Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1857-12-17

her large azure eyes, bright with the lustr,
of youthful happiness; yet there was I
touch of tender pity in their dropping lid
that won the confidence of every beholder
The snowy ermine mantiia which protecte'
her from the piercing wind, rivaled, bu
could not surpsss, the delicate purity OF he
complexion. Many admiring eyes followed
the faultless figure of Mrs. Haywood, as shs
moved with unconscious grace up the cen
:ral aisle of the church, but none with mort
heartfelt devotion than the young, waywarC
but generous man who had recently wed
ded her in spite of her poverty and the
sneers of his aristocratic acquaintances.
The stately organ had peeled its last rich
notes, which were still family ech"ing in
the distant arches, when stranger of ven-
cradle aspect. who had. previously taken
part in the services of the al@r, rose and
announced for his text, the oft-quoted, but
seldom applied words OF the apostle BE
not forgetful to entertain strangers, fer
awares." DIR. haywood felt his foreheat!
flush painfully; it appeared to him for the
moment that the preacher 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 his re-
marks, that his own guilty conscien had
alune made the application In his partic-
ular case. have not space, nor indeed the
power to give any synopsis ot the sermon;
but that it, combined with the incident oi
the morning, affected happy revolution in
the mind of at least one of its hearers. So
from church, he repaired at once TO the
room of the mendcant 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
tent;ons he had received, which, without
doubt, had saved his life. "Bu: will rec
ompense you we'll, for, thank God. am not
the beggar that seem. | was shipwrecked
on Friday night, in the Ocean Wave, on my
return from lndia. My name was doubtless
among the list of the lost-for | escaped
from the waves by miracle. attempted
to make my way TO New York, where | have
funds in bank awaiting my orders, but |
must have perished from cod and hunger
had it not been for you and your wife's
provident charity. Twas repuIsed from ev-
cry door as an impostor, and could get nei.
ther food nor rest. To be an exile from
ones native land ten years and theL, after
escaping from the Perils of the ocean, to die
of hunger in the streets of a Christian sity,
L felt was truly tier fate. My name Is
Arthur Willet," added the stranger.
why, that is my wife's family name
She will be doubediy pleased at her agency
in your recovery"
"Of what state is she natiYe!" asked
ths Stranger, eagerly.
81 married her in the town Of b,
where she was born."
At this moment Mrs. Mayw, cd entered
TIE room, surprised ut the long abs ence OF
her husband. s. . -
Arthur Willet gazeI at her with look of
the widest surprise, murmuriug:
"lt cannot bet cannot be, am deli
rious to think So"
Mrs. Haywood gazed with little less as
tonishment, motloniess as statue.
"What pa ajn.ul mystery is lhis!" said DR..
haywood, excitedly, addressing his wife,
who then became CONSCIOUS vi the singular
ty of her conduct.
"Oh, no mystery she replied, sighing
deeply, "only this stranger is the image OF
my long los. brother, Arthur" And Mrs.
haywood, overcame with emotion, lett the
room.
"Stay one momcnt," pleaded the stran-
ger, drawn a small mourning ring from
his finger, and holding it up asked if she
recogn. ze1 that relic!
at is my fathe.'s gray hair, and you are
''His son, Arthur Wil.e', and your bro
| ther."
Mary WI ct haywood fell upon the men,
dicant's oteast, weeping tears of sweetest
JOY and thanksgiving.
| DR.. haywood retired from the room, and
left sister and brother aloEe il that sacred
hour, of reunion, saying to himself:
"Be not lorgetiul to entertain :stran :ers,
fog thereby some have entertained angels
upaw wa:es.'