The Camden weekly journal. [volume] (Camden, South-Carolina) 1853-1861, 1855-07-10
A Pretty Story.

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"Well, l think its likely; but don't tease me
any more. Your brother has married poor
girl, one whom forbade him to marry, and l
won't forgive, him if they starve. 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 fathers high, handsome
forehead, of which her own was miniature,
and pleading the cause of her delinquent broth:
er, who had married in opposition to her fathers
will, and consequently been disinherited: Mr..
Whea,ly was rich old gentleman, resident of
Boston. He was fat, good natured old fellow,
somewhat given to mirth and wine, and sat in
his armchair from morning until night smoking
his pipe and reading the newspapers. Some
times storyof his own exploits in our revolu-
tionary battles filled up passing hour. He had
two children, the disobedient son, and the beau
tifu! girl before spoken Of. Tie fond girl went
on pleading
"Dear father, do forgive him; you don't know
what beautiful girl he has married and"
al think its likely" said the old man, "but
don't tease me, and open the doora little, this
plaguy room smokes So"
aWell' continued. Ellen, "Won't you Just
see her now-she is so 60 cd, and the little boy,
be looks so innocent"
"What did you say - interrupted the father; /;
ga boy have 1 a grsndchild9 Why Ellen, ]
never knew that before! but I think it's vely
likely Well, now give me my chocolate, and
then 60 to your music lesson"
Ellen left him.. The old mans heart began to
relent.
WELL" he went on, "Charles was always a
good boy little wild or so at College, but l in
dulged him and he was always good to his old
father for all, but he disobeyed me BY marrying
this poor girl; yet as my old friend and fellow
soldier, Tom Bonner used to say, we must :or-
give. Poor Tom | would give all the old shoes
I have got to know whatever become Of him.
If could but find him or one of his children
Heaven grant they are not suffering! This
plaguey smoky room, how my eyes watera i'll
did but know who this girl was my Charles has
married; but have never heard her name. I'll
find out and
II 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.
sThat--that is Charles boy" said Ellen,
throwing one of her arms around her fathers
neck, while with the other she placed the child
on his knee. The child looked tenderly up in
his face and lisped OUT
"Grandpa what makes you cry so!"
The old man clasped the child to his bosom,
kissed him again and again. After this emotion
had little subsided, he bade the child tell his
name.
Thomas Bonner Wheatly," said the boy, "lm
named after grandpa"
"What do hear?" said the old man, "Thom.
as Bonner your grandfather
"Yes," "lisped the boy, "and he lives with me
at"
sect my cane," said the old man, "aud come
Ellen; be quick child"
They started off at quick pace, which soon
brought them to the poor, though neat lodgings
of his son. There he beheld his old friend,
Thomas Bonner, seated in one corner, weaving
baskets while his swathed limbs showed how
unable he was to perform his necessary task.
His lovely daughter, the wife of Charles was
out seeking employment to support bis needy
family.
ATS all my fault" sobbed the old man as he
embraced his friend, who was petri6ed with
amazement.
"Come," said Mr.. Wheatly, "come all Of you
with me, we will live together there is plenty of
room in my house for US ALL, -
aOh, how happy we shall bel" she exclaimed,
"Een and her father will love our little Thomas
so, and he'll be your pet won't he fatherap
"Ay," said the old man, II think its very
likely" -. -. = 49,,
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