The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1857-10-28

entertain strangers. for thereby some have
entertained angels unawares." DIR. May
wood felt his forehead flush painfully; il apt
peared to him for the moment that the prea-
cher must have known of his want of charity
towards strangers, and wished to give him
public lesson but he soon saw, from the
tenor OF hrs remarks, thai his own guilty con-
science had alone made the application in his
particular ease. have not space, nor in
deed the power to give any synnpsis of the
sermon; but that it, combined with the Incl
dent Of the morning, effected happy rey0.
luton in the mind Of at least one Of its hear
ers. So much so, that on the return Of Dr.
haywood from church, he repaired at once to
the room Of the mendicant to offer such atten-
tions as he might stand in need of. But the
young man seemed TO be much refreshed by
rest and nutritious food, and commenced
gratefully thanking his host for the kind at
tentions he had received, which, without
doubt, had saved his life. But will recom-
pense you well, for, thank God, am not the
beggar that seem. was shipwrecked on
FRIDAY night in the Ocean Wave. on my re-
turn from India. My name was doubtless
among the list Of the lost-for escaped from
| the wayesby miracle. attempted to make
my way to New York, where | have ample
funds in bank awaiting my orders, but must
have persisted from cold aud hunger had it
not been for you and your wife's provident
charity. | was repulsed from every door as
an impostor, and could get neither food OF
rest. To be an exile from ones native land
ten years, and then, after escaping from the
perils oi the ocean. TO die Of hunger in the
streets ola christian city, felt was truly
bitter fate.
"My name is Arthur Willett." added the
stranger.
why, that is my wife's family name. She
will be doubly pleased at her agency in your
recovery"
"0f what state is she a native !" asked
Arthur Willett eagerly.
:" married her in The town Of B., where
she was born"
At this moment Mrs. haywood entered
the room, surprised at the long absence OF
} her husband.
Arthur Willett gazed at her with look Of
the widest surprise, murmurlng:
1T cannot bet cannot be. am deliri-
Gus to think so."
!. Mrs. haywood gazed with little less aston-
ishment, motionless as a statue.
What painful mystery is this :" cried
Doctor Haywood. exciledly, addressing his
: wife, who then became conscious Of the sim
gularity Of her condnct.
"0h. no mystery" she replied, signing
/, deeply, 80 only this stranger is the image oil
{ my long lost brother, Arthur" And Mrs.
Maywood, overcome with emotion, turned
. to leave the room.
"Stay one moment" pleaded the stranger,
e drawing small mourning rim from his finger,
e and holding il up, asked il she recognised
2 that relic
"It is my fathers gray hair. and you are
d -"
His son, Arthur Willett, and your bro
e ther."
e Mary Wil!ett haywood fell upon the men,
dicnat's breast, weeping tears OF seewtest JOY
y anil thanksgiving.
d Doctor Maywond retired from the room
:. and lett sister and brother alone in that sa-
n cred hour Of reunion, saying to himself:
a :" BE not forgetful to entertain strangers.
e for thereby some have entertained angels
!. uHawares."