The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1845-04-19


feature aud line OF that bene VIOLENT
counIenance. His hands were elapsed
and he bent slightly forwsrd-but
moment he turned away and brushed
ear from his eye, but still was silent.
There was something IN that turn, that
look which startled The chain Of memory
10 the hear, Of Mrs. Dsmer. The moth
er awoke 10 her bosom,& a iflel shliek
burst from her lips.
It is-no! in cannot be-yes! il is
my son George!
I Your own ron, my mo,her--it is
your son, George Dameln end tho
grea,ful mother clasped 10 her heart
her beloved and long lost chld
Mary had heard The exclamation, and
stepping into the entry, stood trembling,
hoping and fearing, as she saw the
stranger in her mothers arms.
But oh! with what joy, with what
pride did she look at himl With what
rapture did she, too,fiy 10 his arms, when
she indeed found it was her brother!
My own sisler-sweet sisletp said
The, kissing her again and again, then
holding her of 10 look into her beauti-
tfut face- for Mary was lne pride of the
wh Die village-then embrsclng her a.
gain, till they bo laughed and cried
together in ecstaey of that uu.houghl Of
Injecting.
Il RENE mber well The little girl with
he apple pie, when was terribly whpp
ed 4 shall never forget il!' said e,when
he could get breath TO say so much for
mis- mother still clung 10 his neck silent
II her ears of gratitude aid joy.
Dear brolhern was ell Mary could
utter, as she looked through her tears
with sisters pride on her new found
, relative.
+ Two stout farmers came up from the
/, outside, wondering what This fuss could
mean; but when Mary cried out catch
ing her breath in The wildness of Joy
, I'its George It's George" they came
Il IN and shook him by The hand till the
b ears gllsiened in their eyes, and they
turned away 10 hide them.
{ But the faiher-and how could he greet
he boy whom he cruelty had driven from
he door, and who had come back a man
, an honored and great man! He tried 10
seal from the back door pale, and Iremb
ing but his wife stopped him. "fis our
son George said she, and she led him
forward like child TO the noble and irjur.
: ed youth. 1t was the sdsy of re,ribuion
seventeen years TO an hour had elapsed
siLce he had stood with whip over thar
brave boy, and beat him ill he could no
longer stand, and foi no conceivable reason
j. or earth! 1t is plain wha. thoughts were
working in the heart of the man, for Le
stood like craven coward before his son.
George was the first 10 speak. My falher!'
said he, extending his hand. but The old
man drew back and brushed a tear from
his shrurksn cheek. The fierce passion of
his noon day manhood had faded in age
the waters Of repentance were flooding his
/ soul. He talked as if TO himself
This hand drove my boy hence, al.
most murdered him! no, no, cannot touch
him again, there's curse upon this right
hand"
My falherr said the yoOng man, draw
ing closer 10 him, and again Offering his
hand
40, MOI said The old man starting up,
mot HlI you have forgiven me that-thal'
and his voice became thick through his
'eeth'-rhaI horse 'hipp,ng.
Now an d forever aud ever thank you
for il my father for that helped TO make
me what ami know I did no! deserve
it. ! was innocent but instead of crushing
aud humbling me it raised me in my own
opinion. II awoke new thoughts and ener-
gies in my heart and hence eii home to
TRY my fortune in The great world was
bu, child then, but ! worked my way
along in charity school then in lawyers
Office where procured copying enough
for maintenance. Here studied as we'll
as: worked, and my master found me one
might, very aie, hard al work over law
treaties. Surprised he examined my'Ipro-
gress, still more aslpnisled he invited no
10 become his pupil. Tha, was a golden
era to me. Half crasy with Joy, threw
> myself on my knees before him and wepI.
Q Years went by and also became law.