. Life in my hum
ble opinion, is about what we make
it. We can swell the moments into
weeks and months, or weeks may
glide smoothly by as but moments" )"
She smiling replied : Il heartily
agree with you there, and ] was not
aware that the minds Of two per.
sons could 90 nearly run in the
same direction, nor can see Why
one should materially change with
the years, unless it be owing to
some line or train Of thought al.
lowed to rob, We may say, of oil
that 10 worth living for. WHY
anything should be welcomed q
spoil life's youthful charms ! cans