The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1900-11-23

is not to die"
Twice, thrice, he repeated the
words, slowly, thoughtfully. The bell
had ceased tolling, and presently he
became aware of voice near by sol
emily repeating the words:
81 am the Resurrection and the Life,
saith the Lord; he thar believeth in
Me, though he die, yet shall he live"
A singular trembling of the limbs
seized Nathaniel Graft, so that he was
fain to seat himself. Heavy dews
rested upon his brow. An unseen
hand was toying with his heart
strings. ''To live in hearts we leave
behind is not 60 die-here! To De-
iieve in Him is not to oIe-there!"
And believing. he knew, meant some
thingmOre than faith. ''He that soweth
little shall reap little. -. While we
have time let us do good to all men!
-. Be not deceived; God is not
Knocked. Whatsoever man soweth
that shall he reap"
Sabbath after Sabbath had he lis
tened to these words seated in his lux
urious pew, but they had possessed no
significance for him. Even there
stocks and bonds occupied his
thoughts most of the time Mr.. Gold,
across the aisle, he felt, was institut-
ing a corner in coffee for the coming
week. Mr.. Rash, who had lost heavily
by the collapse of the Comptoer d
EscOmpte the last-such were his gem
eral thoughts. DR.. Divine's discourses
were remarkable efforts, no doubt, but
was he not merely earning his salary,
and pretty comfortable salary at
that? And so Nathaniel Craft found
it to his interest to appear regularly
every Sunday in his pew-with GER
tain exceptions. Collections for the
poor and the missions. both home and
foreign-hOw he hated them! And
Christmas, too-fagh! ''To live in
hearts we leave behind is not to die"
For him those sculptured words
lived to-day. Like revelation the
barrneness of his life, past, present
and future, arose before him
while we have time let us do good
to all men,
There was yet time for him. A week
ago ne had sneered at the thought of
human affection. Even these with
cred roses which strewed the graves
b had deemed but vanity's offering.
To-day, with flush of shame, he
stopped and removed the card from
his own. Self was sinking FROM
sight. 1t was now tribute, indeed.
to the dead. to the man who had lived
worthily of that inscription-not to
the living. John Morris could feel no
pride in either case.
Before leaving that grave, Nathan
iel Craft gathered a few of the with
cred leaves upon it. ''The ashes of
these, john" he said aloud, "shall
make my heart blossom anew. The
fruits We will know when next we
meet; FAREWELL"
But the barriers of such a nature
were not to be broken down at once
1t was months. indeed, ere he lived
with any higher object than by freely
giving of his boarded treasure to de-
serve that inscription upon his
friends tombstone. The overflow
came, however, in time, and one day
Mr.. Craft called his children - who
had long marveled and rejoiced at the
| change in their father-into the room
which had once been their mothers
own. To each he handed slip of
paper.
THAT you may rot wish me Dead"
he said, huslily, 81 shall hereafter
strive to make you happy. In return
ask only for your love and respect"
And then he told them of those words
regarding him which he had over
heard, words which he confessed had
stung and angered him; of the codicil
to his will he had in consequence de-
/ stroyed; a codicil, which in a moment
of tenderness one day he had been in
duced to make in their favor, reyok-
ing in a measure the original instru-
ment. s-..l
II thought 1 should exult in my
grave over your disappointment" said
he, and then followed the history Of
that memorable day in Greenwood.
''To live in hearts we leave be-
hind is not to die" he repeated, %and
my desire henceforth is not only to
live in the hearts of my children. but
in the hearts of the suffering and un-
fortunate of mankind" Union Signal.