Year: 1863

Now, it SO happened that Mrs. Leigh
ton heard the above remark. She was
leaning her weary head against the WIN
dow, with only the snowy curtain that
draped it between her and the voice
that spoke the bitter words. She was
worn out with a day labor with her pen'
and had thrown up the window that the
pleasant March wind might chase away
the feeling of faintness that was gather
ing about her heart. Her head ached
and throb0ei only little less than her
heart. They had ached hours before;
but she could not stop to rest then, for
many pages of foolscap must be written
out before night. There was no one now
to compel her to rest, no one to caress
her tenderly; now as there was in the
aforetime-to draw her weary head
upon his breast, and lay kisses tender
and loving upon her throbbing brow and
TRIED eyes.
She had chambers in gloomy house
opposite Mrs. Stinson 5, which she rent
ed fora meretrife, because the house was
supposed to be haunted, and the land
lord was glad to rent it for any sum. =.
The lonely woman was not afraid of the
dead that was supposed to walk there;
and was only too glad to have the large
airy chambers at price within ncr
meancs.


AS Mrs. Stinso1 remarks reac he'd
her ear her lip curled haughtily for :.
moment, and then quivered like chila
She arose and paced the floor hastil I'D


"And so We are tabooed in Mrs.
Stinsons "set-we poor toilers who
"write for living; because these small
white hands have dared to earn their
"brcad and butter. Let me examine
these hands; hey are white and soft,
and have no shadows of stain upon
them, thank God for that! They are
good hands enough, but they must be
daintily folded all day long, they must
be idle, useless little hands before they
can be admitted into "our set. Do you
think you could keep still, hussy little
hands? Do you think it would be al
lowed to futtcr over the keys of pi-
ano, or glide along the strings of a
guitar? or, percance, embroider collar
or box refractory servants ear?


In the next room a voice started up
that beautiful hymn "Homeward Bound


1--WE live as pilgrims and strangers


below;


Were homeward bound;


Though often tempted, yet onward


we 60


Were homeward bound.


Trials and crosses we cheerfully bear;
Tolls and temptations expecting to


share;


We hasten forward, content with the


fare,


Wero homwald bound.


Whilst the clear young voice was
singing. the flush gradually faded from
Mrs. Lcightons face:


How foolish | have been! how sinful.
why should the remark of this coarse
woman excite and anger me? 1t is hard
though. for my proud spirit to brook
the insults this changed life brings me.
When remember the days gone by
the happy home, loving friend-I feel
that my cross is very hard to bear. Well
well, it matters little. Life is very short
we can but plod patiently across the hills
that lead to the fair land where our
Saviour dwelIs. Yes; our Saviour. He
who came to save the poor as we'll as
the rich; the unfortunate as we'll as the
fortunate-Our Saviour! whose feet trod
humble path, whose infant head was
nestled on humble womans breast, who
was reared in humble home. He left
us no book in wich was writtenthe word,
ton, 'aristocracy, 'high life, upper ten
dom; but we find it written instead: Love
ye one another, even as / have loved
you.


Tea is ready, said Mrs. Leighton
little help-a girl of fiften. have made
you some nice toast, just as you like it.
know it will do you good.


Thank you, Ann; but you did me more
good little while ago. when you sang
'Homeward Bound;' it answered the need
of my heart as your nice toast and tea
will my body.


This world of ours is beautiful; but
we would faint by the way if an arm of
love was not laid tcndcrly around u.s.
They who swim upon the topmost wave
of fashionable life, who arc prosperous
and wealthy, may manage to get along
for while without this arm of love to
bear them up; but to us who bear the
burdens and the wcariness OF life on
lip, and cheek, and brow, it is much to
know there is an arm of love around US,
and hand stretched forth to leaG US
.enderly over the rough places.


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