The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1857-05-16

ioOkeu III ilcI Il moment, anu tlicll Sti'iliiS
the tumhlt of my heart by mighty effort,
opened MY arms and said
'I.izgie. don't you know mc?"
"Ilarry! oh, my brother Harry" she cried.
and threw herself upon my breast. She
wcpt as if her heart would break.
could not weep. | drew her gently into
the lighted parlor; and stood with her before
them all.
There was rush and cry Of JOY. and then
my father and mother sprang towards me,
and welcomed me home with heartfelt tears.
Oh, strange and passing sweet is such a
greeting to a wayworn wandcrer. And, as
held my dear old mother TO my heart, aul
graspcd my fathers hand, while Lizzie still
cung beside me, felt as all was not yet
lost, and though another had secured litc's
choicest blessing, many a JOY remained for
me in this dear sanctuary OF iiomv!
There were four other inmates of the room.
who had arisen on my sudden entrance.
One was the bluc-cyed child whom had al
ready seen. and who now stood beside Frank
Chester, clingilg to his hand Near by stood
Lizzie Moore, Mary's eldest sister. and. in
distant corner, to which she had huyriedly
rctrcatcd when my name was spoken, stood
tall and slender figure, half hidden by the
heavy window curtain that fell to the floor.
When the first rapturous greeting was
over. Lizzie led me forward with a timid
grace, and Frank Chester grasped my hand.
.'Wclcome home, my boy!' he said, with
the loud cheerful tones remembered so we'll
You have changed so that should never
have known you; but no matter for that
your heart is in the right place ] know"
How can vou say he is changcd!'' saiu my
mother gently. TO be sure, he looks older,
and gravcr, aud more like man than when
he went away-but his eyes and smile are the
same as ever. 1t is heavy beard chat chan
yes him. He is my boy still"
"Ay, mother l answered, sadly; II am
your boy STILL
Heaven help me! At that moment felt
like boy, and 1t would have been blessed
relief to have wcpt upon her bosom, as | had
done in infancy. But kept down the beat
ing of my heart and the trcmor of my lip,
and answered quietly, as looked III his full,
handsome face
You have changed, too, Frank, but I
think for the better"
ooh, yes thank you for that compli-
tncnt he answered with hearty laugh.-
His wife--could hear that name and
keep silence still!
And have you seen my little gill?" he adj
ded, lifting the infant in his arms, and kiS-
| sing her crimson check. IL tell you, Harry,
there is not such another in the world
Don't you think she looks very much as her
mother rSed!'
Every much!' faltcrcd.
"liailo.' cried Frank, with suddenncsS
that made me start violently. Il have forgot
ten TO II reduce you tony wife; b licvc you
and she used to be playnatcs in your young
days Ilarry2" and he slapped Inc OH the
back. ''For the sake of old times, and be-
cause you were not here at the wedding, | II
give you leave to kiss her once-hut mind,
old fellow, you are never to repeat the ccIc-
mony. Come-here she is, and for once
want to see how You will manage those frro-
cous moustachcs of yours in the operation"
He pushed Lizzie, laughing and blushing
towards me! A CLEAN Of light and hope, al
most too dazzling to bear, came over Inc, and
| cric! out before thought
"Not Mary"
1t must have betrayed my secret to every
one in the room. But nothing was said
even Frank, IN general 50 obtusc, was this
time silent. ! kissed the fair check of the
Young wife, and hurried to the silent figure
looking out from the window.
MARY Moore" | said, in low, eager
voice 'havc you no welcome to give to the
wandcrcr!'
II am glad to see you here, Harry
,l., lI,,t tI,,.,.