The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1853-06-23


"We don't know who he is, sir, for
believe the poor young gentleman ha
been insensible ever since"
"And how did the accident happen ?
asked Mr.. Bingly, interested by the
word young gentleman.
"The horses of the hackney-coacl
took fright, sir. The driver was off tn
box at the moment; and the young gen
tleman was getting out of the window il
front, evidently to get the reins. Every
body in the street shouted to him : " 81
still, sit still for your life ~ but he die
it cleverly, and kept fast hold, for h,
seemed to be sailor, when an omnibus
turning the corner sharply, ran agains
the coach, upset it, and | think tn
young man is almost killed"
A sailor, you say :" and Mr.
Bingly's thoughts instantly reverted t.
his son, who, he felt certain, had gone
to sea. How old would you suppose
the young man TO be 2"
Not twenty, should think, SIR"
And fair or dark complsxioned !"
he asked with intense anxiety.
Fair, | should say, sir. He ha'
bright brown hair, and --dear me
| beg your pardon, sir, ,"'said the girl
staring in wonder at Mr.. Bingly, " but
the young gentleman is the very picture
of you !"
Merciful Heaven should it be
Harry !" exclaimed Mr.. Bingly. 81
must see the young man instantly
Where is Mr. Tisick Z"
The girl became quite alarmed at Mr..
Bingly's excited state, and requesting
him to step into the parlor, promised to
acquaint her master with his wishes
Mr. Bingly now felt convinced it must
be Harry. What was it that urged him
into pursuing the inquiry so far, but that
undefnable feeling, that /" something"
beyond all human ken, which conjures
up in the heart a foreshadowing of
events-that mysterious sympathy which
irresistibly attracts and links us to
places and persons :
The girls statement of the young
sailors resemblance to himself, threw
Mr.. Bingly into the painfully excited
state in which Mr.. 1isick now found
him who, in reply to his agitatcd aud
almost frenzicd inquiries, answered
evasively, and with a degree of embar-
rassment quite at variance with the
usual ingenious and familiar style for
which he was noted
"Dear me--bless me |" said he, I" it
will be very extraordinary if that young
gentleman turns out to be your son, Mr..
Bingly; and really | shouldn't wonder
that is--cXcuso me--of course it is
impossible for me to guess, as | never
happened to see your SON"
"Wcll, well, )" interrupted Mr.. Bingly
impaticntly, " | must be satisfied this
suspense is uncomfortable. Take me to
his bedside at once, where | will thank
Heaven if he be not my son, and do ali
in my power to serve him, whoever he
may be"
Con condition." said the chemist,
seriously, " that you suppress all emo
ton, even should your worst fears be re-
llized."
go Heaven is my boy dead :" in
luired Mr.. Bingly, in agony.
No, no, my dear sir. The young
nan--for it is only your own fears which
have told you he is your son--is under
he influence of composing draught.
have promised the surgeon that the
Drofoundest stiffness shall be maintained,
Is any excitement, or. even the least
startling noise, might prove fatal"
Do not fear me-" said Mr.. Bingly,
what can | not endure if the life of
ny dear Harry depend upon it ?"
Well, then, relying on your silence,
md that you will suppress every ex-
'lamatlon or communication until we
cave the room, [ will take you to him.
Can you depends upon yourself"
81 think | can," said Mr.. Bingly
with faltering voice-for there was
something in the cheWist's manner that
seemed to eonfrm his apprehensions.
Perhaps your sons life depends
upon J" interposed Mr.. Tisick with a