Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1854-11-10
A Pretty story.


me any more. Your brother has married
a poor girl, one whom | forbade him TO
marry, and won't forgive him il they
starve together"
This speech was addressed TO lovely
girl scarcely eighteen, beautiful rs the lilly
that hides itself beneath the dark waters.
She was parting The silvcry locks on her
fathers high handsome forehead, Of which
her own was miniature, and pleading the
cause Of her delinquent brother, who had
married in opposition 10 her fathers will,
and consequently been disinberited. Mr..
Wheatly was rich old gentleman, resi-
dent of Boston. He was fat, good ma
tured old fellow, somewhat given to mirth
and wine, and sat in his arm chair from
morning until night, smoking bis pipe and
reading the newspapers. Sometimes sto-
ry of his own exploits in our revolutionary
battles filed up passing hour. lie had
two children, the dsobedient son, and the
beautiful girl before spoken Of The fond
girl went on pleading:
"Deir father, do forgive him; you don't
know what beautiful girl he has married,
and
al think it's likely" said the old man,
but don't tease me. and open the door a lit
tie, this plaguy room smokes So"
Well continued Ellen, "wont you just see
her now-she is so good, and the little boy
be looks so innocent"
"What did you say ?" interrupted the faith
er; "a boy have l grand child ? Why Ell
len, | never knew that before! bu! think
it's likely. Well, now give me my choco-
late, and then 50 to your music lesson"
Ellen left him. The old mans heart be.
gan to relent
"Well," he went on, "Charles was always
good boy, little wild or so at college,
but INDUCED him; and lie was always
good to his old father, for all, yet as my old
friend and felow-so older, Tom Bonner, used
to say, we must forgive. Poor Tom!
would give all the old shoes l have got, to
know whatever become of him. If l could
Gnd him or one of his children! Heaven
grant they are not suffering! This plaguy
smoky room, how my eyes water! If
did but know who this girl was that my
Charles has married; but nave never iu-
quired her name. I'll find out and
al 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 the old man wiping
his eyes.
"'rha!-that is Charles boy" said Ellen
throwing one Of her arms around her faith
er's neck, while with the other she placed
the child on his knee. The child looked
tendery up in his face and lisped out.
"Grandpa, what makes you cry so?"
The old man clasped the child to his bo-
som, kissed him again and again. After
this emotion had little subsided, he bade
the child tell his name
Thomas Bonner Wheatv," 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 with
ma, at"
"Get me my cane." said the old man
"and come Ellen; be quick, child"
They started off at a quick pace, which
soon brought them to the poor, though nea
lodgings Of his son. There he beheld BIZ
old friend, Thomas Bonner, seated in ont
corner, weaving baskets. while his swathet
limbs showed how unable he was to per
form the necessary task. His lovely daugh
ter, the wife Of Charles. was preparing
their frugal meal, and Charles was out seek
ing employment to support his needy family
"lt's all my fault" sobbed the old mai
as he embraced his friend, who was petri
fed with amazemenL
"Come," said Mr.. Whestly. "Come all @
!, you home with me. we will all live togeth
er, there is plenty Of room IN my house fo
US ALL"
"Oh. how happy we shall bel" Ellen 3,
claimed, "and father will love our ltt
! Thomas SO, and he'll be your pet woa't h
father ?"
q "Aye," said the old man, II think it's ver
: likely"