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A personal friend relates this incident: It was on a bright winter morning that a young man remarkable for gentleness of manner and kindliness of heart went out from his father’s house to his daily occupation. Within half an hour, suddenly and without warning, he was called from time to eternity, and before a third of the time he was usually absent had passed his lifeless form was carried into the home he had left so happily a few hours before. Parents, brothers and sisters comforted each other as best they could, but the sister nearest in age to the dead brother, whose love and gentleness toward him none would question, seemed to have a sorrow peculiar to herself, which found vent to one who sought to comfort her in the bitter and regretful words, “I was not kind to him as he left home this morning.”
No one ever knew to what she alluded. It may have been too keen a sense of delinquency which caused the bitter pain in her heart, or it may have been a playful word spoken, or perhaps the mere absence of the usual tenderness. With her loving nature and her unfailing gentleness toward this brother it could have been nothing really unkind. Yet it caused her sore pain as she looked upon the dead face. He could not hear her request now to forgive her, nor could any lavish tokens of love now atone for that which caused her pain. She had not been so kind as usual to him at parting that morning, and the memory added much to the grief of her loving, tender heart over its sudden loss.
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