The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-10-22

strong of heart. It is sweet thought that you are one of the redeemed. put my heart yearns for you today. Aye, with strong yearning and passionate Long i today for your. presence again"
 T would love to tell you of some things I have whispered in no ear save that Of my Maker. l know you would listen so lovingly, and give me such tender sympathy. You know was ai' . ways proud, shy. sensitive chiio. dear, not giving much publicity 70 my joys or sorrows, my hopes or fears. And I have had to walk through the rough places of the world alone. and the thorns have pierced my feet. J will tell you of 1t some day,
 '1f meet you and I know you,
 In the bright immortal lana.
 .This." said he opening second folded paper, has reference to anotn- crit tells its own tale.'
 There can be no sadder death than the death of the soul, but there are deaths sadder than that of the body. There are burials more ntenseIy mournful than the entombing of nor tai frames. It rends our very souls with anguish to consign our friends to the tomb, but it Is sadder still, the en- tornbing of holy hopes, and restfui faith. and love that made earth bright, and heaven and God seem dearer, and all good seem more attainable. Aye. ITO make idols and to find them clay Then to bewail that. worship. These are. things over which the angeis
 might well weep"
 1-l.ta urtfteO a0ma wears ago, Since then, her father has met with heavy losses, and she is here as teacher of art in the midst of strangers.
 do not know that would ever have discovered her secret had not she given 1t to me in exchange for my own Look at me Edith! I have another story to tell. For eight years Alice varrer has been to your brother the greatest inspiration of life, and today am more proud to call her my friend, than I would be to call any other wo- man my wife. I can never hope to win her. The one love of her life was given to Clarence Vane, and she IS too true to give her hand to any man, and yet withhold her heart. She has helped me to bear my own sufferings- to endure patiently, and cheerfuliy as she is doing. The strangest things in the world dear, are the truest things.
 70, Roy" exclaimed Edith, Tt all seems to be just wrong"
 "Only seems. my darling.
 There is purpose in pain"
 Alice is a more unseifish, a noble wo- man than she would have been, had not this trial. come upon her. and my love for her, hopeless as 1t musts ever be has made me a better man. at least have not found my idol clay" I have no fear that Edith's life will become an arid waste. The nature Is too ex- aited. too nobly proud for that. The chords of her heart have been closely bound to the heart of the Great Father so she is safe. This morning as l pass ed the college, I heard her singing, al her fingers softly touched the Keys o' the plano in accompaniment that beau tiful song of Abt's 70 Ye Tears" AS she sang:
 There is light upon my path, There Is sunshine in my heart And the leaf and fruit of life
 Shall not utterly depar1 .h. hr.ve natient spirit was gaining for itseli l that s.inner calm, which no strife car mar5S' | sing my favorite, Waking Tor talk | ing of these things has made me all most sad. and I. strong as think my, I | that I must neither dream nor loof back"
 | Waking.
 I at length have done with dreaming | Hanceforth, O, thou soul of mine, Thou must take up sword and gauntlet
 Waging warfare most divine! Life is struggle, combat victory
 Wherefore have I slumbered on | with my forces all unmarshalled ! x,aa Vnua all undraWnI O how many a glorious record
 Had the angels Of me kept.
 4ad [ done. instead of doubted;
 Had I warred instead of wept!
 have wakened to my duty,
 To a rurpose strong and deep,
 This I dreamed not of aforetime,
 In nv long, inglorious sleep! n those olden days of dalliance,
 When trffied with my Tate,
 When I wantoned with knowleoge
 That had well-nigh come too late.
 Vet my soul look not behind thee,
 There is work to do at last. Let the brave tCi il of the present
 Overarch the crumbling past!
 Rnjld thy great deeds high and higher | Build them on the trampled sod,
 ,vberc thy weakness first fell bleeding
 And thy first prayer rose to God! l As she sang the beautiful, inspiring words. the serene light came back an iIlumined his noble face, and whei 1 she finished he folded her in his arm and kissed her, softly saying: Than YOU darling, and remember this
 {" Her very loss can yet hequeath | pain
 New faith in worth.
 ! Virginia r. Drake.