The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-10-22
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The wealth of the ocean lies fathoms
 below
 The surface that sparkles above" All the appointments of the room were tasteful and inviting. Fair and sweet. also, was the thoughtful young face near the window. Edith was her name-Edith Grey. She was IS only yesterday morning. and moment ago she was sitting in her favorite rockhg chair reading one of the books which had come to her as birthday gift.
 Opposite her at a small table sat a gentleman busily writing. He was her brother, and some ten years her senior. The two were very different In appear ance, and yet there was a something about them strangely alike-some oneness of thought or spirit that found expression in the tone of the voice or inc glance of the eye. To Edith he was counselor and friend. though she scarcely needed a guide, for she had an intuitive apprehension of the right. and a rare maturity of Judgment In one so young. her fingers between the leaves of the book, she leaned back in her chair ana | looked at him.
 well" answered he kindly laying \ aside his pen, and lifting his eyes 10 | hers.
 something I have just read recalls | make. It impressed me at the time | and I have often thought of 1t since | Some one was speaking of Kate Tram | mel, saving how emotionless, how cold she seemed Tn reply, Miss Garner said the difference, the apparent dinerence, between heartlessness and deep teeling l was sometimes so slight as 10 pc
 scarcely discernihle. I believe Miss Barron is right, and that there Is much | that passes for heartlessness that IS only deep concealed feeling, and, there
 fore, in judging others, I endeaVor to
 exercise a kindly charity. And, Roy
 whenever look into Miss Alice Var rer's face, what Miss Garner said comes into my mind I have heard her called
 cold hearted" and naughty" Only yesterday as she passed up the aisle
 of the church, a thoughtless girl shrug-
 ged her shoulders and whispered, HOW
 frigidv' And yet during the sermon
 saw tears in her eyes more than once
 and a look on her face it hurt me to
 see. I am sure she is grieved aoon'
 something, and I do wish I could nell
 her"
 Roy had been listening, with his head
 bowed on his hand.
 Blessings on your true womanly heart
 Edith! You sympathize with whatever
 suffers. Edith Varrer does indeed carry a burdened heart, but she is daily meet
 ing the duties and responsibilitie'
 of life with a patience. and strengtf and sweetness, which make me rever ence and love her as l do none other I have never known nobler woman
 a woman with more depth of feeling albeit the world calls her "cold." Draw
 your chair closer, dear, and I will tel
 you something of her life--show yol
 how deep and constant has been hei
 affection for lovely young girl-i
 sweet friend, who has been dead tol six years. She never intended tha, ] other eyes than her own should reae . these lines when they were penned She always remembers her friend thu'
 on the anniversary of her death. IT } some degree 1t comforts her to express l her feelings thus. I have her fuIles confidence, and I will tell her that sn' ] may safely trust your gentle hearl 3 This" said he. bears date August l ls--. I am striving and struggling oi
 dear: sometimes weary and disheart ened and sometimes hopeful an'