But so hopeless have I
become of late, so much am I reliant upon you, my dear child, and
eternal hope so springs in all of us when confronted with great
necessities, that I have hoped and still hope that you are to be the
saviour of your family; that you, only a frail child, are through God's
marvellous workings to be the one to save the honour of that name we
both love more than life; the one to keep the wolf of poverty from that
door through which so far has come nothing but the sunshine of
prosperity and happiness; the one, my dear Beulah, who is to save your
old father from a dishonoured grave. Dear child, forgive me for placing
upon your weak shoulders the additional burden of knowing I am now
helpless and compelled to rely absolutely upon you. After you have read
my letter, if there is no hope, I command you to tell me so at once,
for although I am now financially and almost mentally helpless, I am
still a Sands, and there has never yet been one of the name who shirked
his duty, however stern and painful it might be."
When I handed the letter back to Miss Sands, she said:
"Mr. Randolph, let me tell you and Mr. Brownley a little about my father
and our home, that you may see our situation as it is.
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