Kenosha tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1855, 1855-05-10
NUMBER AZ.

deep pain Mrs. Clayton saw tears slowly
stealing through the closed lids, saw the
little mouth culver. and then suddenly
| tlinsing herself at her mothers feet and
burying her face in her lap, Eva gave full
vent TO her grief.
i know now it was papa who struck me
/ o papa, papaP
1t was long time ere Mrs. Clayton sue
ceeded in calming down the tempest Of scr.
row raised in the bosom of her gentle-child.
but all tears sooner or later have an end.
and Eva's TOO at last were dried. 1t was
at a comparatively early hour OF the eye-
ming that Harry Clayton turned lis steps
towards his miserable home, and IAN unu-
sual thing for him of late years. in state
OF perfect sobriety, having LAID wager
with a boon companion that lie could keep
sober for at least one day, and fearing tho
taunts OF this friend, had kept the promise,
which might otherwise have been broken
Old memories were busy at his heart rs he
stole softly up the dark stairs and the faces
of his injured wife and child rose upreprov-
ingly before him. All, what would he not
have given in that moment of awakened re-
morse TO blot from his existence his past
errors, THROW off the yoke tina. held him
enthralled and then retrieve by future deeds
his deep fallen disgrace. Half ashamed of
appearing in the presence of those whose
reproachful eyes he dreaded peeting, he
paused before the door on hearing voices
proceeding from the apartment. 1t was the
low tones Of Eva that met his car, who
kneeling at her mothers feet, was praying,
and for him.
And o, my heavenly father breathed
the sweet voice Of the child, although my
head aches so very badly, forgive M poor
papa for striking me this mornirg-lor in
deed he didn't know what he did-and
teach him hoy Saviour, to love US as we
still love him.
With a painful distinctness did those few
simply spoken words fall upon the ears Of
her lowering nearer. The agony OF a life
time seemed crowded into n small space.
What, Eva, his wronged child, pleading for
| him, the cruel, drunken father, and beg
! ging for the love he had so long and so mer-
cilesSly withheld from them. The thought
WAS madiening The next moment he had
thrown open the door, rushed into the apart
ment, and finging hmsefdown beside them
with an arm encircling each, crying bro
kenly
"My wife ! nay child r.
With glad cry, almost q shout, Eva's
arms were thrown around his neck, willis
her clear tones filled the half-darkened rooia
with a gushing like melody, as she cried
You have come back to US, dear papa.
You will never leave US again, and you VII
not drink any more, my own darling papa"
"Neyer! never! my blessed child, whose
prayer will have proved my salvation, was
the scarce audible reply of the repentant
man. "And now, before that great God
whom | so outraged in the presence Of those
dear ones, whom | have injured almost be-
yond PREPARATION, | swear that no temptation
in whatsoever form presented. shall forco
me to swerve from my tonight's resolve,
by pressing again TO my lips the poisonous
wlne-cup. Ellen, by poor suffering wife,
will you trust me in this?'
But Mrs. Clayton had tainted from Joy
and surprise; and it was some tine ere tho
efectionAte CAFE Of her husband and child
could recover her and bring her the know-
edge of the happiness which awaited her.
A gush of tears was the only reply she
could make to the remorse-stncken man.
who, kneelng before her, falterIngy asked
her forgivness, and displaying in every look
and tone such sincerity as sent to her heart
thrill OF hope and security which had not
visited it for years.
Never was there q happier little group
than that assembled beside the window
where, the previous evening. Mrs. Clayton
had sat with such bitterness Of feeling, al
most desparing Of Gods mercy and justice.
Eva, Nesting in the arms Of the restored
husband and father, her sunny head resting
against his bosom and her clear ewes fixed
upon his face, full of chiidlike trust and
love, while beside him sat tie now smiling
wife, with one hand tightly claspiug his, as
if she feared it was all dream, from which
she might still awake to bitter cold real
lty.
Suddenly. the moon, which had Hitherto
been obscured by drifting masses Of clouds.
broke through It's dark prison, showerns
flood of light over the three and dancing
in many slvery wave upon the floor
Mrs. Clayton pointed to it with g smile, as
she said earnestly:
1T is prophecy OF what 10 to be. Why
may we not look upon it as cheering
omen of the future, my husband
Il
Several years have woven their sunshine
and shadow into the past since the erents
above related, and again we will look in
upon the Claytcns. The apartment TO
which we would conduc: tie reader IS very
unlike the one where poverty and desolalioa
tootruly marked i; forthe drunkard ahomc.
A soft, warm carpet covers the floor; we'll
filed book case aud all inviting soft! occupy
thetwoniches each side of the mantle piece;
while the cushioned chairs. the pictures
hanging against the wall. the rick vases,
the table with it, solar lamp throwing over
all subiued light; tire tightly drawn cur.
tains, and warm. glowing fire in the gratis
forms II scene which could not be sur
passed for comfort and elegance Beside
the table. with his eyes bent upon the book
before him, sits man in the full vigor OF
manhood. Who would trace in that noble,
intellectual face, upon which rests ever
H. IL.