Holbrook argus., 1900-05-12

mons from q sense of duty, but of his
every word fell straight upon my soul
and planted there q seed. It was as
though he We're talking to me, and 1
listened spellboupd- He was not in the
strict sense handsome man, but when
carried away by his eloQuence his eyes
would light up with wonderful bright
ness and his face almost grow RADIANT
he seemed possessed of q beauty scarce
ly earthlike.
The noise of the people rising from
their seats as his voice died away re-
called me to the present, but it was with
an effort reused myself. 1 reached
home feeling that while such living
words could reach my ear life could not
be barren.
I entered my fathers study, treading
softly lest | should disturb the slumber
into which he seemed to have fallen.
Drawing near, softly laid my hand on
his. 1t was icy cold. l stopped TO kiss
his brow, but its marble Wilderness re-
cealcd to me the awful truth. The desc
lation which had lowered DER my spirit
all day had been no idle precursor of Ill.
Death had entered my home and
snatched from me the orc being left
me TO love. An awful calm fell upon
me. No tears came to relieve my burn
ing lids-not even when l heard the
dull thud which gave back to mother
earth its cwn.
1t was then that Edward Fearing
came to comfort me. It was long ere
even his words penetrated the outer
crust of rebellious diEcont- it; but. he
probed his way so sliillfully, so tender
~, that ere knew it the healing waters
of comfort rushed in. and found their
vent in outward tears.
l do not know when l learned to love
my teacher. Does one ever measure
the hour, the moment, when love en-
tiers their lives? / could see by this pas
sion which awakened in me the mean
ing of true love and false. No world
" glitter, no tickle allurements were
here. The life we must lead together
would be one devoted to the Masters
service, but l felt nothing could be
sacrifice l shared with him. l had told
him all my past one afternoon, when he
had just left me, and the echo of his
words still was ringing in my ear, when
an impatient tread across the hall, n
shadow darkencd the door of the room
in which / sat.
I looked up, wondering if Edward
had returned, with some forgotten word
of fondness on his lips, when, stand
irg with pale face 1 saw what in that
first agonized moment l believed my
husbands ghost.
/ started with Il wild cry, and would
have fallen but that his arms caught
and held me, and then / knew that il
was no spirit, but living flesh which
bound me.
Oh. the agony of that awakening, the
torture of the thought which slowly
bur: ed itself upon my brain, that my
love for Edward now was sin, that l
who had so lightly talked of sacrifice
shared with him must meet n greater
sacrifice than any he had pictured, and
meet il alone!
All this l endured while l lay SEEM
irgly in outward calm, and listened to
my husbands story, how he had been
left, as his friends supposed, dead upon
" moved TO pity, bound up the wounds
they themselves had caused, and held
him for six months captive. Then, pro
curing his release, and learning l
thought him dead, he determined TO
leave me in that belief. but how his life
had grown purpcseless, and he grew
to feel vain yearning for home and
wife.
/ Had 1 found you married, Madgc,'
+ he ended, Il would have gone away and
made no sign, but instead you still
wear the outward badge of widowhood
and though l little dreamed, my dar-
/ ling, that you should have mourned
my loss, may l not by that sign plead
for pardon? Will You not give me the
hope of casting some sunshine on the
fife 1 have 81 cruelty darkened"'
That night Edward and 1 parted for
ever. l sent for him and told kim all
and watched his face bleneh while I sat
outwardly calm and unmCvcd.
Gods ways are not our ways" he
said at last. He has shown us how
purposeless were the sacrifices we had
planned, and He had greater ends in
view. May He give us strength to bear.
The months which followed passed as
in dream, but my hands found plent!
10 fill them. My husband had come
home to me a broken man, and saw
day by day that his strength was fail
ing. Oh, how glad l was in those long
vigils by his bedside that l had ncl
faltered. A love as CT n mother for hel
child grew in my breast as 1 watched
his remorseful care, his earnest solici
tude in my behalf, as his life cbbet
away. II was inner as well as outel
mourning 1 row wore, and for u year
lived on alone in my home, with NJ
particular event to note the fleetine
time.