The weekly Lancaster gazette. (Lancaster, Ohio) 1852-1855, 1854-11-30

AP<et:y story.
Well, think lis likely; but don't tease
me any more. Your brother has married 4
poor girl. one whom forbade him to mar.
ry' aad l won't forgive him. .ifthey starye
together
This speech was addressed to a lovely
girl scarcely eighteen, beautiful as the lily
that hides itself beneath the dark waters.
She was parting the silvery locks on her
tAther's high, handsome forehead, of which
her own was miniature, and pleading tie
cause other delinquent brother, who had
married in opposition to her fa.her's will
and consequently been disinherited. Mr..
Wheatly was a rich old gentleman, resi-
dent of Boston. He was fat good natured
old fellow, somewhat given to mirth and
wine, and sat in his arm chair from morn
ing until night, smoking his pipe and read
ing the newspapers. Sometime story OF
his own exploits in our revolutionary bat
ties filed up passing hour. He had two
children, the disobedient son, and the beau
tiful girl before spoken Of The fond girl
went on pleading:
Dear father, do forgive him; you don't
know what a beautiful girl he has married,
and
1 think it's likely, said the old man, but
don't tease me, and open the door little,
this nlaugy room smokes So
well, continued Ellen, won't you jus:
ses her now-she is so good, and the little
boy, he looks SO innocent
What did you say?' Interrupted the
father; n boyl have a grandchild? Why
Ellen, l never knew that before! but think
its likely. Well, now give me my choc-
colate, and then go to your music lesson.
Ellen left him. The old mans heart be-
gan to relent.
We'll, he went on, Charles was always
good boy, little wild or so at College,
but l INDUCED him; and he was always
good to his old father, for all, but he disc
beyed me by marrying this poor girl; yer
as my old friend and fellow soldier, Tom
Bonner used to say, we must forgive. Poor
Tom l would give all my old shoes have
got, to know what ever become of him.
If could but find him or one of his chill
dren! Heaven grant they are not suffering?
This plaguy smoky room, how my eyes
water! If l did but know who this girl
was thatmy Charles has married; butl
have never inquired her name I'll find
out and
1 think it's likely, said the old man.
Ellen led into the room beautiful boy,
about two years old. His curly hair and
rosy cheeks could not but make one love
him.
who is that?' said tho old man, wiping
his eyes.
'That-that is Charles boy said
Ellen, throwing one Of her arms around hel
fathers neck, while with tie other she
placed the child on his knee. The child
looked tenderly up in his lace and isped
out:
Grandpa, what makes you cry so?
The old man clasped the child to his DO
som, kissed him again and again, After
this emotion had little subsided, he bade
the child tell his name.
Thomas Bonner Wheatly, said the boy
Il am named after grandpa
what do l hear?' said the old man
Thomas Bonner your grandfather
Yes lisped the boy, and be lives will
ma at
Get me my cane, said the old man, 'anC
come Ellen; be quick, child
They started off at quick pace, whicl
soon brought them to the poor. thougl
neat lodgings of his son. There he behel
his friend, Thomas Bonner, seated in on
corner, weaving baskets, while his swarth
ed limbs showed how unable ho was to pei
form hisnecessary task. His lovely daugh
ter, the wife of Charles was preparin
their frugal meal, and Charles was ou
seeking employment to support his need
i family.
1t is all my fault, sobbed the old ma
as he embraced his friend, who was pet
rified with amazement.
Come said Mr.. Wheatly, come all G
you home with me, we will all live togoth
er, there is plenty of room in my hous
for us ALL
E. oh, how happy we shall all beP sh
exclaimed ,Fand father will love our ittl
Thomas SO. and he'll be your pet, won
he father?'
'Ay,' said the old man 1 think it's yer
likely
EcoYoM1cL.- lad said travele