Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1855-01-31
DAY MORNING, JANUARY 81, 1866. .

weeping on her pillow. She had endeay
ored to get up, but her head, which wa
aching terribly, grew dizzy, and she fel
back under desparing Consciousness tina
her strength was gone.
j The day passed, but Ellen did not grow
better, The fever still kept her body
PROSTATE. Once or twice, when her grand
father was out of the room, she took tn,
work she had brought home, and tried tt
do some of it while sitting up in bed
But erea minute had passed, the became
faint, while all grew dark around her.
She was no better when night came. I
her mind could have rested-if she hae
been, free, from anxious and distressing
thoughts, nature would have had some
power to react, but as it was, the pressure
| upon her was too great. She could mo-
forget that they had scarcely SO mucl
money as dollar left, and that her ole
grandfather was too feeble to work. Upor
her rested all the burden of their support
and she was now helpless.
On the next morning Ellen was better
She could sit up without feeling dizzy
though her head still ached, and the fever
had only slightly abated. But the old
man would not permit her to leave the
bed, though she begged him earnestly to
let her do Sio.
The bundle of work that Ellen had
brought home, was wrapped in newspal
per, and this her grandfather took up to
read some time during the day.
This is Mr.. T-'s newspaper" said
he, as he, opened it, and saw the title
/" | knew T. when he was a poor little
boy. But, of course, he don't remember
me. He's prospered wonderfully"
And then his eyes went along the col
umns of the paper, and he read aloud to
Ellen such things as he thought would in
terest her. Among others was remin-
fscence by the edftor@the same that we
have just given. The old mans voice fall
tered as he read.f The little incident, 80
feelingly described, had long since been
hidden in his memory under the gathering
dust of time. Butnow the dust was swept
away, and he saw his own beautiful gar
den. He was in it and among the flowers;
and wishfully looking through the fence
stood the orphan boy. He remembered
having felt pity for Him, and he remem-
bered now as distinctly as if it were but
yesterday, though thirty years had inter
vened, the light that went over the child's
face as he handed him few flowers that
were to fade and wither, in d day.
Yes, the old mans voice faltered while
he read; and when he came to the last SEN
tence, the paper dropped upon the floor,
ard clasping his hands together, he lifted
his dim eyes upward, while his lips moved
in whispered words Of thankfulness.
: What ais you, grandpa ?" asked Ell
len, in surprise. ~
But the old man did not seem to hear
her voice.
Dear grandpa" repeated the girl,
why do look SO strangely ?" She had
risen in bed, and was bending towards
him.
Ellen, child,n said the old man, light
breaking over his countenance, as though
a sunbeam had suddenly come into the
room, it was your old grandfather who
gave the flowers to that poor little boy.
Did You hear what he said ?-he would
divide his last morsel.',,
The old man moved about the room
with his unsteady steps, talking in wan
dering way, so oyerjoyed at the prospect
of relief for his child, that he was nearly
beside himself. But there yet fingered
same embers of pride in his heart: and
from these the ashes were blown AWAY,
and they became bright and glowing
The thought of asking a favor as return
for that little act, which was I'd him, at
the time, pleasure, came with feeling
Of reluctance. But when he looked at
the pale young girl who lay with her eyes
closed and her face half buried I'M pill
low, he murmered to himself, lis for
you--for you r And taking up his staff,
he went lettering forth into the open air.
The editor was Sitting in his Office, wri-
ting, when he heard the door open, and
turning, he saw before him an old man
with bent form and snowy head. Some
thing in his visitors countenanee struck
him as familiar; but he did.not recognize
him as one he had seen before.
Is Mr.. tt inn" inquired the old
man.
Ny nameis tt replied the editor
Your There was a Slight expression
Of surprise ia the old mans voice.,
Yes, I am T., my friend" was
kindly sad. Can / do any thing fol
you? Take this chair"
The offered seat was accepted; and as
| the, old man sunk into Ii, Ills countenance
and manner betrayed his emotion.
have come" said he, and his voice
was unsteady to do what | could not dc