Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1850-04-08


was 10 bring the return of the only being
left on earth to love. At night fall, Ell leI
came in. Her face, so pale in the morn
ing was slightly flushed, and her eyes were
brighter than when she went out. The
grandfather was not deceived by ,his-he
knew it was the sign Of disease lie took
her hand-it was het-and when he wen
to kiss her gentle lips, he found them burn
ing with fever.
sEllen, my child, why did vou go to
work to-day! knew it would make you
sick,' the old man said in a tone of an.
guish. .s..z...., .s,.zye=.s.t.se-s
Ellen fried to sapiia and llo appear not Sc
4seFy iH-but nature was too much op.
pressed. - - -. =
81 brought home some work, and will no,
go out TO morrow" she remarked. 81
thinkahe walk faligued me more than any.
thing else. | will feel better in the morn.
ing, after good nights Sleep"
Bun the glr's hope failed in this. The
morningto found her SO weak that she could
notrise fromsher bed and when her grand
father came A1-1o learn how she had passed
the night, he found her weeping on her
pillow. See hndkndeavored to get up, bu,
her head which was aching terribly, grew
dizzy, and she fell back under despalring
consciousness ahatsher strength was gone.
The day passed, put Ellen did not grow
better. The fever still kept' t'her body pros
lrate. Once, or twice, when her grand.
father was out of.tae room, she took her
work she had broug gf1 home, and tried to Dc
some of it while she was sitting up in bed.
Bot ere q minute had passed, She became
faint, while all grew dark around. her
She was no better when night came. II
her mind could have res,ed-if she had
been free from anxious and distressing
houghts-nature would have had SONS
power to react, bul,as it was, the PRESSURE
upon her was too great. She could not for.
| get that they had scarcely as much money
as a dollar left, and that her old grand faith
er was too feeble TO work. Upon her rest.
led all the burden of her support, and she
was now helpless.
! On the next morning, Ellen wes better.
She could sit @up without feeling, dizzy
though her headss,i ached, and the fever
had only abated. sABut the old man would
not permit her TO leave the bed though she
begged him 10 let her DO sea ysssss. ss-
The bundle Of work Ella hal brought
home. was wrapped in d a.newspaper, and
this ssr gsaga!asess seok op g sapd sgms
"rhis is MIR. rs newspaper, -
said he, as he opened it and saw the tile,
| II knew Mir. T. when he was a
poor orphan boy. But Of course be don't
remember me. He's prospered wonderful
ly.' And then his eyes went along the
columns of the paper, and he read aloud to
Ellen such things as he thought would in
terest her, among others was a remines-
cence by the editor-.he same that we
have jus, given. The old mans voice fall
tered as he read The little incident so
leeiingly described, had long since been
hidden in his memory under the gathering
dust of time. But now that dust was swept
away and he saw his own beautiful garden
He was in it and among the flowers; and
wishfully looking through the fence stood
the orphan boy. He remembered having
felt pity for him, and he remembered now
as distinctly as if ii were but yesterday,
though thirty years had interviewed, the
| light that went over the chid's face as he
handed him few flowers that were to fade
and wilher in day.
Yes, the poor old mans voice faltered
while he read, and when he came to the
last sentence. the paper dropped upon the
floor, and clasping his hands together, he
lifted his dim eyes upward, while his
lips moved in whispered words of thank
fu!ness.
"What ails you, grandpa?' asked Ellen
in surprise.
Bu, the old man did not seem to hear
her voice.
"Dear granpa,' repeated the girl. "why
do you look SO stfangely?" She had risen
in bed, and was bending towards him.
"Ellen, child,' said the old man, a light
breaking over his countenance, as though
sun beam had suddenly come into the
room, "it wos your old grandfather who
gave the flowers to thot poor little boy
Did you hear what he said!-he would di.
vide tho last morsel."
The old man moved about The room
with unsteady Steps, talking in wander.
ing way SO overjoyed ut the prospect ol
relief for his child, that he was nearly be.
side himself But there yet fingered some
embers of pride in his heart, and from
i. these the ashes were blown away and they
became bright and glowing. The thought
of asking favor for that little act, which
was TO him at the time pleasure came
with.a feeling Of reluctance. But when
he looked at the pale young girl who lay
with her eyes closed, and her face hall
buried in the pillow, he murmured to him
self, sit is for you-for vou!" And tax
ing up his staff, he went tottering forth in
to the open air.
The editor was sitting in his Office, writ
ing, when he heard the door open, ant
turning, he saw before him an old mai
with bent form and snowy head. Some
thing in the visitors coun,enance strucl
him as familiar, but he did not recogniz
him as one he had seen before.
"Is Mr.. T. ina" eneuired the oil
? man.
3 "My name is p replied tn
: editor.
r "You?" There was slight expression
r of surprise in the mans voice.
: sYes, | am = my friend" wa
s kindly said. "Can | do any thing 10
o vonI oh ob,;r