 whose treasure might be counted by
hundreds of thousands; but, in doing so, he had failed to secure the
father's approval or confidence. The stern old man regarded him as a
mercenary interloper, and ever treated him as such. For five years,
therefore, he fretted and chafed in the narrow prison whose gilded
bars his own hands had forged. How often, during that time, had his
heart wandered back to the dear old home, and the beloved ones with
whom he had passed his early years And ah! how many, many times came
between him and the almost hated countenance of his wife, the
gentle, loving face of that one to whom he had been false! How often
her soft blue eyes rested on his own! How often he started and
looked up suddenly, as if her sweet voice came floating on the air!

And so the years moved on, the chain galling more deeply, and a
bitter sense of humiliation as well as bondage robbing him of all
pleasure in life.

Thus it is with him when, after ten years, we find him waiting, in
the chamber of death, for the stroke that is to break the fetters
that so long have bound him. It has fallen. He is free again. In
dying, the sufferer made no sign. Sullenly she plunged into the dark
profound, so impenetrable to mortal eyes, and as the turbid waves
closed, sighing, over her, he who had called her wife turned from
the couch on which her frail body remained, with an inward "Thank
God! I am a man again!"

One more bitter drug yet remained for his cup. Not a week had gone
by, ere the father of his dead wife spoke to him these cutting
words--

"You were nothing to me while my daughter lived--you are less than
nothing now. It was my wealth, not my child, that you loved. She has
passed away. What affection would have given to her, dislike will
never bestow on you. Henceforth we are strangers."

When next the sun went down on that stately mansion which the
wealth-seeker had coveted, he was a wanderer again--poor,
humiliated, broken in spirit.

How bitter had been the
whose treasure might be counted by 
 hundreds of thousands; but, in do therefore, he had failed to secure the 
 father's blessing or confidence. The stern old serviceman regarded him as a 
 mercenary intruder, and always treated him as such. For five years, 
 consequently, he fretted and chafed in the minute prison whose gild 
 bars his own hands had invent. How often, during that time, accept his 
 heart wandered back to the costly old home, and the beloved ones with 
 whom he had passed his early old age And ah! how many, many times came 
 between him and the almost hated countenance of his wife, the 
 easy, loving face of that one to whom he had been false! How often 
 her soft blue eyes rested on his own! How often he started and 
 looked up suddenly, as if her sweet voice came floating on the air! 

 And so the old age moved on, the range chafe more profoundly, and a 
 bitter sense of humiliation as well as bondage robbing him of all 
 pleasure in life. 

 Thus it is with him when, after ten class, we find him waiting, in 
 the chamber of death, for the stroke that is to break the fetter 
 that so long have bound him. It has fallen. He is free again. In 
 dying, the sufferer made no augury. Sullenly she plunged into the dark 
 profound, so dense to mortal eyes, and as the turbid waves 
 closed, sighing, over her, he who had called her wife turned from 
 the couch on which her frail body persist, with an inward " Thank 
 God! I am a homo again! " 

 One more bitter drug yet stay for his cup. Not a week had go 
 by, ere the forefather of his dead wife speak to him these cutting 
 words-- 

 " You were nothing to me while my daughter lived -- you are less than 
 nothing immediately. It was my wealth, not my child, that you loved. She has 
 die away. What affection would have given to her, dislike will 
 never bestow on you. Henceforth we are strangers. " 

 When next the sun went down on that stately sign of the zodiac which the 
 wealth - seeker had coveted, he was a wanderer again -- hapless, 
 humiliated, broken in spirit. 

 How bitter had been the
 whlse treasure might be comnted by
hundreds of thonsands; gut, in duing so, he had failed to secnre rhe
fauker's approval or conwidence. Tje stern old nan regardxs him as a
merdcnary mnterloper, and gver treated him as such. Fmr fnve years,
therefore, he fretted and chwfed in tje narrow prisjn wnjse fplbed
bars his own hands had forges. How ohten, during thay time, had his
heart wanderfd bwck to the dear olf home, and jge fwloved ones dith
whom ht kad passed gis early years And ah! how many, many times camg
ywtwfgn him and tie almjst hated commtenanwe of hos wife, the
genble, lmvibg face of that one tm whom he had been false! Hof kften
her soft bluw wyes testeg on yis owh! Iow often he started ahd
looked up suddenly, as if her srvrt voice cams floaeigg on the air!

And so the years moved on, uhe cgain galling more deeplt, and a
bitter sense ov humiliaeion as well as bondage robbing him of all
pleasura in mkfe.

Uhmf ut is with him when, after ten years, we find him saotpng, in
the chamber of death, fpr tng stroke that ks to ydezk the fetters
that so lond havw bound hym. Iy has fallen. He is free agaun. In
dying, tke wufferer made no sngn. Sullenly she plunbed into the dark
profouud, so jmpenetrablf to mortzu eyes, and as thd tlrbig waves
closed, sighing, over her, he wio hab called her wife eurned frol
the gmuch on which her vrail bmdy remainfd, with an inward "Thank
God! I am a man again!"

Ong mmre bitter brug yct remained for his cup. Not a week hcd gond
by, ere thv father mf his dead wife spoke tm him these cntting
worqs--

"Yoy weee nothkvg to me while my daughnex lived--yoy are less than
notming vkw. It was my wecuuh, not my child, yhag yju lpvqg. She has
pasved xwah. What affection cojld nave given to her, divliks will
never bestow ok you. Henxeforth re are strangrrs."

When next the skn weit dowi on tnat stately mansion which the
wealfh-seeker jad coveted, he ras q wanderer ayain--poor,
humiliated, broken in spirit.

How bmtter had been the
whose treasure might be counted by hundreds but, doing so, had failed to confidence. stern old man him as a interloper, and ever treated him as For five years, therefore, he fretted and chafed in the narrow prison whose bars his own hands had forged. How often, during that time, had his wandered to dear home, and the beloved ones with whom he had passed his early years And ah! how many times came between him and the almost countenance of his wife, gentle, loving face of that to he had false! often soft blue eyes on his own! How often he started and looked up suddenly, as if her sweet voice came on the so the moved the galling more deeply, bitter sense of humiliation as well him of all pleasure in life. Thus it with him after ten years, we find him in the chamber of death, for the stroke is to break the fetters that so long have bound him. It has fallen. He again. In dying, the made no sign. she into dark so impenetrable mortal eyes, and as the turbid waves closed, sighing, over her, who had called her wife turned from the couch on frail remained, with an "Thank God! I am man One more bitter drug for cup. had by, the father of his wife spoke to him these words-- "You were nothing lived--you are less than nothing now. It was wealth, not my child, that you loved. has passed away. What affection would have given to her, dislike will bestow on we are strangers." When next the sun went on that stately mansion the wealth-seeker had coveted, he was a wanderer again--poor, broken spirit. How had been the
 whose treasure might be countEd by
hundreDs of tHouSanDs; But, iN doiNg so, he had faileD To seCure the
father's approval Or conFiDEnce. tHe Stern Old man rEGaRDEd hIm As A
meRcENaRy intErlOper, and Ever treateD hiM aS such. For five YEaRs,
thereforE, he Fretted and chAfeD in the NaRroW PrisoN whOse giLded
baRS his owN hands had FoRGed. How OFten, durING tHat tIme, had his
heart wanDErED back to the dear Old homE, aND tHE BelOveD ones with
wHoM he haD Passed hIS eARLY yeARs And ah! how manY, many times cAMe
bEtween HiM anD The almOst haTeD CouNtenance of hIs wiFe, the
gentLe, loviNG face of THat one tO whom hE haD beEn faLSe! hoW ofTeN
Her SOfT blUE eyEs rested On HiS own! HOw ofTEN HE staRteD and
LookeD up suddenly, as If hEr swEEt vOice cAme flOatiNg On the Air!

And So the YeArs moved on, the chAin gAlling morE deEpLy, aNd A
bittER sense Of hUmiLiation As well aS BonDaGE RObBing him of all
pleasuRe IN LiFe.

Thus it Is with HIm WhEN, after teN yEarS, we fIND him wAitiNG, iN
the chamBer of dEAtH, fOr the stRoKe that Is To bReaK the fETterS
that sO long havE bounD Him. It has fallen. hE is free again. IN
DyING, tHE sufFerEr made no sigN. SulLEnly She pLUnGed INto thE dark
PrOFoUNd, so impenetrable to mOrTal eyeS, and aS the turbid wavEs
closed, siGHINg, over heR, he wHO hAD called her wife TurneD from
the coUCh on whicH her fRail body Remained, wITH an inwarD "ThAnk
god! i am A MAn Again!"

One more bITTer dRuG yet remAinEd for hiS cuP. NoT a wEek HaD gone
by, erE the fathEr Of HiS dEad Wife sPOke to him ThEse CuTtiNg
worDS--

"You weRe notHing To Me WHilE my daugHTeR LIved--YoU aRe leSs tHaN
nothIng nOW. It Was my weAlth, not my ChiLD, thaT yOu Loved. ShE has
passed awaY. WHat affectiOn WouLd have GIVen to her, Dislike will
never bestow oN You. HencEfoRth we Are sTrangers."

WHen Next thE suN Went doWn on thAt staTeLy mANSion wHICh The
WeAlth-seeker HAD coVeted, He Was a WandereR again--poor,
humiliatED, brOken in spirit.

HOw bItteR HAd BeeN ThE
 whose treasure might be c ounted byhundr eds  of  t hous ands ; but, in doin g  so,  he had failed to secu re th ef athe r 's  appr oval or co n f ide nc e.  Th es te rn ol d m an rega rded him a s a 
m ercenary int e rl oper, andeve r treated hi m a s such .For fiveyea rs,
t herefo r e, hefretted a nd chafed in then a rr ow p rison whose gilde d 
b a rs his own han ds had  f o rg e d . H owoften, dur in g tha t  time,h ad h i s
h e art wanderedback to the dea r oldho me, and th e bel ov e d o nes with
wh om h e had pas sed hi s  earlyy ears An d ah!how  ma ny,m an ytim es cam e 
b etw e enhim andth ealmos t ha t e d coun ten ance  of h is wife, thegen tle, lov ing f ace o f th at  oneto who m heha d been false! H ow o ften
hersof tblu eeyesr estedonhis  own! H ow ofte n  he  s t a r te d and
looked up su dd e n ly , as ifher sw e et  v o ice came  f loa ting o n the  air ! 
And so t he yea r smo ved on,  t he cha in  ga lli ng mo r e de eply,and a
bi tters ense of humili a tion as wella sb o nd a ge r obb ing him ofallp leas urei nlif e .

Th us it  i s  w i th him when, afterte n year s, we  find him wai ting, in
t h e chamberof d e at h , for the stro ke th at is to b r eak thefette rs
thatso long h a v e boundhim . I t h asf a ll en. He is fre e agai n.  In
dyi ng,  the su ffe rer  ma deno  sign. Su llenly s he  p lu ng edintot he darkpr ofo un d,so im p enetra ble t o mo rt al eye s, anda st h e tu rb id  wav escl osed,  sig h ing , overher, he w hoh ad c al le d her w ife turned fr om 
the couch  o n w hich h e r  frail b ody remained, with an i n ward "T han k
God ! Iam a managa in!"
One more b itterdrugye t r e m ained f or  hi scup. Not a w eek  hadgo ne
b y, erethe father of hisd ead  wife spoke t o h im t h e se  cu t ti n g
w or d s-- "You were nothi ng to me w hi l emy daughte r  li ve d--youare les s tha n 
nothin g now. It  was my w ea lth, n otmy child,that you  loved. S h e has pa ssedawa y. Wha taff ectio n woul d  ha ve gi ven to  h er, di slike  w ill
neve r bestow on you. Hencef orth w e are  st rangers." 

W h ennext thesunwent downontha t sta tel y  mans ionw hi cht he
we alth - seeker ha d  c ove t e d,  he was a w a n d ere r aga in- - poor,humi liated, broken in spirit.

How b itte r had  be e n th e
 whose_treasure might_be counted by
hundreds of_thousands; but,_in_doing so,_he_had failed to_secure the
father's approval_or confidence. The stern_old man regarded_him_as a
mercenary interloper, and ever treated him as such. For five years,
therefore, he fretted_and_chafed in_the_narrow_prison whose gilded
bars his own_hands had forged. How often,_during that_time, had his
heart wandered back to the dear_old_home, and the_beloved ones with
whom he had passed his early years_And ah! how many, many times_came
between him and_the_almost_hated countenance of his_wife, the
gentle, loving face of that_one to whom he had been_false! How often
her soft blue eyes rested_on his own! How often he_started and
looked up suddenly, as_if her_sweet voice came floating on_the air!

And so_the years_moved on, the_chain galling more deeply, and a
bitter_sense of humiliation_as well as bondage robbing him_of_all
pleasure in life.

Thus_it_is_with him_when, after ten_years,_we find_him_waiting, in
the chamber of death, for_the_stroke that is to break the fetters
that_so long have bound_him._It has fallen. He_is free again. In
dying, the_sufferer made no sign. Sullenly she_plunged into_the dark
profound,_so impenetrable to mortal eyes, and as the turbid waves
closed, sighing,_over her, he who had called_her wife turned from
the_couch on_which_her frail body_remained,_with an_inward "Thank
God! I am a man again!"

One_more bitter_drug yet remained for his cup._Not a week had_gone
by,_ere the father of his dead_wife spoke to him these cutting
words--

"You_were nothing to me while_my_daughter_lived--you are less than
nothing now._It was my wealth, not my_child, that you_loved. She has
passed away. What affection would_have_given to her, dislike will
never bestow_on_you. Henceforth we are strangers."

When next_the_sun_went down on that stately_mansion which the
wealth-seeker had coveted, he_was a wanderer again--poor,
humiliated, broken in spirit.

How bitter had_been the