Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1902-11-12
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lie. have the most positive evidence
that he did black the name of Helen
Brodick. l did not tell you of it, for
you were weeping enough, and, God
knows, my dear BARN, would not add
a straw's weight to your trouble"
faye, but, having said 80 much, you
be to tell me ull you know, father"
every weel. Maybe It is right to do
so. There is little good in saying
smooth, gentle words when it is the
surgeons knife that is required. This,
then, is the very truth, Helen. One
day last autumn l met the widow For
syth coming to the house for me. She
said her little Andrew was dying and
could not win away until he saw me.
The poor lad you ken was an limo
cent one of Gods BARNS, and, though
he had little sense, everybody loved
him. went WI his mother to his bed
side. He said he had done great sin,
the poor sinless laddie, and he wanted
feared that God would be angry wi
him. And when l asked him what the
sin was he confessed that he had
watched Roy Anderson black his cous-
ms boat name and had taken big
siller penny from Roy not to tell any
one about 1t. He said, too, that he
was feared of Roy, who had threaten.
ed him with many awful deaths if he
said word. He then told where the
big siller penny was hid and asked me
to put it in the kirk plate the next Sab
bath for the poor. So his mother went
for the money. 1t was hid ava in
wee box in the thatch Of the cottage,
and she brought 1t to the dying lad,
and he put it in my hand wi fingers
that were almost clay. And promised
him all he asked and prayed wi him,
and he went away smiling. Then
looked at the big siller penny and saw
that it was false crown piece, not
worth bodle, and when got home
threw it in the IRE, and the next
Sabbath put true, honest crown in
the kirk plate for the laddie that was
then in heaven. But told you naeth-
ing at all, for you were but bruised
reed, and did not want to hang your
head still lower. Do you now believe
that Roy is innocent2"
"Alas, alas, must just believe the
very worst. know well that wee An
drew would not lie on his deathbed."
"Then why on Gods earth are you
crying for such man, Helen?'
IT am crying, father, because he does
deserve tears"
This was refinement of grief hard
for Brodick to understand. He an
swered with some anger: 1.-THE man is
dead and buried as far as you are con-
cerned. Let the dead bury the dead.
AS for you, follow him that died and is
alive and living forever. Then you
will get not only peace, but happiness"
After this conversation Brodick went
more and more frequently to Glasgow
and showed an unusual attention to his
dress and appearance. HE is that sci
up with the minister and the big foil
he meets with him." thought Helen, q
little scornfully. zone would think
there had never been minister's wed
ding before and never would be an
other while the world lasted. I'm fairly
weary of hearing tell of it."
However, after little Andrews con
fession Helen gradually got the mas
terry of herself. Every possible excuse
for her sentimental sorrow was takel
| away, and, whether we will it or not
time-appointed Of God for the conso
lation of all grief-does obliterate ant
! heal. And MS soon as Helen knowingly
and consciously turned her face to "tht
hills from which cometh our help sht
was comforted- in prayer, il
sleep, in work, in all her household
ways, until her sorrow was very nearl,
tale Of old, unhappy, farofr things
Then she realized how foolish it hat
been and how utterly useless, since al
her tears could never make
the grass to grow
On the trampled meadows of long ago.
Some change also that she could no
define had come into her home. He
father, though affectionate as ever, wa!
not the same. His comings and going
had lost their regularity. He was al
ways wearying for post time, he VIII,
had scarce ever before either writer
or received a letter. He was evidentl,
happy, and yet he had hardly q wore
to say to her. She understood, whel
too late, that she had lost some Of he
Influence over him. He came no longe
to her with his little troubles and hope
and plans, and she asked herself sadl.
If Roy's love had been worth what sh,
had lost for it.
One night in the following spring, a!
she sat knitting by the open door, hel
father said to her: Helen, my deal
lassie, you be to have some new dress
es. There is going to be wedding il
the family" She looked at him sharp
ly, and he nodded his head and contin
led, II am going to be married mysel
next month"
/ Father! Never! Never!.
"Why notY"
How will bear the like of that?"
"What?"
"a strange woman in the house-mis
tress, you Remand where will be? II
is sair trial. father. I'm not able tt
face it. However could you think OF
such thing?'
ut was you put the thought and tho
need in my mind yourself, Helen. You
taught me, with Roy Anderson, that
must give you up and live my lane, or
else have strange man whom I. dis.
liked and distrusted always at my fire.
side. If 1t please God, may live u
quarter of century yet, and want a
friend and companion. Because you
love must be without loye?"
II am always your daughter"
'Till you are married. Then you are
some mans wife, first Of all. am not
complaining. am only looking for
ward bit to the years that may come
to me-"
"Who IRE you going to marry!"
1.-THE Rev. Mr.. Sharp's mother-a
douce, sensible woman not very much
younger than myself. Her husband
was my first captain. She minds him