The Ohio star. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1830-1854, 1853-02-02

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Were you ever at Washington, Isaac, asked
Wilson. with evident interest
YES. 1 was there once. and don't care if |
never sec the place again.
Why SO, Isaac =
sBscause, if must tell you, / was once fool
enough to run away from my master. and foot it
ali the way to Washington. And sorry time
enough had of it. Nobody would give me any
work, and IbeIlese should have died if It hadn't
/. been for one of the BEST old women in.the world,
over in Georgetown, who took me in and acted
towards me just like mother
You were fortunate in that part Of your adven-
turs, certainly remarked WIlson. shading his
eyes with his hand and looking Ifaac intenily in
the face What was the kind old woman's
name n
Her name was Mrs. Armor,' replied Isaac.
Mrs. Armor,' repeated the jeurneyman, in an
abstracted tone. Then seeming to rouse himself
he said
And so she was kind to you 2
Indeed she was She took me into her house,
and kept me while was sick and had nothing to
do, and though she was very poor herself never
seemed to begrudge me any thing. And when
couldn't get no work in Georgetown. she gave me
money enough to take me to Fredericksburg.
whore there was seat Of work vacant
The jourueyman still sat shading his eyes with
his hand, but did not reply, and Isaac continued:
One reason why she was SO good to me, be-
lieve, was because she had son who had left his
master and gone off, she didn'r know where, for
she said she hadn't heard from him in good
many years. How she seemed to love that son !!
Not day passed that she didn't speak of him. and
wonder where he was, and what he was doing
She said she could never die in peace until she
had seen him; but sometimes she would talk about
his being dead, and then the tears used to roll
down her cheeks iu great drops.'
A sound as of a sob checked Isaac in his narra-
tion and he looked up iuquringly into the journey
mans face; but the shadow from his hand conceal
ed its expression, and defed the keen glance Of
the boy. But, somehow or other, he did not feel
inclined to say more, and no further questions be-
ing asked him, he remained silent.
On the next morning. Wilson applied to Mr..
Hardamerste be paid off, and left the shop with
about thirty dollars in his possession new suit Of
clothes on his back, and making in oil respects a
very decent appearance to what he did when he
applied three months before for work.
Late in the afternoon Of the same day, he de-
scended from stage that drove up to Gadsby's
Hotel, in Washington, and. stepping off at quick
pace mp the avenue, was soon passing over to.
wards Georgetown. The sun was just setting as
he reached the elevated ground by the Presidents
house, which gave him full view ofihe heights d
Georgetown, and heavng assish he hurried on
with quickened pace.
In fifteen minutes he stood before small and
poor looking dwelling at the upper end of the
town, and with flushed face, and agated frame
knocked at the door. 1t was opened by an old
woman. who looked him nquiringly in the face.
Does Mrs. Armor live here T. he said.
Yes. sir, that is my name,' she replied, will
you walk in T.
He entered at once, and Mrs. Armor closed the
door.
And so you don't know me, mother 2 he said,
while his voice trembled and his whole frame
shook with emotion.
John my son o is it you 2 exclaimed
Mrs. Armor, suddenly lifting her eyes and hands,
and then throwing her arms around his neck.
Yes, mother, it is your erring son at last re-
turned, he said, giving way to tears.
Heaven be praised = ejaculated the mother,
looking upwards, as she withdrew her arms from,
the neck of her. son, and casped her hands to-
gether. .sS5..s
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It was little over ten years from the time the
incidents mentioned in the last chapter occurred,
that four men were seated at table, in drinking
house in the vilest part of New Orleans, playing
cards. They appeared to be strangers. One ol
them was sailor, and almost every word he utter
4 ed was coupled with some disgusting expletiye, OF
shocking oath. The other three seemed to be
boatnen. and il was evident that thoy were men
Of wicked principles and bad hearts. All foun
s. Ware more than half drunk and yet exhibited t
keen desire to win from each other. The sailo
lost frequently, and at every failure of his luck h
awore more and more bitterly. At last he threw
down FIVE dollar note, his last money. In a few
minutes it passed over to the pile of cash alon,
side of the man who sat next TO him.
IF you can beat me, or cheat me, can whil
youn cried the siilor, as his last note vanished
springng from the table, and thrueting his cench
ed fist into the face of the man who had won from
him.
Quick as thought knife glanced in the din
light of the shop, and in the next moment the bloot
gushed from the side of the sailor. He fell with
groan to the floor. The individual who had stab
bed him cooy replaced his knife, and looked OF
with drunken and indifferent stare, while other
attempted to stop the flow of blood.
Who is he? Does any one know 2 was aske
by many voices.
Ask him bis namel' cried another, while h
is able to speak,
Who are you2 What is your name 7 wa
shouted in the ear of the wounded man.
Thomas Peters, he replied, 10 a feeble tone.
Tom Peters y ejacuated the individual VIII
had committed the rash and murderous deet
pressing forward, and bending over to catch
glimpse of the face of the man. A single glanc