Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1858-07-15
CHAPTER III.

ISpiIlL . eye Uut DULu WcIC otiCAe.
CHAPTER III.
Does Widow Lee live here I" asked
a silver-haired man, pausing before Mr..
Wellington's door.
=" Widow Lee p repeated Eugene. re-
garding the stranger with much interest
Widow Lee sleeps yonder ; she has lain
there four years"
The old man leaned heavily upon his
cane his soft clear eyes filed with tears.
Isabel, dear Isabel is she indeed gone7
Did she leave any children 2"
Yes. a daughter sir shall | show you
the way ? | think you must be some friend
of the family"
The child's uncle" he replied, only
the child's uncle"
"Can it be possible ?" said Eugene,
grasping his hand. Tell me are you
Mrs. Lees brother, Captain Maynard,
who was reported shipwrecked several
years ago? &
"The very same" he replied " but
saved by a merciful Providence. But
would see my niece. Oh! to have one to
love, one of your own blood II feared
they were all gone
" List !" said his companion. THAT is
Amy-no singing bird makes melody SO
sweet. 1t seems as if the poetry that once
shone in her eyes now warbled in her
voice. Amy is blind, Captain Maynard
blind"
The old man held her in his tight en-
brace, sat her down on his knee, gazed
long and earnestly in her face, stroked
her glossy ringlets, while her old nurse
related the particulars of her blindness,
and she'd bitter tears that one SO beauti-
full. SO good as he knew that his dear SIS
ter's child must be, should thus early be
called upon to bear so great a trial.
pray don't weep !" said Amy, putting
her arms about his neck, and drawing his
face close down to her own soft cheek
:" | am learning to be very happy
He dared not utter his hopes but he
felt sanguihe that something might yet be
done to restore the lost eyesight. He
was w~ealthy-she was his all. The best
skill in the country should be- put to the
test.
Amy Lees life seemed Frightening
DIR. IT,, a distinguished occulist,
had seen her, and expressed his opinion
without a doubt, that all might be as they
fondly hoped but it would take time,
much care, and great patience.
Amy requested that Eugene might be
present when the trying moment came
Her hand lay in his. "Oh if it should
be dark, Eugene !-yes | will be calm
Now the bandage was removed and ut
tering a joyful cry see, | see, thank
Heaven P-she threw herself in her un-
cle's arms. We will now return to Her.
bert. He had been been very fortunate
on his first arrival in town, in securing a
vacancy as under clerk in the rich whole
sale establishment of Mr.. Emery. He
felt that his greatest chance of success lay
in a close application to business, making
his employers interest his WI For five
years he labored ~assiduously, and was
then rewarded by an offer Of partnership
which was at once accepted. He seldom
went home, and when he did, his visits
were short and unsatisfying. True his
mother greeted him with the old love, the
father with evident pride, Eugene kindly
and yet Herbert thought he had grown
reserved. He could not understand the
growth Of that self-respect that placed
him on an equality with himself. What
right had he, his plain, countriied broth,
er, to wear SO becoming an article as
pride.
Amy Lees name was never mentioned,
though her presence was missed every
where. He merely heard she had left
her old home he inquired no further.
Many fair ladies smiled upon him
why should they not? He was a young
talented, with the fairest of prospects,
None suited his fastidious taste.
There we're times when a girlish form
tripped smillingly before him ; but he
shut the vision out, yainly seeking in the
big world its counterpart.
"A letter from home," said Eugene
Wellington, late one morning as he enter
ed his brothers room (he had come to
town the day before) / forgot to hand it
to you last night
Herbert read the note, and impatiently
threw it down on the table.
What is it ?" said Eugene.
"Oh nothing" he replied " some re-
ligious tract | believe. The old man is
begging don't come it over me, though
.-my time is far too precious to. be hunt
ing up such things"
Eugene pickedit up, glanced at the ii
tie of the book mentioned, carefully jot
ted it down in his mind. He was not rich
but he had enough to crafty his father
when he expressed a wish for SO trihing
} a thing. His eye fell on a card, VIVA
is this-an invitation to Mr.. Maynard's
| have one, too met the gentleman las
night, and he insisted On me being pres
: ent."
\ "You 2" said Herbert. regarding him