Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1858-06-17

IL W 'tH WV hSthS HlOIC UGlOIG lie
could sit up even for a short time. He
had already acquainted them with his
name and residence, but they had nc
curiosity to learn anything further, and
forbid him giving his story until &c
became stronger. His name was Chas
Wilson, and his parental home Boston
A few days afterwards, when Mr.
Davis was absent from home, and Lucy
engaged about her household affairs
Wilson saw close beside his head his
pack, and recollecting something thai
he wanted, opened it. The first thing
he saw was the Identical pocket-booI
whose loss had excited so many regrets.
He recollected having placed it there
the morning before he reached Brent's
Prairie, but in the confusion of the mo.
ment the circumstance was forgotten.
He examined it, and found everything
as he left it.
The discovery nearly restored him to
health, but he resolved at present to
conline the secret to his own BOSOM
1t was gratifying to him to witness the
entire confidence they reposed in the
honor and integrity of a stranger, and
the pleasure with which they bestowed
favors upon one whom they supposed
could make no return but thanks.
Night came, and Mr.. Davis did not
return. Lucy passed sleepless night.
In the morning she watched hour after
hour for his coming, and when sunset
approached he was still absent; terrified
at his long and unusual stay, she was
setting out to procure a neighbor to go
in search of him, when her parent hove
in sight. She ran to meet him, and was
bestowing upon him Thousand endear-
ing expressions of affection, when his
haggard, woe:begone countenance star
tied her.
lie uttered not a word, and went in
to his house, and seated himself in ST.
lence. 1t was in vain that she attempt
ed to cheer him. After long pause,
during which there was q powerful
struggle going on in his feelings-he
rose and took hisd aughter by the hand
and led her into the room where vii
son was seated. "You must know all, -
he SAID, 81 am ruined--I am a beggar.
In a few days | must quit this house
the farm which | have so highly I'M
proved and thought my own" He pro-
ceeded to state that a few days before,
Crosby, in fit of ungovernable malice
tainted him with being beggar, and
told him that he was now in his power
and he would crush him under his feet.
when Mr.. Davis smiled at what he re-
garded as only an impotent threat,
Crosby, to convince him, told him that
the patent Of his farm was a forged
one, and thai he, Crosby, knew the real
owner Of the land-had written to pur-
chase it-and expected a deed III a few
days. Davis Immediately went home
for his patent, and during his long alb
sence had visited the lard office. Cros-
by was right The patent, beyond all
dispute was forged one, and the claim
of Davis to the farm was not worth a
farthing.
Itmay be proper to observe that coun-
terfeiting soldiers patents was regu-
lar business in some Of the eastern cit
les, and hundreds have been duped.-
at is not for myself" said the old man,
''that | grieve at this misfortune. [ am
advanced in life, and it matters not
where or how pass the remainder OF
of my existence. | have a little home
beyond the stars, whore your mother
has gone before me, and where | would
have loved to protect her child, my own
affectionate Lucy" The weeping girl
threw her arms around the neck Of he1
father, and poured her tears upon his
bosom. eve can be happy still" said
she, 'for | am young, and can easily
support us both"
A new scene followed in which an
other individual was the principal actor
I shall leave the reader to form his own
opinion Of it, and barely remark that
at the close, the old man took the hands
of Lucy and young Wilson, and then
Joining them, said, "My children,
cheerfully consent to your union. Tho
poor, with a good conscience you can
be happy. [ know, Charles, you vii
be kind to nay daughter, for few nights
ago, when you thought that no human
ear could hear you, I heard you feryent.
| " implore the blessings Of heaven upon
nv grey hairs, and that God would re.
ward my child for ali her kindness to
YOU. Taking down his family bible
the venerable old man added, at is 8
season of affection, but we are not for
saken. Let us look for support to Hin
who has promised to sustain us. Tx
then opened the book and read:-
"Although the fig tree shall not bios.
SOM. neither shall fruit be in the vines
the iabors of the olive shall fall, and the
fields Weld no meat; the focks shall be
cut off from the fold, and there shall be
no herd in the stall, yet will joy in the
God of my salvation"
Charles and Lucy knelt beside the
venerable old man, and while he pray
ed, they wept tears Of grateful emotion
It was a slcepless but not unhappy nigh
to the three inhabitants of the neal
cheerful dwelling they were about t.
leave and go they knew not where.
1t was then that young Wilson learn
ed the real value of money. BY means
of it he could give shelter to those who
had kindly received him when every
other door was closed upon him.
All night long he had thought Of thu
forced patent. There were few word,
dropped by Mr.. Davis which he coult
not dismiss from his mind-that Crosby
had written to the real owner of tht
land. and had now obtained the promise
of the deed.
It is now time for the reader to be
come fully acquainted with the history
of the young stranger.
His father, Charles Wilson, senior
was a merchant in Boston who had ac
ouired an immense fortune. At the
close Of the war, when the soldiers re
/ - ln,,dc from the ccnNnrnm emf thnu