The Westerly echo, & Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1854-1858, 1857-05-07
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smile OF beauty lingering upon the snowy
walls OF the rancho. In porch, look =
ing out upon the valley, are three per.
sons, gentleman and lady of middle
age, and child. The latter was a love
y creature, and the parents were watch
ing Its sports Its laugh was'mild and
musical and its fair countenance a pic.
iure OF uGequaled grace and beauty
The gentleman was fine looking man.
tall, dark-cyed and graceful in his bear
ing. One arm was of at the shoulder
Bell, Bell, said the gentleman, as
he stock by his wife, and put back her
snil luxurlant hair from her fair brow,
1t Is now three years since we left the
States. Our friends must be dead, or
: they would surely have answered our
letters, For months have, unbekpown
10 you, planned u visit to New York
Don Carlos will take the estates at fair
price. and comes in the morning to hear
my decision. ] have been all day dream.
ing OF the autumn scenery by the old
home, and my heart longs TO visit il
again. Shall we go, Bell"
The wife almost convulsively clasped
the husbands hand, and covered it With
kisses.
Yes, James, thousand times, YES.
Ny heart IN the midst of wealth, is hea-
Wy at times, with sad memories Could
our inther, II living, see little Michael.
Know he would relcut from his cruel
purpose. And my mother, how she
IoVcd me. 1T seems hard that she new
eer should have written any answer to nv
letters, but then hers may have miscar
RED. God grant that she may be living
TO welcome me home
There was q tear in the husbands eve
as be moved across the porch, for he was
thinking of his own mother.
We'll, Bell, my heart is already light
er. The next steamer leaves Tuesday.
W g nave enough of wealth, and to spare
and though California has been a happy
ana fortunate land to us, still | long to
tread my own native soil once more
We left Mr.. Palmer and his wife, and
Mrs. Harding, brooding over their sor-
'ow'ng thoughts. The storm had COM
mcnced, and snow was sitting sharply
against the window pancs, and the keen
winter wind shrieked wildly and mourn
FULLY around the corners, and across the
fields. The gloom without, added to
that within these humble tenements,-
Two CHRISTMAS suppcrs were spread, but
untasted. Memories sad and bitter
were throngiug the hour. and paling the
thoughts Of the lonely old people
The storm had become fierce without
and found its way through many a wide
crack in the shattered walls. Those
within gathered close to the hearth.
Mrs Harding had dropped upon her
her knees, and with her cold and with
cred hands olaspcd was pouring her
hearts silent prayers out to God. She
prayed for her boy as the storm howled
and thought not of her own shiveriDg
form. She yet believed she should see
him and yet was ashamed Of the faith she
bad placed in dreams.
a knock startled Mrs. Harding from
Ter communion with the widows God.
\ second time she heard, and opened
he creaking door. The sleety gust
wept furiously y in, and famed the wan
NJ embcrs into Gtful blaze.
Does Mrs. Harding live here,' the
trangcr a,ked in a slightly tremulous
one, as nc stood within and closed tho
loor.
| am her. she answered family.
You had Il son who went to Mexico,
lavc you heard anything from him late
-
90, no, suppose he had been dead
many year, but Gods will be done
ct my old heart aches so badly at times
or the boy. lie was my only one
Il have heard from him-I am from
Nexics, answered the stranger, with
trong attempt to control his emotion.
%, sir, God Of mercy! Say that
gain and III bless you Say it, man
ly it or my old heart will break. My
oy living Where p and she caught
lc strangers arm convulsively and at.
'mpi,d 10 peer into his countcusnce s's