The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1902-04-25

with sealed lips through 80 many long
days.
At last I knew that he thought my
lady dead and gone and had still gen.
tie strain of old memories singing like
the echoes Of sweet song in his
heart, and I thanked God for it de-
voutly.
"Deed, my laird" said, thinking
to bring him back to more practical
converse. for 1 ofttimes feared that
some hallucination might possess him,
I'VE hae a thought that does ye credit;
but, man, there's a bonny earth that
lies beneath the stars, and there's
mony a pure soul clad in the garment
Of flesh. God has given man the pow
er to get glimpses of the sublime for
the purpose it maun be, I'm thinking,
that he may Just max use Of its in
fiuence In this everyday world o. Oors.
For what use can the spiritual be If its
holy and sublime whisperings be no. to
max us happier and mair perfect here
amang men? All, my laird, the stars
may cen shine rs they hae shone for
ages, but men are just O. anlther
sphere and may cen bide their time
beneath them, and there's an end O.
it."
"And ye think" said he, listening to
my words, that the spiritual and the
earthly are mo- In communication, do
ye7 Weel, a. men bae different minds,
and n knowledge is no. given alike to
men. Moo let me ask ye what think
We o. the deid? Can the deid come to
life, think yep
was startled by his question, and 1
began to have vague dread Of my
masters drift, feeling that his question
was not one that should come from the
lips of man whose reason was either
natural or wholesome.
Can the deid come to life?" said.
And that's n strange thing for a man
o yer sense and wisdom to ask. 1t
Gamma be. There is nae resurrection O.
the body in this mortal life. and there
Is little profit in asking such questions
or In meddling WI such mysteries"
He listened to me with q gracious
ness which was in keeping with his
kindly nature, and yet could see that
he listened rs one indulgent to another
In error Of opinion, and I thought i
saw in his face IN expression of some
sAA~A5 hnS AAuhlPhdhI 6upSIRNityS oS
though he had some thought and be-
lief that gave him confidence in his
power to differ with me and refute me-
"Ah. Gillicuddy," he said, "do ye no
ken that unto some it Is given to know
the mysteries O. God mair than 9th
ers? Man, ye hae never been touched
WI the hand o. God; We hae never
known the gmndest and the divinest
love that man can know enter into yer
heart and soul and maxi ye just bless.
ed WI the JOY O. it-a love far too deep
to breathe its last WI the breath O. life,
a love stronger than death, n love that
trembled WI the exquisite sweetness
and satisfaction o. it's ain being. My
God, Gillicuddy, ye ken ma ething O. it,
o the grace and purity and sincerity
o great love for the lowell est and ten
derest woman that was e'er made for
man to worship and absol 'b into his
whole nature, n woman thLt was life
and love and hope to ye. thmt gave ye
rest and peace and content and made
the SUN and stars to shine ftu We and
the fields to grow green for We. Oh
Gillicuddy. what ken ye O. 1t? WI sic
love that comes to man ma n .maur
be changed. and beins changed and
let INTO the mystery and rapture o it
he may weel feel and hear what Other
men never ken. What rccks 1t th at
the grave has cLn.sped Its cnuld nrL's
aroond the body? 1t Gamma hold the
spirit. But. oh, I16lld It no. 'bt fine to
get comfort frac it's words!''
/ had never heard my mast arS;peak
<,h t, -,
I knew that they We're sacred to,s,uch. u
man, but now in,the depth of his feel
ing he spoke and with an earnestness
which was pathetic and impressive be-
you'd expression, and bowed in spirit
before the dignity Of bis theme and
felt indeed that could not dare to
approach this altar Of his worship,
sanctifled as 1t was by the sacrifice of
hope and happiness.
What weirdly beautiful, aye, sub
lime, thought was in his soul! All,
what yearning aspirations were his to
rise to spiritual companionship!
Here was my master walking among
us and by his side n ghost, n deathless
spirit ever his companion, to whom he
spoke as to living reality, straining
his souls ear to hear and interpret a
voice that was audible to him alone.
"A watcher he was, rs 1t were, in his
LONELY night tower looking out for a
star, a soul lifted up and bending it's
gaze to search the illimitable spaces
Of mystery to find the substance of a
sweet and sacred memory.
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