The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1849-05-30

Nuliifg more was sail ni iliw suAlrr
a slisl iiu.e. though sanle III lefling In
grfed IN he heartsof esrh. The : max
ing up" was M mawkish s-rae Of kissing
emhraring and crying. surh as rnnanrs
winters build nieir usrless fabrirs win. bu
as alrs. Heath Vas finishing her hnuse
hold duiies for The night. size ssiJ quiet
~.
II don't iAiak ! did cutie right. Riel.
ard
i don't think did eiillrr." responded
tie husband and - The spark Ma.
guaranteed which might have hernale !
sealhing flame blighinig AZ dnmeslie
peace under their huasble root.
Al last The long voyage Is almost end.
"a. aid The sailnTs talk only ~ knsae
naw. They talk Of Ihose siies me %
M ei. nf their wires aud children 10 whom
their ihoughis have - often ~an,lrTed
during l.esr three years absence. They
ensler i The Young siliinr Aimed Heath,
@ho lies 50 sick. will ever see bis hnrae
again. and with their rough tunes suhdu-
Cd almost 10 grnlieness. lhsy speak ofills
anxiety 10 see his mnillrr.
lie II so hnpelrss.y III that his heart j.
now where The worn spnii ever iuIns m
lis hour nf billeIest SORROW o. IL approarlI
To The unseen land - 10 God and lie moth.
er. Family as his heart beats il sci
lIffobs with earnest desire for life. Dim
as his keen eye has become. he fanrics il
would brighten once more Al The sight Of
hismollier, and his failing mind lie cleared
could he lean IN her breast.
With folded hands the young sailor
piays-his words are confused and indls-
linri To those WHO listen. bit alir!ear. and
earnest AMI plain are they TO The Great
Listener above. And when The slip had
reached her desienei p,rl. and minelina
vnices are all around the sick sailor, his
comrades bear hnn comfortably 10 home
Ia miserable homu-bnt better to him
Than the forking vessel IN the midst Of lh'
sounding sea. New If | could Sc,
mother" he murmured 10 The strangers
around him.
She is sitting by The vine-coycred win
dow. patiently reading the shipping jour
NAB and thinking meanwhile u her absen
bos. u thinking il was time I'm him 90 re-
lnrrf. and hoping thai he will never 60 "a
s6s again. How quick The words Catch
her eye.
Arrived, Ship Banner. Lowell"
"and il was week ago; he could
have been a, home by this time; he will
come tonight" she said j,,yluiit, as she
went 10 communicate the good news to
her husband.
They watched frr him in vain that
night, and then Mrs. Heath suggested
what no mother ever failed To suggest
when the prolonged absence Of child
was unaccounied Ior--" he must he sick.
and wien night after night passed, and
thew neither saw nor beard anything of
Alfred, her anxiety would lei her rest no
longer. We will 60 To him, or NJ least
90 where we may hear Of him. aud Mr..
Heath, now as anxious as herself, Icadi.
IL assenied. Their simple preparations
Tor the journey were soon made, aud with
heavy hearts they proceeded IN search Of
iheiI son. with lille hope Of gaining any
thing more satisfactory than definite in
ielliscnce Of his death.
|, was dark and rainy evening when
they entered the city, and after an hour
spent in lruilless inquiries, they found the
place TO which Alirct, had been carried.
Little care had he received in the crowd
ed boarding house. There was none Of
the nea,ness aud order that shows better
in a sick room than anywhere else. Rough
hands had roughly tended him. and pale
and dealh.like as he looked, il seemed as
il it mallcreJ lnle what care he had
now. In the agony with which the pa
rents hent over Tie unconscious sleeper.
and marked the sunken cheeks and vast
ed form, there was but one ray oi comfort
they could watch over hlm--thev should
llUt near VI Ills utdill WIN tle sdu tlVuGit
that none but a stranger had snoolhcd his
dying pillow.
The sufferer awoke from troubled
dream, to find his aching head supported
by his father, and see his mothers eyes
resting ON him with look Of unuiierHhe
tenderness. So faint was The smile Of re-
cognitinn with which he greeted them,
that only parents eye could have caught
the flilIlng expression.
Cans live. cant live" said The doc
tor, with professional carelessness, as he
entered the house next morning.
But his mother has come" said The
lanJlady.
Tha. alters the ease, he may get up
again." answered The doctor, than whom
none knew better how much mother
could do.
Rut how fraii seemed the thread that
held that young and promising life. For
DAYS il quiyered and tremhled with the
highest breath. and the mother learfully
prayed that il might mol be broken. As
aenlle care and kindly watching as ever
blessed a sick bed, had young Alfred
Heath, and no, in vain: gradually ne
grew better. and was able TO walk with