Mower County transcript., 1904-12-28

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an what I'd come fer, but acknowi-
edge I was afeard. Then she proposed
to set the table, fer she said she know
ed was famished, but wouldn't let
'er.
"'No; watt says l, wait till I've
told you who l am, Mrs. Hambr1ght.
says |, an couldn't look at 'er then.
I'm Hiram Hillyer, the man who tuck
yore pore boys life
II seed 'er sorter jump little, an
then she got as still as grave rock
| was afeared to look at 'er. All my
new found hope seemed to be leak!n
out O. me. I bowed my head an wait
ed fer 'er verdict. God knows I was
miserable, but l was prayin'-prayin'
fer pardol,-prayin' both to her an God
She was still long time. l reckon
she was studyin' up what to say to
me. Then she spoke. Did you come
away out here jest to see me, Mr.. Hill
yer?' she axed in a trembly voice, an
l nodded, still afeard to meet her eye.
L come to make confession an ln-
plore you to pardon me- said.
"pardon you? she said, sloWlike an
saft.
"'Souire Trabues dead,' told 'er.
He died two days ago.
"'I heard he was low she said, AN
l was sorry to hear it. fer he was
good man, but Is that all you wanted
to tell me?'
"No,' says I, ''twasn't. Mrs. Ham
bright, the pension he's been payin'
you all these years never come from
the government. 1t was from me-
Hiram Hillyer,' says she in her
sweet old voice, I've knowed that fer
twenty-five years. Squire Trabue told
me an axed me never to let on to you,
fer he'd promised you never to let me
know; but, Hiram, eff I've prayed God
to bless you fer it once l have ten
thousand times. I couldn't "a lived
without that allowance. 1t has kept
NE in comfort an enabled me to help
my neighbors in time O sufferin'. I've
wanted to tell you how grateful felt,
but the squire wouldn't let me an said
you never wanted that old trouble
mentioned, an SO couldn't do it.
Then, George, broke down COM
tletely. l couldn't hold in. set thar
an cried like child. told 'er how
long an hard I'd suffered an how
had tried in all manner O ways to git
forgiveness an feel right, an I never
seed sech look on q human face as
1u
on the bare floor before the fire an
laid er thin, bony hands on my knee.
Hiram, my boy, my pore boy: says
she. 'ShoreIy you hain't been all that
time thinkin' yore God was that sort
of God. Why, he's all goodness, all
glory. az intlaite perfection. You've
been bla.nin' yareself fer some'n' an.
other man done. 1t was a man yDu
hain't seed in thirty odd year that shot
my son In a hasty passion. God don't
hold you--the new man-aecount&blo
fer that, but he's been hoidin' you ae-
rountable fer thlnkin' SO i'll Of him, fer
all yore worry has come fs0m wrongly
accusin' yore Holy Maker"
"Oh. George. she made it as clear to
me as daylight. She was rignt--sht
was right. God don't hold a new. re
pentant man accountable fer what his
Old dead self done, She thought
wasn't convinced. reckon fer she so!
down on her knees an sent up !; prayer
that ripped the roof off the house an
showed the glorious way clean to Cod S
throne above the stars.
lord, Lord O Hosts" kin re.
member every word the old saint said
Show this pore, deludcd man the truth
Tear away the mist o doubt an mis-:
understainljn' that's c,ouded his con.
cepti0n AN dampened the arlor of his
great soul. Give i'm peace right now,
this minute. Pity him, Lord. an dom,
let I'm cling to his old self Show him
the new soul that dwells in the Ole
shell y mortality. an let i'm walk with
bare head unburdened in tile sunshine
o thy heavenly smile An George
Buckley, when she liz to her feet ]
did see an comprehend. laughed an
sobbed an shouted. My fear was ali
K0ne-all-sn' it will never, never re.
thrn, fer l understand now. Hhe
showed Me. Jest think o that-Lynn
Hambright's mother was the one ap.
pointed to show me tile trnth-the Ole
wO,nsn I Nas fearin' more than every.
body else. She coeked me Il s,n.! sup
per, sM' after eatin' it laid ,Awil IL
Lynn's hed--the dead hoy's bed, lAin.,
you-an slept ~ sweet a sleep ss
ever slept in my life. the fust fer thir:
H years. She come to me away III
the night, pttapat, pttApat over the
puncheon floor, Jest like she used te
70 to Lynn, reckon, an spread more
coyer on me- 1t, reminded ME of NY
dead mother. retched out an kissed
her hard an lrifted away, in sweet
dreams. This nlOrnin' when X. woke
the sun was shinln' in my room, an
smelt some good meat a-fryiM' an
good coffee a-boflin' an seed that Old
woman a-mOyin' about the big, blazin
z fire. George George, God is good
She didn't want to let me continue the
allowance but when she seed how Ifel,
= she agreed to do is an to come 81 -, rhf