Kenosha tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1855, 1855-05-24
He opened his arms, and with low, glad

Yes, Nelly. darling. you shall come back
here-right here to my heart, as in the old
time. he said, while his tears and his kiss
es dropped blessed baptismal of affection
on her forehead You have been gone a
long time, daughter--so long that your
cheek has lost its bloom and your eyes the
old laughter; but wewll bring it back again
my pet, my treasure. Do you know how
this old heart has ached for you? Look up,
Nelly. and say you forgive mel
Bat, alas! alas! she did not look up. for
she had gone, as she said, to her mother
in heaven.
White winters and rosy summers--ascore
Of .hem--had cast anchor upon the shores
of the past, when, one afternoon, young
and noble looking man stepped into fash
ionable clothing saloon on Broadway, and
inquired why seme work had not been sent
home the evening previous, as had been
promised.
Il am very sorry, sir. said the obsequi-
Gus foreman, but the young woman who
promised to finish the wristbands has been
quite i'll. Tom, turning to one of the clerks
when did Mary Strong say she would send
that work n?'
Mary Strong' repeated the young man,
with sudden start, his fine dark eyes
kindhng with eagerness. Who is she?--
Where does she reside?
The addressed was furnished, and with
out another word he left the store.
How | wish was sleeping there. close
by n amna, among the csol clover blossoms,
and the wind stirring the long grass all a
bout me! 0, should sleep there SO sweet
ly, and am so very weary and the work
dropped from The young girl's fingers, and
the tears fell fast over her pale, fair cheeks,
as she sat there in that old chamber, where
the May sunshine only came in faint and
broken. ltwoulJ have made your heartache
to see her, SO young. so fair, SO wretched
How hot my head is! and it aches so,
cannot see the stitches. 0, if those sharp
pains would not run ever all my limbs
There was knock at the door, and the young
seamstress started up, and exerting her re
naming strength, walked toward it.
Good afternoon. ma'am.' The young
stranger lifted his hat 10 the seamstress in
that miserable chamber with couuly grace,
and his eyes were fastened with eagerness
on the face whose exceeding loveliness shone
out in strange contrast with the poverty a
bout it. May | inquire if address Miss
Mary Strong?'
That is my name, sir
The girls blue eyes filed with wonder
and alarm.
And didyour parents eyerresidein L-?'
Yes, sir and my mother is buried there;
she said it with quivering lips.
All it must be the same, then. Surely,
God own hand must have directed my steps
this afternoon. Will you allow me to walk
in? have something to tel! you which in
tlmately concerns us both
And sitting there in that miserable cham
Der, he told her story of the past; how her
mother had saved his own mother and him
self from starvation; and how, in that last
journey, when she went home to die, she
had made him promise that at some future
day he would repay tenfold The great debt
that he owed her family.
L remember all, he said; child as was;
| remember too, the blue eyes Of the baby
girl that opened upon me, like an angels, as
| kept watch by her cradle that morning
And ! remember mammals often speak
ing of the beautiful lady and her boy. and
wondering what became of them, answered
the young girl
But the surprise proved too great one
her head dropped. and with low moan she
would have fallen to the floor, had not Will
liam Gregory caught her in his arms. %
Goodness alive! mister William, what on
earth have you got there?'
No wonder Che old woman's eyes seemed
starting from their soc kets as she met the
young master of the mansion in his hall,
with that fair, unconscious girl, which he
and domestic were bearing towards the
parlor.
No matter now, nurse. In little while
you shall know all; only send Tom for a
doctor, quick.'
Two years more had joined the past. In
one of the parlors of his elegant home, sat
William Gregory and Mary Strong. 1t was
evening. and the light from the two large
asfrals fell in soft radiance on her golden
hair and blue eyes.
The shadows of the past had all gone of
from her sweet face, and the purity of her
fresh, happy heart was written on every fea
ture, and yet there was little shade ofearn-
est purpose there, as she turned othe young
man, saying in reply to some remark ofhis,
Yes, Mr.. Gregory, our term closed yester-
day. and now have been SO long pension
er upon your bounty, it is surely quite time
was doing something for myself. III coud
only procure situation as assistantin some
SETH
Mary. have you grown weary Of your
home, that you thus wish TO try another
%, no, no!' Her lips grew tremulous and
her eyes filed with tears. 'Youknow have
been happy-so happy since came here
1t all seems like long bright dream, but
then
But, then, you want to teach. Well, Ma
ry. you shall have a pupil and he walked
across The room and laid his hand gently on
her shining hair.
viii you take him?' he said, in tones
whose milling tenderness the orphan could
not n isinerpret. VIII you share with him
the wealth that his GRANDPA left him