The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1859-09-21

h4nt oyerher. Whose were those blue, deep
ewes? Where had he seen that peculiar
shade of hair, like the shell Of ripe chest
nuts Did he not know those small, sweet
features, that wistfal mouth, the delicate
chini His hands shook.
Whose--whose child are you! What
is your name = ~
"Grace Iiuntly." said the neighbor's
voice, grown somewhat quiyering now
Grace IIuntly. You cannot help knowing
that face, Judge. 1t is a copy Of one which
belonged once to the brightest and prettiest
girl in Ashdale."
The old mamie looked very old now,
shaken by the tempest in his streng heart.
as the wind shook the trees oatside-drew
the child into his bosom, with an eager, hun
gry look. His arms closed around her as II
they would hold her there forever.
aMy child, my child" burst like sob
from his lips, and then he bent over silently.
At FIRST his wife had stood by in mute amaze
ment, her face almost as white as the cap
border which trembled round it, now a
thought pierced her, quick and deep as a
sword. She drew near, and looked piteous-
" into the neighbours eyes.
"Is she an orphans Where is her mo-
thers"
The Judge heard her and lifted up hi:
head.
EYES," he Cried "where is Caroline
Have pity, and tell me where is Caroline I"
Before the woman could answer, an eager
voice called
Here, father. mother, here"
And from the hall where she had been lin
gering, half in fear, Judge Towards own
child came in. 1t was the mothers breast
to which she chung frst--the mothers arms
which clasped her with such passionate cling
ing-and then she tottered forward. and
threw herself down at her fathers feet.
Forgive me, father" she tried to say
but the Judge would not hear her. The an
gel had troubled at length, the deep water o.
his soul, and the wave of feeling had over
flowed his heart. He saw now in its true light
the self-will and the unforgiving spirit which
had been the sin Of his life. He sank upon
his knees, his arms enfolding his daugh-
ter and her child, and his old wife crept t.
his side, and knelt beside him, while frou
his lips Mrs. Marsh heard, as she closed tn
door, and left the now united family to them
selves, this prayer:
Father, forgive US our trespasses. as w
forgive those who trespass against u.s.
Judge Howard had not uttered il before
for ten years.
After that night the Judges mansion wa
not only the stateliest, but the happiest HON
in Ashdale. Caroline Huntly had borne a
long as she could the burden of weight oil
her heart, and when it had grown too heav.
to be endured, she had started with her chill
for home. The stage had set them dow
that stormy night in her native village, am
the forgiveness for which she had scarcel
dared to hope, had expanded into wei
come.
The old people could not again spare thei
daughter, and they summoned Richard Hunt
ly home. A son, he proved, of whom an
father might be proud. and in afta- years a
shadows brooded over the peaceful dwelling
where once more children's feet danced roun,
the hearth-fre. and children's fancies bull
castles in the embers-no shadow, until tina
last darkness came which should be but tn
night before which will rise the calm morn
ing Of eternity.