Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1856-12-18
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III was two weeks more before he could sit
up, even for = short time. He had already
acquainted them with his name and residence,
but they had NJ Curiosity to learn any thing
further, and forbid his giving bis story until be:
i became stronger His name was Charles VIII
son. and his paternaI home, Boston. A few;
fdays afterwards, when Mfr. Davis was absent
from home, and Lucy engaged about her house
hold affairs, Wilson saw at the head Of his bed,
his pack. and recoIlecfing something that he
wanted opened il The first thing 10 saw was
the identical pocket book whose loss had excited
SO many ittc- regrets. Hearecellected having
| placed it there the morning before he reached
| Grent's Prairie, but in the confusion of the
moment that circumstance was forgotten. He
examined and fonad everything as he left it.
This discovery nearly restored him to health,
but he resolved at present to confne the secret
to his own bosom. 1t was gratifying to him to
witness the entire confidence they reposed in
the honor ard integrity of stranger, and the
/ pleasure with which they bestowed favors upon
one whom they supposed could make no return
but thanks. r. 81
| Night came and Mr. Davis did not return
Lucy passed slcepless night. In the morning
she watched hour after hour for his coming,
and when sunset approached and he was still
absent, terrified at his long and unusual stay she
! was setting out to procure neighbor to go i'll
search OF him, when her parent hove in sight.
She ran to meet him, and was sbestowing upon
him thousand endearing expressions of affec-
tion, when his haggard woe-begone couptenance
startled her. -
lie uttered not word, and went into his
house and seated himself in silence Tt was
in vain that Lucy attempted to cheer him.
After long pause during which powerful
struggle vas going Oh in his feelings he arose,
took his daughter by the hand and led her into
the room where William was seated, "you
shall know all, said he. +" l am ruined !; ]
am bcggar. In few days | must leave this
farm which / have SO highly improved and
thought my own" lie proceeded to state
| that few days before. Crosby, in a moment of
nngoyernable malice, tainted him with being
beggar, and told him he was now in his pow
1 er. and he would crush him under his feet
When Davis smiled at what he regarded only
as an lmpotent threat, Crosby, to convince him,
told him, that the patent of his farm was a
forged one, and that he, Crosby, knew the real
owner of the land-had written to purchase it
land expected deed in few days. Davis
Immediately went home for his patent, and du-
ring bis long absence had visited the Land OF
| flee. Crosby was right. The patent beyond
all doubt was a forged one, and the claim Of
| Davis to the farm, not worth farthng
| II may be proper to observe that counter
feiting soldiers patents was regular business
/ in some Of the eastern cities, and hundreds
hare been duped
/ 1t is not for myself, said the old man, that I
grieve at this misfortune. l am advanced in
life and it matters not ho,c or ,rhsre pass the
few remaining days of my existence. / have
home beyond the stars where your mother
has gone before me, and where would have
long since joined her, had l not lived to protect
her child, my own, my affectioaate Lucy. The
weeping girl flung her arms around the neck of
her father, and poured her tears upon his boz
som. We can be happy still, said she, for
am young and can easily support US both.
A new scene followed in which another in
diyidnai was principal actor q. / shall leave the
| reader to form bis own opinion of it, and bare
" remark that at the close the old man took
| ing them said nv children | cheerfully consent
| to your union. Though poor, with a good con-
science You can be happy. l know, Charles,
! that you will be kind to my daughter, for
I few nights ago, when you thought that no ear
! eousA AV<sa suut A6heatA you iSiNeHtt - uhlioie
! the blessing of heaven upon my grey hairs, and
that God would regard my child for all her
kindness to yon. Taking down his family BIZ
bic, the venerable old man added, I" it is season
of affection, but we are not forsaken, let us
look for support to him who has promised to
sustain us" He opened the book and read
Ess Although the fig tree shall not blossom,
neither shall fruit be in the vine the iabors of
the olive shall fail aud the fields shall yield no
meat the focks shall be cut off from the fold
and there shall be no herd in the stall, yet will
! | rejoice in the Lord; viii joy inthe God of
i my salvation"
4 Charles and Lucy knelt beside the venerable
old man, and while he prayed, they wept tears
of grateful emotion.
It was q sleepless but not an unhappy night
1 to the three Inhabitants Of the neat and Cheer
full dwelling they were about to leave, and go
! they knew not where 1t was then that young
1 Wilson learnt the real value of money. BY
| means Of it, he could give shelter to those
who had had kindly received him when every
other door was closed upon him. =
i All night long he thought Of the FORGED
4 PArESr.s There we're few words dropped by
4 Mr.. Davis, which be could not dismiss from his
I mind-that Crosby had written to the real
owner of the land and obtained the promise Of
4 a deed.
Il It is now time for the reader to become more
/ fully acquainted with the history Of the young
His father, Charles Wilson, Senior, was d
merchant Of Bostcn who had acquired an inn