Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1847-08-12

cy OH us that is slelgh-bCll! A breath
less pause. They're gone by dowsh
the Colonel was well home-his people will
ieei dreadiuIly, and it's all on our account.
IT was pity he stad, we might have known
there would been no news from them to-
night Another pause and bowling
blast of wind, and the poor mother asked
" what will become of Ruth, if sho is ontbe
road this weather :"
" Mother, look to him who tempers the
wind to the shorn lamb. If she gets Char
lies pardon, she'll be paid for It ALL"
Pardon p exclaimed Mrs. Hathaway.
in the only proud tone that ever came from
her; "Pd not ask pardon for the innocent
boy"
Good mother, good keep to that
brave feeling, and we'll weather the storm"
But 1t seemed that the mothers couraoe had
spent itself in that one outbreak she again
sank into desperate motiunless silence at
is bad night" murmuredHathawav, " and q.
worse indoors than out I' and sad it was
to see the mseries that bBlong only to ILL
doing, gathering over this family, where pa
thence and pious content had so long reign
ed.
Suddenly Mrs. Hathaway raised her head,
her heart again nuttered. She dared not
speak, but as the wind for moment lulled,
she thought she heard approaching bells.
Her husbands slower senses heard them too.
She started to her feet. "They have
stopped here it is the Colonel !" she ex-
claimed in another instant the outer door
OF the little porch was thrown open, and the
inner door, and Ruth rushed in and threw
herself into her mothers arms exclaming,
" cleared cleared cleared" Softly and
slowly after her came Charles, thoughtful
and conslderate even at this moment, and
holding back lest he should overwhelm his
mother with sudden joy-What followed
can scarcely be described. There were
loud exclamations and hysterical bursts of
emotion, and then deep silence--frst brok-
en- by the Colonel, who stood aloof, tears of
sympathy running down his cheeks fast
enough to melt away the ice that stifTened
his whiskers. Goodness, mercy, Hatha-
way he exclaimed Your witherod arm
is round Charles neck p And so it was,
that arm that had hardly perceptibe move
ment for years had received mysterious en-
ergy from the current Of feeling that stirred
his whole being. Every eye was now turn
ed to 3" father; )" mother and children gath
cred round him, and embraced him, the
withered arm fell, but from the tongue rose
as joyful thanksgiving as ever burst from
a grateful, relieved, faithful heart
Well--good night" said Colonel Miles
81 go home the happiest man in Berkshire,
excepting you, Hathaway"
Oh, no, stay with US and cat supper"
replied Hathaway. Wen have the best
Thanksgiving in Massachusetts,"
"The table is set already" ne added.
with his habitual chuckmg-laugh and
" do stdy-do sta ~ Colonel came
from mother, Charles, and Ruth. But the
Colonel could on no account STAY 1" His
own wife and children were waiting at
home" he said: "and now he BEGAN TO
think considerable of them: and what de-
cent father ever stayed from his own chill
dren Thanksgiving day." And with the
showering thanks and blessings of the
Hathaways, he departed. There are mo-
ments when the outer crust of the undem-
onstratve Anglo-Amercan breaks awav
and shows the glowing fires beneath it,
Now it was, that all Miss Emma Gardi-
ner's bountitnl provisions came into play.
Ihe re-heated turkey, oysters, mince-pie and
pumpAn-ple, tarts, and sauces, melted away
before the keen appetltes Of our happy fam
lily. Ruth's cake alone was set aside. "Mr.
Henshaw,' she said in low voice to her
mother, talked Of coming up the next
: day" Hathaway averred, as he asked for
another and another bit, that he had not eat
Ell full meal since Ruth went away; his
good wife said every mouthlul had tasted
bitter; and Ruth aid not believe ANYTHING
could taste good in New York. But these
were only parenthetical remarks, while eve
. ~ rartipulor cft tho late
| lated Our brefsummary must be in strong
, contrast to the dihuseness of our friends.
| 1t seemed that on the day preceding that
| on which Charles was to have his trial,
treacherous friend of a noted young woman,
one Matilda Johnson, came to Henshaw,
, and told him, that if he would go to the the
! atre that evening, he would see Otis Jack
r son in the pit-thd1 Otis would Join Matilda
Johnson as she came down from the gallery,
r when the play was overland that this Ma
tllda would wear a certain shawl, which had
? been missed from Brown & Wilson's a few
: days previous to Charles Hathaways COM
4 initial. Henshaw accordingly went to the
r theatre with Sandley. A police officer,
e well acquainted with Miss Matilda was di-
4 rected to keep his eye on her.
e Everything went right The miserable
4 parties were followed to their lodging. Hen
r shaw identified the shawl Various other
articles, subtracted from the shop of Messrs
4 Brown & Wilson, were found among Miss
0 Johnson's fine clothes; and she, and the
0 wrelched Young man whom she had caught
4 in her tolls and ruined, were committed to
g the sTombs Jackson confessed that he
= thurstipto Charles pocket the stolen goods
, found tlsre, aud Charles was of course dis
missed honorably, without trial. even
!. Mr.. Brown, and Wilson,, Ruth said, in con-
@ GLIDING the story, had the grace to say
G they were sorry for what had happened; and
), they offered Mr., Henshaw and Charles much
: better terms than they were on before, if
: they would return TO them but Mr.. Hen
Il shaw is not a man to be whistled on and off
at the pleasure of Messrs. Brown and Viii
e son. lie is already engaged at the first
: shop in the city, where they have fret pri-
/, oeS-where, he says, they despise the Brown
: & Wilson fashion of having two prices, and
l. teaching the poor boys to- hefor them; it is
$ no wonder they steal for themselves at last
" "And it does not end there said Mr.
r, Hathaway; the covetousness, cheating &
d lying that are practised in small dealings