Lewistown gazette. [volume] (Lewistown, Pa.) 1843-1944, 1850-03-29
New Series-y0s. -f-No. 33.


Just after sunset, one cool evening in
October, and little more than Three
months after the occurrence Of these
events, Mr.. Livingston alighted from his
horse before the Milford's cottage.
The door was shut but the window
curtain was up, and by the bright blaze OF
a wood fire, the room and its occupants
were distinctly visible.
The old man sat by the fire with his
little grand child upon his knee, who
laughed and clapped his tiny hands in the
widest glee. The table was spread, and
the dishes that smoked upon the hearth
told that the repast waited for some one
absent.
Mary was stirring blthely about, get
ting everything in readiness-her cheek
was plump, and its beautiful color might
have been reflection from the fires ruddy
glow, but it looked more like the bright hue
of perfect health and happiness.
Just then the door opposite the window
opened, and a young man entered. Was
that William Milford With the bright
brow and pleasant eye, and the glow OF
health and cheerful exercise upon his
! cheek. 1t was pleasant to see the glad
welcome that sparkled in the eyes of the
busy wife, as he greeted her with here
| am, Mary = and passing his arm around
her, gave her playful kiss ere he turned
to take the boy, whose little arms had
been outstretched 10 him the moment OF
! his entrance.
/ Mr.. Livingston knocked at the door,
which was Immediately opened, and he
was greeted with the liyeliest demonstra-
tions of pleasure by all the inmates. The
color rose to the young mans brow, as he
grasped his extended hand, and there was
pride in Mary's tone, as looking from
her husband to Mr.. Livingston, she said
William and | have been hoping to see
YOU for a long time, sir.
And | think | should have fastened
my coming, could have realized what
delightful reception awaited me- and he
seated himself with the smiling group.
At his request, William Milford related
his past struggles, his present success, and
his future hopes.
1t needs not words, he added, as he
finished his recital, to thank You for all
this. Our cheerful comfortable horne-
/ Mary's glad face, my own health and hap
piness-are they not all owing to you
and do they not tell their own grateful
story il is you who has saved me from
destruction, and brought JOY again te us
all
/ William and have had this ready for
YOU a good while,' said Mary as going 10
an inner-room, she brought forth small
/ roll of bills, and placed them III MIR. Liv-
ingston's hand. There was more than the
sum required, and he smiled as he looked
! them over, and quietly asked the mother
the name of the little fellow who sat in
the old mans arms.
My child has his fathers name,'
answered Mary.
WELL said Mr.. Livingston, for your
son William | will deposite this money in
the bank-a little fund to which you and
your husband can add whenever you
choose. Ii may be pleasant to look upon
it, as the first fruits OF your exertionS in
/ the pa.h Of duty-no thanks, no thanks,
| wish it 10 be sol shall always feel an
! interest in YOU, and | hope from time to
to time you viii come and see me, and let
me know how you are succeeding
With a last look at the bright cheerful
home, with lis happy faces, Mr.. Living
ston mounted his horse and rode away
and as ne passed the prison walls, which
lay upon his homeward route, his heart
rose in thankfulness that William Milford
was not there-reoiced that Heaven had
made him the means of restoring an erring
man, who with no hand to lift him up,
might have been led on deep into sinful
ness and crime.