Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1854-02-01
CHAPTER III.

Emma was overwhelmed with anguish by this
last terrible blow, which had wrested from her the
last means of succor she possessed. She had look
ed forward upon the sad necessity of sacrificing
the gift of Stewart Wortlie, with painful anxiety;
but until now she had the bitter consolation of
feeling that it might redeem them in the extremi-
ty of despair, might give them bread when every
other resource had failed them. The watch was
gone; the last prop had been mercilessly torn
from beneath thom, and what now save them from
starvation, from the scarcely less bitter alterna
tive of eating the bread Of Charity! ..
Hope never deserts the living soul. AS the
clouds darkened around her, her strength increas-
ed. was not desperation; it was filial trust in
the God above her, who she nothing doubted,
would yet deck the dark clouds that lowered over
her with the golden hue of brighter day.
She could not return to the bedside of her moth
er, without having done something for her.
One hope had faded away, but another like the
bright sun from behind the dark and threatening
cloud-mass burst upon her.
She had heard that there was young physi-
clan at the st. Charles, who had been eminently
successful in his treatment of the fever, having
rarely lost case. He was from the North and
Emma determined to see him, and make known
her situation. ...a., ...........
The darkness of the evening had begun to
shroud the city, as she walked. up the street to-
wards the hotel. She was about to solicit char
ity-she had come to that But her heart was
full of heroism which vaunteth not itself on the
bloody field of strife nor on the tended plain, but
which the angels above shall recognize, and crown
with laurel wreath such as may never grace the
brow ofa conqueror. . -
With firm step she ascended to the rotunda
of the hotel The city was well nigh deserted of
strangers; but several gentlemen sat in the open
space, smoking their evening cigar.
Approaching the nearest one, she inquired if
Dr. resided there. .G
The stranger started at the sound ofthe voice.
Emma repeated her question in louder tone,
whereupon the gentleman sprung to his feet, and
endeavored through the partial gloom to distin-
guish her features.
"Good Heavens!" exclaimed he, 'can it be-is
this Emma Wilson?"
"Oh, Stewart, Stewart" burst in uncomfortable
vehemence from the lips of Emma.
"Am dreaming! Is this indeed Emma!"
"It is, dear Stewart" and the reunited lovers,
needless ofthe publicity ofthe place, were folded
in one long, earnest embrace. rt.
"Oh, Father in Heaven, thank thee that thou
hast sent friend in the hour when all earth SEEM
ed cold and desolate!" exclaimed Emma, raising
her eyes, from which the great tears streaned in
torrents, up to heaven in the touching attitade of
devotion. y. ',s .la 7a#a '1. ..r'
81 was thinking of you, Emma, at the time you
addressed me. You wrote me that you intended
to remove to your uncle's in this state; designed
to start for his plantation tomorrow.
Briefly Emma related the particulars of repeat
ed disasters which had happened to them; not con-
cealing the present bitter strait to which they
were reduced. @'a d ID -""
Stewart Wortiie was affected to tears.
"J am acquainted with DR.. -----l; ah here he
is," said he addressing a gentleman who was
thoughtfully pacing the rotnnda. s Il. =. +.fs,.
Dr,---gladly consented to attend Mrs.
Wilson, for his heart was warm, and true to it.
self and humanity. Es.1e -.-y 4, ,;..-t.n
Stewart called carriage, and the three were
driven to the poor dwelling Of the Wanderers
The young lover, upon whom Fortune had smiled
in the land Of gold, was shocked at the extremi-
ty in which he found his friends reduced. With
ready zeal he produced all that was required to