Belding banner. (Belding, Mich.) 1889-1918, 1900-05-10
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
| LITTLE MARNOR|E'S MISSION.
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES

Yet they were not all sad memories,
for her face would brighten up with
an almost holy lovelight in her eyes
as if the dark clouds were almost dis
PEELED by the strong rays of golden
sunlight.
And IL was so. Hers was the not un-
familiar story Of old-a life begun un-
der the most promising conditions,
domestic happiness and welded unity.
Harold Worthington, the trusted and
trustworthy cashier in a large banking
institution, had welcomed his bride to
an elegantly appointed home. For
three years theirs was a life OF ideal
happiness, and when little Marjorie
came TO bless their union they felt as
If their happiness had been crowned.
Then came the time when that de-
mon jealousy had entered the breast
of Harold Worthington, unfounded, 1t
is true, and sowed by the poisonous
tongue of an envious clubman. But
the little seed so cunningly planted
grew until its thorns ranked and cut
deep, and as time wore on GOODNESS
hearts. Each was too proud to make
humble concession, and Harold re-
manned oftener and longer at his club,
until finally, after an open dissension,
he remained away altogether.
Hourly each had longed for the old
happy days of sweet, sweet home, but
pride-that barrier to SO many happy
firesides-pride forbade.
On this particular evening May had
put little Marjorie to bed, and then
she sat down and, relaxing her self
control, threw her arms upon the Ia
bic and, burying her white face in
them, cried out:
"Oh, Harold, Harold! If it had not
been for your unreasonable jealousy,
we might have been SO happy!'
So absorbed was she that she did
not hear the ring at the doorbell nor
the footsteps in the hall.
The man who had just entered start
ed back as he saw the bowed form.
Then, advancing, he said gently:
"Mayw
She started to her feet, and for an
instant the old glad look of welcome
sprang into her eyes. Then, suddenly
remembering, she drew herself up
proudly and coldly said:
Harold, You here? l don't under
stand. 1t has been so long"
Yes" he replied, in an equally cold
tone. 81 am going away for year,
two years, ten years. cannot tell
and | have come to make settlements
for your support and Marjorie's educa-
ton before leaving forever
flush! She must not hear"
He paused. and his glance followed
that Of his wife. There between the
parted curtains, stood a little white
robed figure, almost angelic in its puri-
ty. Then she sprang forward with
glad cry of Papa! Papa l knew
it was my papa's voicew
Straight into his arms she sprang
and was clasped close to the father
heart.
The almost heartbroken mother
could bear no more and quietly with
drew, leaving them together.
"PapaY
"Yes, darling"
"Where have you been so long? We
have been so lonesome. 1t made NAM
ma cry, and when l said my prayers
mamma said If l prayed hard God
would keep you safe and bring you
home, and, oh, papa, he has, he hast
You will never go away again, will
your And she twined her little arms
around his neck and kissed him with
childish fervor.
The strong man shook with emotion,
and a great sob burst from him as he
bowed his head upon little Marjorie's
neck and asked:
And mamma-would she wish it?'
"Oh, yes. She will not cry any
more If you stay-mamma, mamma
Where are you?
Here. DEAR" responded May as she
entered the room.
Papa is never going away again,
and we shall have him all of the time.
Oh, aren't we glad, mammal?
May, remembering her husbands
words when he came in, looked at him
inquiringly.
Shall | stay, May"
Say yes, mamma OH say yes,
quick. cried the child.
Harold" she said, and her voice
rang with truth, las my Heavenly Fa-
ther bears me witness, your suspicious
were most unjust-unfounded. From
the day that l met you at the altar
your honor has been as dear to me as
my own, and | have been faithful to
you in thought, word and deed. / can
only answer your question by asking
another: My husband, can you trust
me?"
'Yes, May, my own true wife. My
eyes have been opened, and / have
longed - oh, how | have longed - for
this hour! Take me back to your heart,
my darling one, and let us begin again
Come, May, come to me~
Half an hour later the young wife,
with n happy smile upon her sweet
face, pointed to little Marjorie as she
lay sleeping I'm her fathers arms.