Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1904-11-21

That was the fust day after m! ~
that I got beam of spiritual hgnI
cone all over me like a fash that eL
could take you out'n yore degradal wi,
an raise you to a respectable uSeLuI
place in life | could atone in part -.
what Ia done Do you remember 'ii''
day, George
George Buckley started, raised lis
I-es from the floor in a sharp stare a'
the haggard face before him and SAID;
Yes, sir, l remember that day.
-'Well, 1 couldn't git away from the
idea. AS I say, it was the fust OIL VI
light I'd had. Tb. following Nlli'ei
you remember my proposal. Soinelio"
| was even then afeard you'd refuse
but you went off to school AID iheli
the weight and bitterness OF my near.
seemed to lessen. for every report hau
was glorious. You stood head' !Ou
made the best speeches.; you lao -
most friends among teachers an pups
Oh, George, George, you don't hho"
what 1t meant to me; you seemeu ~ "
totin' me out of a rushin' rivera river
rushin toward hell Then you hHo"
about the job | give you here alteI 30u
graduated; every dollar you LAID up al
| properly invested was proof to me lll"U
God had heard my long prayer an was
| answerin' it in his own way. l was
| putin into life a man fer one nau
| tuck out. Only one hitch occurred an
that was when they threatened yore p"
| with arrest fer pennin' up them lIos0'
Then you got desperate an starleu III ~
drfnkin'. But we squashed that an IL
went on smooth again till thls--IlllS
late matter. And now-Oh, George, IN
afcard-I'm afeard the Lord OF lHe
devil. or both combined, have peen
leadin' me through all this ROAD
promise Jest in order to let me IAN 'ne
harder. I've come here tonight TO pray
to yOu-yes, to yOu-to save me- IL S0u
90 down, do too. Now you see "na'
if all meant an what it means 10 me
I'm in wore hands, my boy. AS Uou
agent. YOU hold me in the palm yol'
, hand
The old mans voice broke. lie nau'
an effort to say something more ~
cboked I'D, and, with his gaze Oh th
. ragged rug in front of him, he sat quiz
I motionlpss except for his heaVln
|. shoulders. George Buckley bent loL
n ward. his hands tightly clasplng eac
+ other Without a word he rose an
n went with a steady step out into I'd
p darkness of the warehouse. HlIlye
~ heard his crunching tread as he wall
d ed back and forth over the graz
c+rnvn floor, and he knelt beside I'll
o he'd and tried to pray the prayer tht
g had RING in his old brain for thlft
10 wears. but somehow the worn wore
, refused to come. George Buckley
!, Ience was against him. His long q
q Iaved doom lurked in the dark s1len
y of the great house, and in a nome
n George Buckley would calmly bring
IF forth and show it to him. Sudden
= from the darkness he heard a still
% cry as of pain; then a heavy welg
n went down-George Buckley had ia
X en-. A cold sweat broke out on
ID merchants face. He feared he kne
* not what, but he feared. was
,t doom about to show itself in me
If tragic shape than he had ever dream
f. | NV
in crept rather than walked to the az
nm of the room. Standing there, he fou
n. his voice and cried out;
ot George, are you hurt?''
ar His voice rang harshly through
ID hig room. There was no answer.
ne George! George! Are you tina
he Still no response.
Nv Hillyer leaned against the door 1
oil ing. His knees were weak; he
,ht about to sink to the floor. Then
at. heard George Buckley calling to hi
lrd "Mr. Hillyer," came in a faint vo
He "please bring the lamp back here!
Ike The lamp! Great God, what co
for that mean? What did Buckley int
ak to show him-what?
ice Taking the lamp in his qulvei
MT hand, the merchant went back IN
nes rear. At first he could see noth
Int for he was dazed by the light, bu'
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