Democrat and sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1853-1866, 1858-07-28
EBENsBURG, July %, 1858,
How can you make that appesr?' was de-

manded,
And then the mother of Frank related how
with her permission, he had gone to the mill
dam to watch over and guard the little boy
who. was there alone, And she related, also,
for she CLEANED from her recovered son the
incident already known to the reader, how he
had passed nearly an hour upon the ILL above
the water after hcving searched about the
head gates, watching lest harm came to the
lonely and thoughtess Jacob Green. The
heroism of his son Mr. Lloyd knew already
Fot long time the stern farmer sat with
his head bowed upon his breast A shudder
almost OF horror, shook, for moment his
strong frame as vivid inauguration drew
picture of himself standing in wrath above
this heroic son, with his arm already descen-
, ding to strike a cruel blow III had not spo-
ken to Frank since life had flowed back freely
/ through his veins. When fully satisfied that
all danger was past he had retired from the
chamber where he lay displeasure at the act
OF d!sobedience rcsuining the uppermost place
in his mind.
Now his feelings toward the boy were al
together changed Tender love had driven
out wrath
Where is father? Several times had Frank
asked this question, looking as he spoke with
troubled countenance toward the door Of
the chamber in which he lay. He remem-
bered; now, only the stern dispeasure of his
stern parent-his own heroism and self f-dcvo-
ton were forgotten.
Is father angry still?' Frank lifted his
eyes that were fearful and sad to his mothers
! face.
No, my son. Your father is not angry
now answered his mother.
Where is he?
In the next room
! Frank sighed as his lashes dropped until
ed By each fringing lid Noiselessly his mo-
thcr rose and left the roon
| Frank, my son" The voice that said this
was low and unsteady, but full of tenderness
Instantly the boys eyes few open.
! oh, father Aud his arms leaping up
ward, caught eagerly the neck of his father,
and dragged him down until the hard, rough
check lay against his own softer and warmer
/ face
Il wasn't disobedient in heart, father Sob
bed the excited boy. Ask mother She will
tell you all about it,
Il know all, my son, replied Mr. Lloyd,
as soon as he could steady his voice. + know
all. You have been brave, noble, manly
and am proud of you
Oh, with what delicious sweetness did
these words OF praise fall upon the boys ears.
From other lips they would have beeu
| pleasant; but coming from that cold parent,
always more ready to blame than to praise.
they were as honey to his soul Aud the
father in after time, could no more forget the
expression of his sons face, as he uttered these
words, than he could forget the impression OF
that same face, as he stood in wrath. only an
hour or two before, with hand uplifed to
strike. How many hundreds of times did
this last image of himself haunt his quiet mo-
ments He would have given all that he pos
sessed Of worldly things, if that one act of his
life could have been obliterated, if the page
of memory on which was recorded, side by
side, that other and better incident, could have
shown only the golden record.-T s. Arthur