Indiana American. [volume] (Brookville, Ind.) 1833-1861, 1857-06-19

other day. She resides twenty miles
below hore with her grandmother -
the family were once quite wealthy,
but have become greatly. reduced
Gentlemen win you walk into this
room?" ~.
That noon, rs Lilias Day was leav-
ing the factory, a note was placed in
her hands by the foreman, who said
he had boen requested TO deliver It 70
her. trso go l,aee sp'- MOO
Greatly surprised, and yet her heart
filed with painful forebodings for her
grandmother, she stepped to the win
dow and opened it, "A small note
drifted 20 the foor, but the words in
an unknown hand first arrested her
attention. taeas' ~
''LtLtss DAy:-Put up your work and 90 homo TO,
your grandmother Take this and use "a freely. and
fear no more for the future, for while live no sr
Of ,os shall ever sufsr, p' A faiEND.
Lilias blue eyes were flooded with
amazcment, as, after traversing these
lines several times, she lifted them
from the paper. She raised the note
that lay at her feet. n ioas check
for tiro hundred dollars. f-iAs ssa.fl
,"Ahi there goes the afternoon train.
In two days Il will bring Lily back, :"
mvrmured old Mrs. Day TO herself, as
she walked painfully to the window,
and looked down on the long train Of
cars as they swept through the white
hand scape, and IL seemed to tho old
woman's film eyes like the flight Of
some evil spirit with the lurid flames
pouring out Of it's nostrils, and the
great skirts Of smoke lying in its
wake, as it glided every day TO and
fro, breaking into tho hush Of the
quiet valley. A few moments later,
and the bedroom door was thrown
quickly open, and Lilias hung upon
the old woman's neck.
"Oh, grandma I have come back
TO you, never TO 60 away again. We
shall be so happy, too, for we have
such friend. And--and---" she
could not consummate the sentence
for the tears that were washing her
cheeks. it its'
II was the afternoon Of the day af-
ter Lilias' return. There was q knock
at the front door; and with quicken.
ing of her pulse, the young girl rose
up and opened il. 80 t
A young gentleman was standing
tEere, whom Lilias remembered hav-
ing seen in the factory. He lifted his
hat and courteously inquired If Mrs.
Day resided there. .ss - t r
"She does will you walk in sir {? ("
she said, retaining her self.possess-
ion. f- Ae
: Left alone in the little parlor, the
young Southerner's dark eyes wan
dered eagerly around the room, as
ones always do when the owner tries
to identify his surroundings with
some picture that has long been laid
up in his memory.
But when Mrs. Day entered the
room, feebly leaning on the arm of
her grand daughter, and he looked in
to her pale face, a shadow stole into
the eyes Of the stranger. "You do
not recognize me, Mrs. Day" he said,
afterthe preliminary compliments had
beer interchanged; neither you or
your grand child, and yetwe have oil
three met before. Can you not re-
member" and he turned TO Lilias,
and there was something in his smile
that it seemed to her had long dwelt
in the deep places Of her memory. A
perplexed expression was coming O.
YER her face, when the strangershook
oat small bead purse before her,
and then the name of ssArthur Hale p
broke involuntarily from herlips, and
was followed by her grandmother's
ordinations of delighted surprise.
Yes" continued the young South
erner, and his rich, deep tones thrill
ed the hearts Of his hearers, 81 am
hewhom You found houseless, and you
took him in-naked, and you clothed
him--hungry, and you fed him-and
more than all this, you poured into
his weary, wretched heart, the balm
Of your sweet words and loving SYM
pathy.i .aa s4 - h5eiosI - ia'
lsHelwent from you O changed be-
ing---no longer man-hating and self
despising ! He reached New York,
and after year Of much harsh expe-
rience, he. found the uncle Of whom
he told you, and his sorrows were at
an end. Two wears since that uncle
died, and left him the sole heir to
his broad plantations. He told you,
Lily Day, on that summer morning
when he parted from YOU, and your
blue eyes were filed with tears, that
sooner or later, he should como back
to you. Behold he hasredeemed his
PROMISE" . ..hsaa ,eue
Jilias tried TO answer him, but the
words died in her throat, and replac-
ing her hands before her face, tho
tears she could not restrain dropped
warm and fast through her fingers,
and then, low and solemn through the
silence, came the voice Of her grand
mother: w te8f + '
al have never seen the righteous
man forsaken, nor his seed begging
bread" n as ah
When May, that sweet poetess Of
Spring, began to write out her beau
tiful fancics on thehills and meadows,
there was O wedding in the little cot
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