The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1854-10-18


bloHThat is thy dwellings I sbelsyey' said tn,
ouskerilookihg'sroundist' st's house sd djoinin.
the one before which they stood. evan
barY asrYes that's my houss, !" j resumed cruw
iera .ls.3L3 IGl b 7almuI aisdi ,viJnI .lls
sWN thee take this little boy In, will
thee andlkeep him afewomoments, while
go tosee friend some SOU ares offs'a
"oh, certainly Come with me, dear.
And Mr.. Crawford held ou, his hahdto the
child who took it without hesitation.aa h-
g"I will'seed thee in little while,' said
! the Quaker, as he turned away. 'ts
The boy who was plainly, but very neat
! llydressed, was about four years old. He
had more than usually attractive face, and
an earnest look out of his mild eyes, that
made every one who saw him his friends.
whats your name, my dear T. asked Mr..
Crawford, as he sat down in his parlor, and
took the little fellow upon his knee. n,
y ''Heny," replied the child. He spoke
with disfinctnessi and, ashe spoke, there was
a sweet expression of the lips and eyes, that
was particularly winning 9dj eas'eg
'It is Henry, is it! 2" 1a.c& h'2a raW go '
@ .svas sncyy .l.dl'9gqe9T lrs ssnai agg
Ha ~ n HiIIGuH, 1l.4r aI.I .a!..ilEu.Hlau .,,es
HTWhat else besides Henry 70 r7Yu
The boy did not reply, for he had fixed bis
eyes upon a picture that hung over the man
tie and was looking atit intently, The eyes
Of Mr.. Crawford followed those of the child,
that rested. he found, on the portrait of his
daughter. bae .a'a"@ 'y usr'E ea, 10 s' q.
"What else besides Henry ?" he repeat.
ed. @-'''''' '''''' '''.-.' 49, ....''
. "Henry Logan" replied the child, look
ing for moment into the face of Mr.. Craw-
ford, and then turning to gaze at the picture
on the wall. Every nerve quivered in the
frame Of that man of iron will. The dart.
ing of bolt from a sunny. sky, could not
have surprised him more. He saw In the
face Of the child, the moment he looked at
him, something strangely familiar and at
tractive. What it was, he did not at this in
slant comprehend But it was no longer
mystery. -'".E' --.- s+.
"Do you know who | am !" he asked in
a subdued voice, after he had recovered, at
some extent, his feelings. s-t .a5.s .
The child looked again into his face, but
longer and more earnestly. Then, without
answering, he turned ahd looked at the por-
trait on the wall. r. IS .,... .. ..5 .'.
"Do you know who am, dear :" repeat
ed Mr.. Crawford. '@''
"No, sir" replied the child; and then
again turned to gaze upon the picture.
"Who is that :" and Mr.. Crawford pointed
to the object that SO fixed the little boys at
tention. . Il
"My mother "and as be said these words
he laid his head down upon the bosom Of his
unknown relative, and shrunk close to him
as if half afraid because of the mystery that
in his infantile mind, hung around the picture
on the walh d,1eD u,laagn aa..4dt -.ot
Moved by an impulse that he could not re-
strain, Mr.. Crawford drew his arms around
the child, and hngged him to his BOSOM
Pride gave way; the iron will was bent; the
sternly uttered vow was forgotten. There
spower for good in the presence of the lit
tie child. It's sphere Of innocence subdues
and renders impotent the evil spirits that
rule in the hearts of selfish men. 1t was
SO in this case. Mr.. Crawford mighthave
withstood the moving appeal of even his
daughters presence, changed by grief. labor,
and suffering, as she was. But his anger,
upon which he had suffered the sun to 90
down, fled before her artless. confding, inno-
cent child. He thought not of Fanny-as
the wilful, woman acting from the dictates
of her own passion or fee ling; but as a little
child, lying on his bosom-,as little child
singing and dancing around him-as little
child, withto him the face of cherub; and
the sainted image OF that innocent one BY
her side. 's' 'h7''2'' 49,. 3. 1'''
When the Friend came for the little boy
Mr.. Crawford said to him in a low voice.
made lowto hide his emotion garf9
"1 will keep the childn 19dmna a.a
"From its 'mother!' 4-,1' '''''9, std
emo! Bring the mother, and the other
child. Il have room for them ALL" .ag.l
3 A sunny smile passed over the benevolent
countenance of the Friend, as he hastily
left the room. =. 1-' ~ ''"t'-"' '' 1Dtl
Mrs. Logan, worn down by e*hausting la
bor, had at Hast been forced to give up.---
When she did give up, every long strained
nerve of mind and body, instantly relaxed;
and she became almost as sweak and helpless
as an infant. While in this state, she was
accidentally discovered by the kind-hearted
old Friend, who without her being aware OF
what he was going to do, made his success
full attack upon her fathers feelings. He
trusted to nature and good cause, and did
not trust in vain, | y. '1a Ir .'.'''.'s i4y
:HCome Mrs Logan" said the kind woman
with whomq Fanny iwas still boarding, on
hour or 50 after little Henry had been dress,
ed up to take d 'walk-whete, the, mother
did not know Or. think 80 the good Friend,
who was here this morning, says you must
ride out. Hehus broughta carriage for you. you
It win do you good, ! kaOw..,.s Hs il, very
kind Come get yourself ready" ,o,sa 'l
Mrs. Logan was lpipgalnon her he'd. s1