Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1857-07-01

I think those low fragments Of song uncon-
sciously drew him to the kitchen, for a few
moments later he stood in the doorway, watch
ing the young girl as she removed the small
rolls of yellow butter from a wooden box to an
earthen plate. can hardly transcribe the ex-
preston of the young mans face. 1t was one
of ming led doubt, surprise, eagerpess, that at
last all conyerged into one joyful certainly.
ssMerciful man! J" The words broke from
the girls lips, and the last roll of butter fell
from her little hands, as looking up she saw
the stranger in the doorway and her rosy
cheeks actually turned pale with the start of
surprise. The exclamation seemed to recall
| the young man to himself He removed his
hat. eExcuse mc,'' he said, with bow, ssbut
can you tell me whether Deacon Grant resides
| here7'
go, yes will you walk into the parlor and
take seat? Uncle, here is a gentleman who
wishes to see you." And in futter of en-
barrassment she hurried toward the door.
| The gentleman did not stir, and the deacon
removing his silver spectacles came in and
the two men looked at each other, the older
with some surprise, and good deal of curios-
ity in his face the younger with strange
longing earnestness in his dark eyes that SEEM
ed wholly unaccountable.
ssDo you know me, sir!' he asked after a
moments silence, and there was shaking in
| his voice.
"I don't know that ever had the pleasure
of meeting you before, sir,' said the deacon.
| But here change came over the features of
| the girl, who had been watching the stranger
intently.; the light of a long buried recollec-
tion seemed to break from her heart into her
| face. Her breath came gaspingly between her
parted lips, her dilated eyes were fastened on
the stranger; then, with quick cry, she
sprang forward. ssUncle, is it not Ellsworth
1t is surely our long lost Ellsworth 20
o! if you had seen that old man then. His
cheeks turned ashen pale, his frame shivered !;
he tottered a few steps forward, and then the
great, wild cry of his heart broke out-ssIs it
| You, my boy, Ellsworth 20
"It is I, father; are you glad to see me 90
And that stout man asked the question with a
| sob, and timid voice, like that of child.
ssCome to me! come to me, my boy, that
| thought was dead, that have seen every night
! for the last eight years, lying with the dark
| eyes of his mother under the white waves. o!
Ellsworth, God has sent you from the dead !!
Come to me, my boy 20
| And the old man drew his arms around his
sons neck, and leaned his grey head on his
strong breast, and for while there was no
word spoken between them.
"You have forgiven me, father 30 asked the
young man.
ssDo not ask me that, my boy. How many
times would l have given every thiag pos
| sessed on earth to ask, ssforgive me, Els
worth 20 and to hear you answer, eyes, faith
er.'' So there was peace between those two,
such peace as the angels, who walk up and
down the hills, crowned with the royal purple
of eternity, tune their harps over!
"And this-this is Nellie? How she has al
| tered! But knew the voice. said Ellsworth
at last, as he took the girls hand in his own,
and kissed her wet cheeks, adding very ten
derly: ssMy darling sister Nellie" And at
| last they all went out under the cool shade of
the vine, and there Ellsworth told his story.
The merchantmen in which he had sailed
| from home was wrecked, and many on board
perished but some of the sailors constructed
a raft, on which the boy was saved, with sew
eral others. They were afterwards rescued by
a vessel bound for South America. Here Els
worth had obtained a situation in large mer-
camille establishment, first a clerk, after
wards as junior partner.
He had written home twice, but the letters
had been lost or miscarried. As he received
no answer, he supposed his father had never
forgiven him for ssrunning away and tried to
reconcile himself to the estrangement.
But he had of late, found it very difficult to
do this, and, at last, he had resolved to return.
have an interview with his parent, and try
whether the sight of his long absent son would
not soften his heart.
O.! it was happy trio that sat under the
green leaves of the hop-vine that summer
morning. 1t was happy trio that sat down
in that low, old-fashioned kitchen, to the dill
cious dinner of chicken and fresh peas, that
Nellie had been SO long in preparing.
And that night three very happy people
knelt in the old sitting room, while the trem.
bling voice of the deacon thanked God fol
him that was dead and is ssalive again."
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