Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1850-04-01

handsome and good, when at the age o
sixteen, he left his humble home, determin
ed 10 revive his fathers fallen fortunes OF
make one less to be provided for from theil
scanty store.
OF course Ella'loved the picture, and oil:
len sighed thai it was not real to her.
Rupert Ellsworlh's father, very soon az
ter his mislorlunes, turned bis pretty dwell
ling into an inn, hung up sign, with u
peculiar device upon it-Rdevice not to be
Eforgot1en by any one who lived tw enty
years previously any where within fifty
miles oi The ;eitY.of New York-bui mus.
not paint it over again, least one phrenzied
eye should chance to glance over these pa
ges to engnlph the mind and heart in still
deeper anguish, and my only object is to re.
late, as neariy as can recollect, the Incl
dents OF transaction that was so thrilling
and so fearful in its effects, and which so
many OF our citizens remember is too true
The old man was not very successful,
for he was as proud and austere as he was
ambitious, and he could not stoop to : the
mean cajolery and imper.inent obtrusve-
ness often pructised in our day to secure the
''migh,y dollar" and the consequence was
he remained very poor. The day had been
stormy, and the heavy black clouds hung
in dense masses close to the earth, leaving
only here and there a streak of atmosphere
which seemed struggling in sullen pride to
bear them upward to their native element,
there to dissolve themselves in gentle dew,
or rain, or beautiful, white, feecy fakes of
IN he
bosoned in tho all-receiving silent earth.
But digress. A horseman broke thro'
the narrow passage between earth and
clouds, Immediately in front Of cottage
about mile from our incongruous sign; he
was very tall and slender, with the mos,
luxuriant beard and mustache, of rich,
brown expressive hair, his eyes were clear
as stars, his skin of singular paleness for n
man, and with face altogether as pleas
ing and interesting as young and beauti'
fuI girl s; though you could not guess his
age, he might of been twenty five or he
might have been forty still there was a
fire lurking in his eye, and the spirit Of
bravery and maniness written on his brow.
You could imagine that sorrow, and strug-
Igle and contest had been his lot, though
every lineament bespoke heart at peace
with the whole world Our rider seemed
10 be lost in thought, for his horse had halt.
ed before the door of the cottage, whose
ow'er was gazing quietly upon him from
his door step, wondering, suppose, who he
WIS or what he wanted.
Sued 5nly he looked up from his revery,
and with slight embarrassment, inquired
il there sas public house close at hand.
"By the way" said he, sis there not a Mr..
Ellsworth keeping an Inn somewhere near
here? he had daughter named Ella, and
once" he drew a long beatb, ''a son Ru.
pert"
You know him, then, SIR" said MIR.
Clayton, <the man of the cottage was none
other than the vlInge pastor) ''a relative
perhaps!' pursued he, like man thinking
aloud, for he had not waited an answer to
his frs. interrogation. s'And now | look
at you more closely, you do resemble the
family you like 10 see his daugh-
gentle face, feels an interest in her at once:
she is here, paying visit to my girls -
/ And Mr.. Clay.en, in his ardor Of friend
ship for Ella, and his hospitality toward
the interesting stranger, absolutely dragged
the bewildered horseman from his saddle,
and very unceremoniously into the pres
ence of three lovely girls, who were knit
ting and chatting away before cheerful
hickory fire: Knitting and a hickory fire!
our truthful band of friends! O, what glo-
rious opportunity for the culture of the
flowers planted in our youth time in the
sunny gardens Of our hearts 10 be green
and bright, when the selfish, sordid world
has shut in all the joyousness, the music
and the lights, the love and trust, that once
so fully made up happy, existence-or
when relentless death has driven our fond
est affections back upon the tablet Of ou'
memory, living page for the records o
eternity.
But while have been indulging in these
desultory thoughts, the party in the little
|parlor are standing in agitation and sur
prise, the stranger often glancing at the
other two young ladies, stood fora momen
confronting the now trembling Ella. One
| beam of joy shot from his eye as he criet
, out-"lt is, it is my sister, and claspec
her in his arms. One look on his part
and one electric thrill on hers, had beer
enough to tell them of the ties Of consan
, guinity which bound them, and the Ions
separated brother and sister-even though
Ella was child when Rupert left home
| knew and loved each other in an instant
4 Ella was very happy, and too much ab
sorbed in her wonderment to ask her broth
er single question; she was dreaming
of her parents transports of joy when they
should learn their long lost son was living
and planning in her mind some one more
pleasing stratagem than another, by which
!. she could make known to them his return
s Rupert OWNED her thoughts as she sat s.
9 silently, and gazing fondly upon him; ant
Immediately after he had ascertained tha
r his parents were alive and well, he glance
r at his history since his departure, reservin,
$ for their own happy Areside the details o
o his self-sacrifcing efforts and exile for TWEEN
;. ty years. OF course, after the first saluta
D lions were over, inc whole party at the col
e tage were acquainted and familiar and anS
e ious 10 hear his story.
e Rupert had left his home with but on
r, change Of apparel, and but one shilling i
e his pocket-he had worked his passage OF
is w est, and had travelled from town to tow
h and yillape TO villa ge teaching here an