Volcano weekly ledger. (Volcano, Amador County, Cal.) 1855-1857, 1856-07-26

uncle whom he had long supposed dead. An
equal amount was also in reserve for the lost
sister Helen; and Harry thenceforth renewed
his efforts to discover her with increased as
siduty.
Let us look in upon the group in the farm
house. 1t is some four years since last we
made call there Farmer Wilton still bears
on his frank features the impress of an hon
est, genial heart Mrs Wilton looks hardly
day older; for the young in heart are no
favortes with wrinkles and gray hairs
Nellie, from beautiful girl, has matured into
a charming woman, which assertion Henry
Lee would have defended to the death.
Soyou are going to take my advice
about DR.. Humphries, HalW
A" Yes, sir, | am going to play the deyotee
TO the science Of Esculapius but | hope to
make somebody besides a DIR. Humphries.'
"To be sure, DR.. Harry Leel ! don't
see any chance of your taking his dstin-
guished name, unless, when he steps out of
this mortal sphere, he should make you the
heir Of his name, fame and pillboxes."
" A glorious prospect, Harry" laughed
Nellie
"Rather too glorious for me- replied Har-
ry. But seriously, l must be about my
work, which is to find cure for every dis
ease which flesh is heir to-"
Hurry up, then," said Mr. Wilton, for
there will be some fine cases of neuralgia
and toothache, which you may miss if you
wait long"
"Shall you let your light shine among u.s.,
Harry" asked Mrs. Wilton.
"That important point is undecided
Nellie here can tell you more definitely than
myself
But Nellie was very busy gazing into the
fire, and nobody cared to disturb her.
With the sunshine in his heart, and around
his way Henry Lee left again the home of
his adoption, to re-establsh his converse with
books and mental labor. There was much to
encounter, if he would rise above mediocrity;
but with the love Of Nellie Wilton as a star
in his path, there was little fear that he
would faint by the way. There was little to
vary the months of this his last probation.
Frequent letters, and occasional visits to the
dear old farmhouse, were the white days in
the calendar of Henry Lee.
And now the term of his professional study
is over, and Henry Lee has set out for the
West to prepare home for his bride. After
a day Of hard travel he alighted at sunset
before substantial dwelling, on fine ample
clearing. Everything spoke Of thrift and
good taste A hearty welcome was extended
to the weary traveller, and on conyersing,
Harry found that his host was intending to
60 to the very village where he had spent so
many happy years.
~ am going" said he, " to seek father
and mother, whom / have not seen for many
ycars-James Wilton; possibly you know
him.
He is my best friend; my father in affec-
tion--by adoption~
In words prompted by the liveliest graft
tude, did Henry Lee rehearse the story of the
past years to his attentive hearers. Until
now they had not asked his name; and when
he gave it, Mrs. Wilton asked, eagerly,
T" Had you ever a sster?-a sister Helen?p
The brother and sister long parted were
met at lastl
Swiftly sped the days of that journey to
the dear homestead. And when they were
once more under its friendly roof, there was
such gladness in their hearts as had not been
there for ten long years; for the son who had
been lost was found
Very fair was Nellie Wilton, with the dress
of snowy silk, the airy veil floating about
her, and the orange blossoms twined among
her sunny braids and hair, as she stood at
the altar on her bridal day And when all
was over-when George had gone back to
his forest homo, and the young physician
sought his home also, Mrs. Wilton said to her
husband, Surely, james, we have now
learned how true it is, Cast thy bread upon
the waters, for thou shalt find it after many
days."
The Doc THAT HAD NO OwNER.-We were
travelling through Canada, in the winter of
1889, and after a very long days ride stopped
at the Lion Inn; and the contents of the
stage, numbering about nine persons, soon
gathered togather around the cheerful fire
Among the occupants of the room were OBJ
served an Unlocking cur, who had shown his
wit by taking up its quarters in so comforta-
Bile an apartment After few minutes, the
landlord entered, and observing this specimen
of the canine race remarked:
"Fine dog, that Is he yours, sir?" ap-
pealing TO one of the passengers:
mo, SIR
Beautiful dog Yours sir ?" addressing
himself to second. ~
"No," was the blunt reply.
"Come here, pup perhaps he is yours, sir?''
"No," was the reply.
every sagacious animal; belongs to you,
suppose, sir y
mo, he doesn't"
'oThen he is yours land you have a treas
ure," throwing the animal a cracker.
'No, sir, he is not,'
"Oh with a SMILEY he belongs to you.