The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1857-05-04

sister out, TO see who IL could be that co.,
Quoted himself 80 strangely.
heard . light step, and pleasant voiea
saying:
looked up. There stood pretty, sweet
faced maiden OF twenty, not mech changed
from the dear little sister had loved 90 we'll.
looked ct her for moment, and then, still.
ing the tumult Of my heart BY mighty ef-
fort, opened my arms and said:
'sLixIie, don't you know me9"
''Harry! Oh, my brother Harry" sha
cried, and threw herself upon my breast
She wept ~ II her heart would break.
l could not weep. drew her gently into
the lighted parlor, and stood with her before
them all.
There was rush and cry Of JOY, and then
my father and mother sprang towards me,
aud welcomed me home with heartfelt tears
Oh, strange and passing sweet 10 such . greet
ing to the wayworn wsnderer! And - held
my dear old mother to my heart, and grasped
my fathers hand, while Lizzie still chung be-
side me, felt that all was not yet lost, and
though another had secured life's choicest
blessing, many JOY remained for mo in this
dear sanctuary Of homo.
There were four other inmates Of tho room
who had risen on my sudden entrance. One
was the blue-eyed child whom had already
seen, and who now stood beside Frank Ches-
ter, clinging 70 his hand. Near BY stood
Lizzie Moore, Mary's eldest sister, and in .
distant corner, to which she had hurriedly
retreatsd when my name was spoken, stood .
tall and slender figure, half hidden BY the
heavy window curtains that fell to the floor.
When the hrst rapturous greeting Was over,
Lixsie led me forward with timid grace,
and Frank Chester grssped my hand.
"Welcome home, my boy" he said with
the loud, cheerful tones remembered 90 well.
"You have changed 20 that should never
have known you; bat no matter for that
your heart is in the right place, know"
"How can you Say he 10 chsnged?" said
my other, gently. "To be surs, he looks
older and graver, and more like man, than
when hs went away-but his eyes and smile
arc the same az ever. 1t 10 that heavy beard
that changes him. He 10 my boy still"
SAY, mother" answered sadly; and
am your boy still"
Heaven help me: At that moment, l felt
like boy, sndit would have been pleased re-
lief to have wcpt upon her bosom, ~ had
done in my infancy. But kept down the
beating OF my heart and tremor Of my lip,
and | answered quietly, - l looked in his
full handsome face:
"You have changed too, Frank, but think
for the better.''
"Oh, yes-thank you for that compliment, .
he answered, with hearty laugh. "My wife
tells me grow handsomer every day"
His wifei-could | hear that name aud
keep silence still?
Sand have you seen my little girl?' he
added, lifting the infant TO his arms, and
kissing her crimson cheek. 81 tell you Har-
~, there 10 not such another in the world.
Don't you think she locks very much ~ her
mother used to2'
"very much!' l faltered.
"HsltA cried Frank with q audiences
that made me start violently, 81 have forgot.
tea to introduce you to my wife; l believe
she and you used to be playmates in your
young days--eh, Harry" and he slapped
me on the back. ''For the sake Of old times,
and because you were not here at the we'd.
ding, I'll yive you leave to kiss her once
but mind old fellow you..sre never to repea.
the ceremony. Come, here she 10, and
for once, wanted TO see how you will man
age those ferocious mustaches of yours in
the operation
He pushed Lizzie, laughing and blushing,
towards me! A glenm of light and hope al
most TOO DAZZLING to bear, came over me, and
came out before thought:
"Not Mary"
Ii must have betrayed my secret to every
'ne in the room. But nothing was said
sven Frank in general so obtuse, was this
lime silent. kissed the fair cheek OF the
Foung wife, and hurried to the silent figure
cooking out from the window.
"Msry-MAry Moore" said, in low,
Eager voice, shave you no welcome to give
10 the wandererlo
She turned and laid her hand in mine,
md murmured hurriedly:
II am glad to see you Harry"
Simple words, and yet how blest they made
ne! would not have yielded up that mo-
nent for an Empsror's crown! For there
Were the happy home group, and tho dear
lome ire side, and there sweet Mary Moore,
The eyes that had dresmed Of BY day and
hight were falling before the ardent gaxe Of
nine; and the sweet face | had 90 longed
md prayed 10 see was there before me.
lever knew their meaning OF happiness till
hat moment came.
Many years have passed since that happy
light, and tho hair that was dark and CLOS.
y then 10 fast turning gray. am grow
ng to be an old man, and can look back to
long and happy, and hope . we'll spent
lie. Aud yet, sweet ~ it has been, l would
ot recall a single day, for the love that
made my manhood 20 bright shines also upon
ny white hairs.
An old man! Can this be 90? At heart am
. young - ever. And Mary with her brish.
air parted smoothly from brow that has q
mart furrow upon it, 10 still the Mary Of
~ early days. To me she never can grow
Id, nor change. The heart that held her in
infancy and sheltered her in the Hush and
sauty Of womanhood, can nevor cast hsr GU.
Ill life shall cease to warm II. Nor even
hen--for love still lives above.
VALuE or TME.-Ths Roman Emperor
aid. 81 have lost day" he uttered ! sad,
Tor truth than il he had exclaimed 81 have
os. kinge am."
Napoleon said that the reason why be beat
be Austrians WAS that they did not know
be valas Of Eve minutes. At the celebrated
'atile OF Rivoli, the conflict seemed on the
'oint OF being decided against hin. He
aw the critical state Of affairs and Instant
J took his resolutions. He dispatched . Dag
the Austrian headquarters with proposals.
or an armistice. The unwsry Austrians
ell into the snare, in y few nomsnts the
hunder Of battle was hushsd. Nspoleon
eised the precious moments, and while n
iuslng the enemy with mock gotiatioos.
s-srrangsd his line OF battle, changed his
ront and in . few minutes was readv- 70
snounce the farce Of discussion for tho
Tern arbitrcmens, Of arms. The splen-
~ victory OF Kivoh WAS the result. The
reat moral victories and defeats Of the
ORD often turn on minutes. Crises como,
e se'z,ng OF which IL victory, the neglect Of
nlch - ruin. Men may loiter, but time Hies