True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1857-03-18
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VOLUME 3,-NUMBER II.

here that wants a little help, do ye, farm
er!" asked the old woman. /" Here's
girl wants place; and as she's walked
from the depot, told her she might come
in and rest bit afore she went up into
the village to try her luck. F."
mo-" shortly answered the farmer.
"Dinner ready :" And the rich man
turned away, without one gentle word or
kindly look for the homeless children
whom God had brought 10 his door.
"Lucy, Lucy, don't stay here; I'm
afraid !" and the little boys lips curled
and quivered as he turned his face from
the farmers.
Lucy, Lucy!" How these little
trembling tones went down, down, into
the mans hard heart! How the dead
days of his youth burst ont of their
graves and rushed through his memory
at that low broken "Lucy! Lucy"
He turned and looked at the girl, not
sourly as before, but with kind of eager
questioning interest.
What is your name!"
"Lucy Wheeler, sir"
He staggered back and caught hold Of
the nearest chair. "And what was your
mothers ;"
Lucy Reid. She used to live in Mea.
dowbrook, and SO | came here 10 ge,
work, for she told me to before she died
At that moment the angels looked dowr
t and saw the seed that had lain for two
: score years in the heart of Justin KeeI
, spring up, and the fower JloSsOned II
tie Wildcrness!
I He strobe across the kitchen TO the be
/ wildered girl. He brushed back her bon
net, and turned her face to the light
He could not be mistak en-. 1t was tht
D one framed and hung up in in the darken
/ room of his soul. The blue eye of hi
/ Lucy looked once more in his oEn. A
e that moment the little boy pushed up be
S tween them, and gzaed wistfully into TIL
e mans face. Farmer Keep sat down an
t took the child on his knee. He tried t
S speak, but instead great sobs came up
t and heaved his strong chest. The trio il
e the kitchen gazed on him in astonish
ment. ....-..
o "Lucy's children, Lucy's children I
t he murmered at last, in a voice who's
e tenderness was like that Of mother.
a 'God has sent you 10 me. For he
e sake this shall be your home; for her SAX
| will be a father to you, "
| Five years afterwards Cora wrote
;. me: We are having fine times now
dear cousin Jennie, and mamma wants
e know if you do not need to renew yor
k rosy cheeks among the dews of Meadow
brook. Uncle Charlie is with us th
e summer and if you were here also m
a hanpiness would be complete.
}. Lucy Wheeer-you remember her
e has the place in my heart next 10 your
v Her disposition is as lovely as her fac
and that is saying great deal, for
III rare sweet beauty does me good to behc
2 it. Farmer Keep seems 10 ,corship h
and Benny. He is changed man no.
,r and goes to church regularly on 4
Sabbath. He has spared no pains or e
ut pense in Lucy's education, and she W
70 be most accomplished woman. She
ne here very often. and | have my susE
Il cions that Uncle Charlie-n'i importe /;
will not trust this to pen and paper.
lie "But, O, Jennie, what lesson Il
ed has taught me How it has deepen
an my faith in God and in humanity!
"Now, when my heart yearns oV
he the wretched, the shining, the outca
Id | remember always THERE is "A FLOW
70, IN THE WILDERNESS.