Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1847-06-16

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SIT is now past his usual hour How sur
prised and delighted he viii be.to see you
: Hark! he is coming z. <',-s51'Sss@ Ssls
i At this moment the street door was open
ed and shut, and a heavy but quick stet
heard in the hall. Placing his finger on
his lips, Edward sprang behind the door,
ssHilioa, Kate! good news my girl! The
old Roman lies snaglY nnoored at wharf, nc
laying on and off the Hook this terrible
night for Poor Jack and Edward - -
sasIs here! cried fke happy sailor. rush
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J lilo shipahoys Ny dear fellow, vel
come, Welcomed said honest David, a"but,
POUNDS! you grasp my hand like a marling-
spike. Ned! Well, well, you are well
come on land, my boys, eh, Katya Come
daughter, let's have some supper, and then
we'll listen to some of our jack tar's won-
derful adventures. n. '-i5.5 S-szS -
Casting an afectonate look at her low
er Kate now left the room, but soon return
ed, bearing in her hands small tureen Of
smoking oysters, followed by little black
girl with the tea. The good man and Ed
ward partook of this fine supper with glo.
rious appetites; as for Catharine she seem
ed too happy to eat, but sat smiling and
blushing, looking from one to the other of
the two beings she most loved on earth.
Suddenly some new thought seemed to
strike her, she turned pale for moment,
looking anxiously towards the windows
against which the storm was beating furi-
ously, and then glanced with sigh at the
good things spread before her. At length
she arose, and drawing aside the window
curtain, put her two little hands to her face
and looked out upon the tempest. Again
she seated herself at the table, but all her
enjoyment was fled Her abstraction soon
drew the attention of her lover.
"What ails you, Catharine?" he ex-
claimed, ''you look pale.'' -.. -a~t
At this remark David Brown, dropping
his knife and fork, looked for a. moment
anxiously at his daughter; then shaking
his head, he said: ~ .-.-..t .=-.o,
"Now | will warrant my life, the silly
child is thinking Of her poor old grandlath-
er and wishing he could taste of our good
cheer"
Eyes dear father,' added Kate, 'sand if
you are willing, will take some of it to
him. g.: -ss.s --a --.5 sr.-@..f ~ .....
SHOT tonight, child, not to night, IRE.
piled the Old gentleman ssthe storm is too
violent, for you to be out +~5 80
eyes tonight said Catharine, rising
and kissing her father; ''he may. be suffer-
ing both from cold and hunger; and, father,
l promised my dear mother | would never
forget poor grandfather, even when | was
most happy!'' .- -. -. z.a7a
eestGod bless you, darling! go along, go
along,' said the old gentleman, must af.
fected:ss'take what you will, but mind and
wrap up warm. Edward will go with
you.'' ~. 5 Az- .a.ss r- @sa-
The young man was already on his feet,
glancing approvingly at Catharine, as she
fastened to fill a basket with the nice
things before her, after first going to the
closet and taking thence several fine pine
apples and oranges, which she placed at
the bottom, with look of thanks to Ed
ward, whose gift they were. z%@ 5.- g =
"Good bye, dear father" said she, when
all was ready, s'we will soon be back-by
the time you have smoked your first pipe.'
"There, there, go along, darling," cried
her father, drawing her to him and kissing
her, 'don't stay too long; take good care
cf her, Edward, and see that she keeps her
cloak we'll around her. Pull your hood
closer, Kate. The deuce, do you think
Ned will stop to look at your pretty face
by lamp-lght?'' "ss ..-
5 Crouched shiveringly over few EN-.
bers, gathered in one small heap in the
centre of the fire place, sits ansold man
His hair is silvery white and falls far down
his back and around his pale sunken cheeks
over which the faint dying light of embers
casts deadly hue.e His thin bony hands
are open. their palms pressed close to the
smouldering ashes, as counting their feeble
warth and his tattered elbows rest on his
trembling knees. AS the wind blows ane
roars around the chimney, or shakes the
heavy wooden shutter closed over the only
window, the old man starts and glances
timidly around him, as if striving to peer
into the darkness which shrouds the oppo
site end of that lonely room, bare OF turnl
ture. save two old straw-bottomed chairs, c
small pine-table, and a low truckle bed
Upon the shelf over the fire place are e
few cracked and broken pieces ofcrockery
and inI the corner sits small stew-pan ant
an iron kettle, both rusty and discolored.
Poor wretched old man! How wretch
ed:. when all around him on every side h,
knows the presence Of his God! See HI
stretches his feeble decrepid limbs upon th'
hard straw pallet, his thin white hairs tal
over a miserable bolster of rags, but wha
of that. Is there not gold there? Ay
gold-the ,niser's god. Yes, those oil
, limbs are pressing upon gold, those silve
hairs, those haggard cheeks, are pillowe
upon gold. Then what cares the mise
q Richard Clinch, for the hardness of hi
. couch? s"
There is q low tap at the door. Th
|, mlser starts, turns even more pale, an
t. grasPs convulsively at the treasures be
: meath him. He listens, there is anothe
:. knock: he remains silent. scarce DARING +