Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1857-10-07

love with her. But when he looked up and
saw her about to enter the beautiful mansion
of Stephen Stetson, Esq, he started back, and
not without emotion, said,
| ssDo you live here 20
ssI do, most certainly. Come in. My father
| will wish much to see you and know you that
| he may pay you for your services to me since
my absence, love-" she ratified on, laying her
jewelled hand on his arm. But Fred stirred
not, but stood, looking abstractedly upon the
| ground.
ssPay !-yes-pay me. l thank you. l
will return guess, lady, he murmured.
'sOh, my generous delivcrer, forgive me,
meant it not, indeed, did not think what l
was saying. Come do please obIige me by
| coming with me,'' she cried, catching at the
way he had taken her speech
''Lady, your father would not be pleased to
see me here, more than to thank me and most
likely to offer me pay as you said, for the lit
tie service have rendered you. So 1 now bid
you good bye, and if ever we shall meet again,
| or if not, remember 1 do not by my favors, or
| acts of kindness, ask for pay in money! and
Fred was about to go on when she again caught
him by the arm, and gazing fXedly into his
eyes, earnestly said
s'You will not forgive me for that word, l
see. But if you will not stay now, come and
see me at some future time. viii you not,
my dear friend.
81 will; sweet lady, if ever l can. Fare
well!" And after raising the hand of Miss
Stetson to his lips and pressing one kiss there
on, he turned from the spot, while she watched
his form until it was lost from her view, when
| she entered the house to change her habit for
better and dryer one.
! Fred arrived on the grounds when the pic
mic was just breaking up and getting ready for
returning home.
That night he dreamed of nothing but the
lady he had parted with few hours since.
Time and time again he had been to the
house of the lady Stetson, until the aristocrat-
ic and wealthy Mr.. Stephen Stetson, began to
| suspect that an intimacy was springing up
| between them, that would ripen into love, and
that he would be asked to bestow upon the poor
man the hand of his daughter Julia. And
now, he had openly told him to visit his house
no more, and even ordered the piebean, as he
! called Fred, from his house. Poor Julia fell
on her fathers breast and besought him to for
bear, but no! he was still stronger in his deter
mination, for that proved conclusively to him
that he had adopted the only course under the
| circumstances which would answer his pur-
poses. Fred Lincoln then rushed madly from
the house, and stopped not till he reached the
house of his grandmother.
Day after day Fred grew more and more
| gloomy, and finally, as the s.boys of the town.
| said he wanted nothing but couple of ssbev-
| erages" per day, he drank, and continued to
drink for whole year, at the expiration of
| which time, we find him as we stated at the
commencement of this sketch, sick, on the
bed at his grandmother's house
One evening, about nine O'Clock, carriage
drew up at the door, and the next minute
light knock came upon the ears of Fred, who
was getting BETTER and his grandmother went
| Immediately to the door, when-a voice asked
s.Does Frederick Lincoln live here. Is he
sick, that is, within this house?'
ssHe is, poor Fred. Won't you come in and
see him -? He don't look much as he use to-
ssIt was young lady who entered, followed
| by young man of much personal beauty.
| She advanced to the side of the bed, but when
she saw that face, so haggard and pale, she
started back and exclaimed
ssIs this Fred 20
But look at Fred. See he half rises his
| head, and cried
ssMiss Stetson-you here ?''
eyes, Fred. Do you not know me Do
you not remember me 2" she asked, taking his
| hand.
| ssOh, God, do II DoIa Yes; as one lost
| to me forever" he cried.
| eNoi say not so dear Fred,'' said she, pill
| lowing her head upon his bosom. Then rais-
| ing her head, she said
| esThis is my brother, whom we long since
thought dead, but who has returned to witness
the joy and happiness of his sister Julia and
| her reclaimed Fred. Ny poor father is dead,
| and when he died he told me if I could find
| you might fulfill the VOWS we made one year
| ago. You will soon recover, and l trust will
| never visit the hells of the town again, will
you 7''
.sNo. Bless thee, Julia. So help me, God,
1 never
In the mansion of the late lamentabie
| Stephen Stetson, live the reclaimed Fred Lin
coin, and his beautiful bride, Julia Stetson,
and with them is her brother, who is soon to
| be the husband of the lady at his side, as the
| four stand ON the piazza in front, thinking of
/ the sudden death of the grandmother of Fred
|
| rrTbe use af steel sxles and tires is COM
| mon on the German railroads. We understand
that they are also being introduced INTO TINS