Weekly hawk-eye and telegraph. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1855-1857, 1857-05-06

r ~ tsSt1 ne, felt that Ill wns Dos
III ~ ongh anosAer bad secured
a. III M u many . JOY remained
D&A9h ~ deaS tnary OF home
The 800 ~ etb1a inmates Of the room,
who ma - 4 ~ ddsn entrance. One
was the hlus Gye6 ehiM whom had already
seen, md VIA npw stood beside Frank
Chester, ciineiug 70 his hand. Near by
stood ElSis Moore, Mars eldest sister, and
in distAnt corner. to which sha had hus
riedly retsca;sd when my name was spoken,
stood 8 tall and sscader figure, half hidden
by the heAyy windsw cuftain6 that eel, to
the 6eor.
When the first rsptarous grsesins "a
over, Lizzie led me forward with timid
grace, and Frank Cheater graSPed my hand.
Welcome home, my bog he raid, with
the loud, cheerful tones remembered 30
we'll ~ !. You have changed 20, that should
never have known ron; but no matter for
that--your heart is in the right place,
know
GLOW can you say he is changed said
my mother, gently. To be sure, he looks
older, and grayer, and more like q man, than
when he went away--but his eyes and smile
are the same as ever 1t is that heavy beard
that changes him He is my boy still z
Heaven help mel At that moment felt
like boy, ara it would hare beena blessed
relief to have wept upon her bosom, as had
done in my infancy. But kept down the
beating of my heart and the tremor Of my
lips and answered quietly, as l looked in his
full handsome face II
you have changed, too, Frank, but
think for the better.
ooh, yes, thank you for that compliment
he answered, with a hearty laugh. My
wife tells me grow handsomer every day.
| His wife!--could | bear that name and
| keep silence still?
.And have you seen my little girl?' he
added, lifting the infant in his arms, and
kissing her crimson cheek. !" | tell you
| Harry, there is not such another in the
world Don you think she looks very much
as her mother used to r
| Very mueh!" faltered
| "Halio.' cried Frank, with q suddenness
that made me start violently. 81 have for
gotten to introduce you to my WIFE be-
lieve you and she used to be playmates in
your young days-eh, Harry ?? and he slap
| ped me on the back. as
| For the sake Of old times, and because
you were not here at the wedding, | II give
You leave to kiss her once-but mind, old
1 fellow you are never to repeat the ceremony.
Come, here she is, and l for once, want to
see how you will manage those ferocious
moustaches Of yours in tue operation"
| He pushed Lizzie, laughing and blushing,
toward me A CLEAN Of light and hope, al
! most too dazzling to bear, came over me- and
cried out, before l thought
" Not Mary = -
1t must have betrayed my secret to every
one in the room. But nothing was said
even Frank, in general SO obtuse, was this
time silent kissed the fair cheek Of the
young wife, and hurried toathe silent figure
looking out from the window. sss6a
Mary-Mary Moor said, in low,
| eager voice, have you no welcome to give
to the wanderer?'
She turned and laid Ler hand in mine and
murmured hurriedly-l am glad to see you
here, Harry"
Simple words-and yet how blest they
made me. would not have yielded up that
moment for an emperor crown For there
was the happy home eroap, and the dear
home tiresde, and there sweet Mary Moore
The eyes | had dreamed of by day and night
were falling before the ardent gaze Of mine ;
and the sweet face had so longed and pray
ed to see, was there bcforel ! never knew
the meaning Of happiness till that moment
came
Many years have passed since that happy
night, and the hair that was dark and glossy
then is fast turning grey am growing to
be an old man, and can look back to long
and happy, and hopo, well spent life
And yet, sweet as it has been, ! would not
recall single day, for the love that made
my manhood so bright, shines also upon me
in my white hairs
An old man. Can this be so? AT heart
am us young as ever And Mary, with her
bright hair parted smoothly from q brow
that has slight furrow upon it, is still the
Mary of my early days. To me she can
never change The heart that held her in
infancy, and sheltered her in the flush and
beauty of womanhood, can never east her
out till life shall cease to warm it. Nor even
then--for love still lives above