The Tiffin weekly tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1859-1868, 1859-11-04

Aee"VAi e"N "i9 Whie nv WV unpn To the
wandorer. My heart miseives mo so,ely
about Caroline. She would not have dis-
obeyed me, but---io ever disobey God,
and where should / be ifHe measured out
to me such measure as ! have measured
TO heri Oh, Hannah, | never felt be-
fore how much needed to be forgiven"
The mothers tears were falling still
and fast--she could not answer. There
was silence for a momeat, ndtben again
the Judge said, restlossly-"Hannahl"
and she looked up into his whito-movcd
face. "Hannah, could we find hcrl Do
you think she still lives--our own childi"
"God knows my husband. Sometimes
! think that she is dead. l sec her face
on dark nights, and il wears look Of
heavenly peace. In the winds hear a
voice that sounds like hers, and she seems
trying TO toll me she has found rest. But
no, no"-her face hndled-"she Is not
dead. feelit in my soul. God will let
US see her once more. / am her mother.
! shall not die till my kisses have rested
on her cheek, my hand touched her hair.
believe have promise, Rufus."
"God grant Il, Hannah" AFTER these
words they both sat silently again listen
ing.
They had not heard the outer door open
but now a step sounded In the hall, and
the door Of the room where they sat was
softly unclosed. They both started up
perhaps they half expected to see Caro-
lines but it was only their next noighbor,
holding by the hand q child. She spoke
eagerly, in a half confused way, which
she did not notice.
"This little one came to my house,
Judge, but hadn't room to keep hor, so
l brought her over here. Will you take
her imp
"surely, surely. Come here poor
child.p
Who had ever heard Judge Howard's
voice so gentlei Tho little girl seemed
somewhat assured by il. She crept to
his knee, and lifted up her face. The
Judge bent over her; whose were those
deep blue oyesl Where had he seen
that peculiar shade ofhOir, like the shell
of ripe chestnut Did no not know those
small sweet features, the wistful mouth
the delicate chinl His hands shook.
"Whose-whOse child are you'll What
what is your namel"
"Grace," and the little girl tremblet
visibly.
"Grace Huntly," said tho neighbor'r
voice, grown somewhat quivering now
l"Grace Huntly. You cannot help know
ing that face Judge. 1t is a copy of one
which belonged once to the brightest an,
prettiest girl in all Ashdale."
= The old man-he looked very old now
shaken by the tempest in his strong hear
as the wind shook the trees outside
+ drew the child into his bosom with an ca
+, ger, hungry look. His arms closed roun
> her as If they would hold her there fore
a over.
"My child, my child" burst like a so
from his lips, and then he bent over 81
!, lently. AT first his wife had stood by
n mute amazement, her face almost as whit
d as the cap boarder that trembled round Il
L Now a thought pierced her, quick an
7 keen as the thrust OF a sword. She drew
near, and looked piteously into the neigh
], boris eyes.
= "Is she an oPhanl Where is her moth
g erl'
= The Judge heard her, and lifted up hi
head.
10 "Yes," he cried, "where is Caroline
e Have pity, and tell me where is Caro-
+ linel"
J. Before the woman could answer, an ca
n ger voice called--Here, father, mothe
d here" and from the hall where she he
a been lingering, half in fear, Judge How
d ards one child came in. Il was to III
I mothers breast to which she clung first
r the mothers arms which clasped her wit
= passionate clinging, then she tottered foi
ward, and threw herself down at her fu
/, ther's feet.
f "Forgive me, father" she tried to say
+ but the Judge would not hear her. TIL
' angel had troubled, at length the dee
4 waters Of his soul, and the wave healin
y overhowed his heart. He saw now in il
i true light, the self-will and theungoverr
ing spirit which had been the sin Of hi
b life. He sank upon his arms enfoldin
= his daughter and her child, and his ol
q wife crept 70 his side, and knelt besid
= him, while from his lips Mrs. Marsh hear
q as she closed the door, and left the nol
united family to themselves, this prayer;
l. "Father forgive US our tresPasses, a
o we forgive those who tresPass againi
us"
J. Judge Howard had not uttered Il befoI
in ten years.
70 After that night the Judges mansio
b was not only the stateliest, but the hal
is piest home in Ashdale. Caroline Hun
10 y had borne as long as she could the bu
re den OF her fathers unforgiyen anger, al
when the weight on her heart had grow
le too heavy to be endured she had start'
with her child for home. The stage hi
r. set them down that stormy night in h
10 native village, and the forgiveness 4
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