The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1855-02-23
s.s GREENVIIIE s G: FRIDAY MORNING FEBRUARY g. 1856

ever felt happier. l know there is not d
| crust of bread in the house, and this is the
last Of our po0r little wood pile {; and yet +
feel as certain that Good will provide--some
way | am only sorry that you have had
| so much care with me, but l know love
sweetened it all" T.. . N' ..' We
"Oh yes, John; yes, all my care has been
| pleasure land if it is Gods will that YOU
should go, / shall not stay long. pd have
nothing to live for, John" -. .....:
you were right, do believe, Ilary; the
sound came again apparently beneath our
window" cried John, holding his head in the
attitude of a listener q, : f., .... mi. .
YES, and there are voices outside; III
just 90 to the door minute may be we
can do some good;" aud, throwing on what
had once been comfortable woolen shawl.
she hurried into the dark entry. -.
81 feel just SO" muttered John, letting his
head drop on his hand; 81 feel as if I'd like
to know what it is; another time in our un-
protected situation, and this out Of the way
| place, should be fearful but"-he shook
his head and resumed his mournfrl look in
the fire, as he adIed-"I'm afraid that Mary
isn't prepared for what will happen before
morning. This fire is hot; feel the glow
on my cheek, but my feet, my feet, they are
icy cold, nor can move them. God help
thee, Mary"
"Oh yes; bring him in; we'll keep
him here while YOU get carriage Poor
youth, i hope he isn't dangerously wounded
ltwas Mary's voice, and john looked Ian
guidly round, rs two men came, in, bearing
IA body between them.
He was a young man, tall and elegantly
attired. His face was handsome, but his
thick silken curls were stained with blood
lie did not open his eyes, though he seemed
sensible of the change from driving storm
to comparative warmth he only moaued
family, as the compassionate woman placed
pillows under his head. A cloak richly trim
med hung on the arm of one of the men he
had been shaking the wet and frost from it
in the old entry. He now laid it over the
little octagonal table, saying at the same
time, Il guess by these trappings he's rich
one same time wouldn't like to pay the
expense ola carriage on risk, this time of
night; wonder if he's got any money about
him."
Mary was on her knees, busily cutting
away the rich hair that fell in glossy bunch
es over the carpetless floor. She paused a
moment and inserted her fingers in the
pocket of his satin vest. Fortunately there
was loose, change enough there TO pay for
carriage and taking it, the men hurried out.
Suddenly Mary uttered low cry. She
looked up helplesSly in the face of her husb-
and ; her lips white and parted her cheeks
ashy; but as he cried, stretching forth his
weak arms and weaker body, "what is it.,
Mary-!or Heavens sake, tell me, Mary =
Ishe conquered the impulse to fy and weep
upon his bosom, and only said, as she bent
once more TO her task, or rather sobbed than
said "thc wound; it's made me feel sick
and faint for moment, yet do not think
it Is dangerous; :" and she circled the neck of
the stranger with her loving arms, aud look
ed down in his face, while a strange express
sion frightened her own. f'.' -
At that moment his full dark eyes open.
ed !; bis lips parted he said but one word
yet John heard it, and fell back weakly in
his chair-that word was "mother."
"John, ,John-be calm-oh! it will kill YOU
do be calm, dearest husband-yes, it is him,
our own Henry--our boy. My heart will
burst with JOY but you-oh ? be calmer,
John-don't look so steadily at me for isn't
itgood news holy tidings our child is
found lie knows u.s."
"God be praised" was all the poor man
could murmur. T.
I And now, am going to lay him on our
bed, John, and you shall sleep beside him
beside our own lost boy. Think of it John :;
twill give you new life and strength, and
who knows but you may get entirely well.
| Oh I! John, can't realize I'll can't"
j BLESSED be God" murmured the dying
man, folding his thin palms together, and a
Irapt smile spread like lightoyer his face.
Here they come, but he can't 60; they
must help me place him on the bed, and fly
for doctor. See, he is looking at us; Hen.
ry, can't you speak, my own love I"
"Money--pienty--round my waist"-he
articuated with difficulty.
.Not to the hospital, hey :"
'tNoL to the hospital" returned Mary
che is our clrild, man you would not have
us send our son to the hospital, would you ~
Precious need of it, muttered one, CLAN.
cling about the ROOM 81.
Look here what does this ERE mean p"
clustered the other. "Here'sa young man
we find, half dead, out in the cold brins
him in thehouse; woman don't know him;
come back from doing dead Of charity, and