Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1842-05-17

BED, and she heard HIM calling for his Sis
ter, Lucy wept and said to him-'poor sick
young man, your sister is far distant and
cannot hear you, but will be to you a Sis
ter" Well did this dark-eyed maiden keep
her promise. Day and night did she watch
over him, except at the short intervals
when she yielded her post at his bedside to
her father.
AT length the crisis Of his disorder ar
rlved-the day which was to decide the
question Of life or death. Lucy bent over
him with intense interest, watching every
expression Of his features, hardly daring
to breathe, so fearful was she Of waking
him from the only sound sleep he had en-
joyed for nine long days and nights. At
length he awoke and gazed up to the face
of Lucy Davis, and family inquired 'where
am l.? There was intelligence in that
look. Youth and a good constitution had
obtained the mastery. Lucy felt that he
was spared, and bursting into flood of
irrepressible, grateful tears, rushed Out of
the room.
1t was two weeks more before he could
sit up, even for a short time, he had al
ready acquainted them with his name and
residence, but they had no curiosity to
learn any thing further, and forbade his
giving his story till he became stronger.
His name was Charles Wilson, and his pa
rental home Boston. A few days after
wards, when Mr.. Davis was absent from
home, and Lucy engaged about her house
hold affairs, Wilson saw at the head of his
bed his pack, and recolecl;ng some hing
that he wanted, opened it. The first hing
he saw was the very pocket book whose
loss had excited so many bitter regrets
He recollected having placed it there the
morning before he reached Brent's Prairie.
but in the confusion Of the moment that
circumstance was forgotten. He exam
ined and found evey thing as he left it.
This discovery nearly restored him TO
health, but he resolved at present to con-
fine the secret to his own bosom. 1t was
gratifying to him 10 witness the entire con-
fidence they repoSed in the honor and in
tegrity Of a stranger, and the pleasure with
which they bestowed lavors upon one whom
they supposed could make no return but
thanks.
Night came and Mr., Davis did not re-
turn. Lucy passed sleepless night In
the morning she watched hour after hour
for his coming, and when sunset approach
Ell and he was still absent, terrified at his
long and unusual stay, she was setting out
to procure nelghbor TO 60 in search of
him, when her parent hove in sight. She
ran to meet him, and was bestowing upon
him thousand endcaring expressions Of
affection, when his haggard, woe-begone
countenancc startled her.
He uttered not word, and went into his
house and seated himself in silence. Ii
was in vain that Lucy attempted to cheer
him. After long pause, during which a
powerful struggle was going on in his
feelings, he arose, took his daughter by
the hand and led her into the room where
Wilson was seated. "You shall know all :"
said he 81 am ruined; am a bcggar.-
In few days must leave this house; this
farm which have so highly improvep
and thought my own" He proceeded to
state thai few days before, Crosby, in Il
moment Of ungovernable malice, tainted
him with being bcggar, and told him he
was now in his power, and he would crush
him under his feet. When Mr.. Davis
smiled at what he regarded only an impo-
tent threat. Crosby. to convince him,
told him that the patent Of his farm was a
forged one, and that he, Crosby, knew the
real owner Of the land-had written 10
purchase it, and expected deed in few
days. Davis Immediately went home for
his patent, and during his long absence
had visited the land office. Crosby was
right. The patent, beyond all doubt was n
forged one, and the claim Of Davis TO the
farm not worth larthing.
1t may be proper to observe that coun-
terfeiting soldiers patent was regular
business in some Of the eastern cities, and
hundreds have been duped.
It's not for myself, says the old man,
that | greve at this misfortune. | am
advanced in life, and it matters not hoU Or
rhere pass the few remaining days OF
nv existence. | have home beyond the
stars where your mother has gone before
me, and where | would long since have
Joined her; had net lived to protect her
! child, my own, my affectlonate Lucy
The weeping girl flung her arms around
the neck Of her father, and poured her
tears upon his bosom. 1--WE can be happy
still" sand she, for am young and can
easily support US both.
A new scene followed, in which another
individual was principal actor. shall
leave the reader TO form his own opinion
of it, and barely remark that a. the close,
the old man took the hand Of Lucy and
Wilson. and joining them, said, my chill
dren cheerfully consent TO your UNION
Though poor, with good conscience, you
can be happy. l know, Charles, that you
will be kind to my daughter, for few
nights ago when you thought that no hu-
man ear could hear you, heard you fer
veniy implore the blessing of Heaven up
on my hairs, and that God would reward
my child for all her kindness to YOU