The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1838-06-30
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TME RECONCILIATION.

poor girl, one whom forbid him TO wed,
and I wont forgive him if they all starve TO-.
gotheI'"
This speech was addressed to a lovely
girl scarcely eighteen, beautiful as the lilly
that hides itself beneath the dalk waters.
She was parting the silyery locks on her
fathers high, handsome forehead, of which
her own was a miniature, and pleading the
cause Of her delinquent brother who had
married in opposition to her fathers will,
and had consequently been dsinherited.
Mr.. Wheatly was rich old gentleman, a
resident of Boston.--He was fat good ma
tured old fellow, somewhat given to mirth
and wine, and sat in his arm chair from
morning till night, smoking his pipe and
reading the newspapers. Sometimes sto-
ry of his own exploits in our revolutionary
battles, filed up passing hour. He had
two children, the disobedient son, and the
beautiful girl before spoken of. The fond
girl went on pleading:
Dear father do forgive him; you don't
know what a beautiful girl he has married,
and
Il think it's likely said the old man
but don't tease me, and open the door lit
tie, this plaguy room smokes So.
Well, continued Ellen, won't you just
see her now! she is SO good--and the little
boy looks SO innocent ..
'What did you say?' interrupted the faith
er, Ca boy!-haveI 1 grandchild3 Why
Ellen, never knew that before-but tn ink
it's likely. Well, now give me my choco-
late, and then go to your music lesson
Ellen left him. The old mans heart be-
gan to relent. ,;,. .g,+
'Well,' he went on, Charles was always
q ~. ~ .. EIVS''s ~ Its. - - UOIItgy.
but INDUCED him-and he was ai,,r, :,
good to his old father for all: but he diso-
beyed me in marrying this poor girl; yet,
as my old friend and fellow soldier, Tom
Bonner, used to say, we must forgive. Poor
Tom!-I would give all my the old shoes
have got, to know whatever become Of him.
If | could but find him or one of his chill
dren! Heaven grant they are not suffer-
ing! This plaguy smoky room--how my
eyes water! If | did but know who this
girl was, that my Charles has married but
| have never inquired her name. / will
find out, and
4 think it's likely said the old man
Ellen led into the room a beautiful boy
about two years old. His curly hair and
rosy cheeks could not but make one love
him. @
who is that!' said the old man, wiping
his eyes.
THAT, that is Charles boy said Eellen,
throwing one her arms around her faith
er's neck, with the other she placed the child
on his knee. The child looked up tender
ly in his face, and lisped out.
Grandpa what makes you cry sol"
The old man clasped the child to his bo-
som and kissed him again and again. At
ter his emotion had little subsidized he babe
the child tell his name.
Thomas Bonner Wheatly,' said the boy,
Il am named after my grandfather
Are you
Yes lisped the boy, 'and he lives with
me al.
Get me my cane said the old man, sand
come Ellen-be quick my child
They started off at quick pace, which
soon brought them to the poor, though neat
lodging of his son. There he beheld his
old friend, Thomas Bonner, seated in one
corner weaving baskets, while his swathed
limbs showed how unable he was to per-
form the necessary task. His lovely daugh-
ter, the wife of Charles, was, preparing their
frugal meal, while Charles was out seeking
employment to support his needy family.
It's all my fault sobbed the old man, as
he embraced his friend, who was nearly pet
rifed with amazement.
Come said Mr.. Wheatly, come all of
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