Mrs. J. S. Adams

Capitolo 49

"I will travel on", he said with good hope;  "for certainly, in such mansion, me
it will find protection and food for my hungry body."

He/she wanted very anymore a lot of time to arrive him/it that for he was waited;  but finally, with lacerated
and bleeding feet, he came to the wide avenue that conducted to the residence.

"What a magnificence!" he exclaimed. "As happy I am me that my father sent me
of here to see so marvelous things!" With hope that removes in every characteristic,
he drew near to the door and it knocked.

It was open within one whose voice and face didn't exhibit signal of welcome.
He cast an impatient glance on the traveller that tightened him confused and
trembling from so ill-mannered a fixed look.

"Can I find food and refuge here?" he asked, his/her voice trembling with
emotion.

The door was closed on him.

It was not the cold of the penetrating storm that he felt then, but the
cold of an inhospitable soul. It froze the warm tide of you hope that, a
few some instants before, it so wildly had leaped in his/her veins;  and he went
ahead from the elegant mansion, and he/she sat on the earth and he/she cried.

"Or produces! because you sent by Your child to satisfy the sour one till now
and cruel treatment of the world when Your house abounds with abundance?"
says the tired child.

At night The shades were gathering fast. The cold, earth of damp that had
is his/her only bed so a lot of nights, he/she now offered a poor protection for his
tired form.

"I was satisfied there. Because it sent here me of?" it was the questioning
of his/her mind as him he/she sat alone and sad.

As he was around to was placed on the earth, he saw light weakly sparkling
through the trees, in the moment in which the light of interruptions of hope on us to the
moment of the desperation.

"I would travel there", he said, despondingly;  "but rest and refuge
you/he/she was denied here me. How can I hope for finding elsewhere it?"

But the hope talked to low voice to its tired heart;  and he rose, and it passed on.

It was a small, humble residence but one in that the dwelt loving hearts.