Sioux City register. [volume] (Sioux City, Iowa) 1858-1871, 1859-11-12

ment, but they had beeu sent back uno.
pened. and for, years no voice or toker
had come to tell whether she was dead o1
living. Therefore the mother looked shud
deringly into the shadow. haunted corner.
in the long twilights, and almost believed
that she saw there the facs for which hel
mothers heart yssrned, momeutarily, al
those long years. a
Judge Howard loved his wife too-Aoh
If she had but known il Every outlin.
Of that sad waiting face, every thread O
silver hair, was dearer TO him, now than
when bridal roses crowned the girl bride
he had chosen, but his lips never soothed
away the sadness Of that patie,t, loving
face. : 7as' ,ro@s'tt h'f-
"It is a terrible night be said at length
rousing himself from his long silence. h
the pause after these words you could h-a,
bow the wind shook the house, groaned
among the trees, aud sighed alsng the gar
den walk. Fl B.
"Yes, a terrible night his wife An
swered, with shudder. God grant nc
poor soul may be out in it shelterless."
"Amen l would take in my worst enc
my on such night as this." oi'..
His worst enemy; but would he have
taken his own child the daughter with
his blood in her veins, fed once at his
board, warmed at his hearth? Ifthis ques
ton crossed his wif.'s mind, she gave i,
no utterance. I"
"Shall light the candles, Rufus y she
asked meekly. d
"Yes, it is almost bed time. had for
gotten how long we we're sitting in the
dark. l will read now, and then We shal!
better be in bed.' r.'s
He drew towards him the Bible which
lay between the candles she had lighted
it had been his habit for years to read "A
chapter in it nightly. Somehow tonight
the pages opened at the beautiful, ever.
new story of the prodigal son. Judge
Howard read it through calmly, but his
hand trembled as he shut the Book.
"Hanuah," be began, and then paused,
AS il his pride were still too strong to per
nit him TO confess himself in the wrong.
But soon he proceeded, Hannah, do
suppose that was written for an example
for those who should seek to be numbered
with the children Of God. He is our
Father and his arms are ever open to the
wsnderer. Ny heart misgivcs me sorely
about Caroline. She should not have dis
obcyed me, but-do never disobey God,
and were should be if He measured to
me the same measure that have meted
her! Oh, Hannah never felt before how
much needed to be forgiven" ,.
- . ell =. ,.A
fast-she could not answer. There was
silence for moment, and then again the
Judge said restlessly-" Hannah!' and
abe looked up into hrs white moved face.
4" Hannah, could we find herr DO you
think she fves-our one child
God knows, my husband. Sometimes
| think she is dead. see her face on
dark nights, and it wears look of heaven.
ly peace. In the winds | hear voice
that sounds like hers, and she seems to
tell me she has found rest. But no, no J.
her face kind'ed--" she is not dead. |
feel it in my soul. God will let us see her
ye, once more. am her mother. shall
not die till my kisses have rested on her
cheek, my hand touch her hair. believe
have promise, Rufus.
"God grantit, Hannah and after those
words they both sat silently again, listen.
ng--listening--listening.
They had not heard the outer door open,
but now step sounded in the hail, and
the door OF the room where they sat was
softly nnclosed. They both started up
perhaps they half expected to see Caroline,
but it was on J their next neighbor, hold
ing by the hand child. She spoke ca
gerly, in half confused way, which they
did not notice.
"This little one came to my house,
Judge, but | havn't room to keep her, so
brought her over here. Will you take
her in 2"
Surely, surely. Come here. poor child.
Who bad ever heard Judge Howard 5
voice SO gentle? The little girl seemed
somewhat reassured by it. She crept to
his knee aud lifted up her lece. The Judge
bent over her. Whose were those deep
blue eyes? Where had he seen that pe
culiar shade of hair like the shell Of ripe
chesnnt Did he not know those small,
sweet features, the wis,tul mouth, the deli.
cate chin. His hands shock
Whose, whose child are you? WHAT'S
yenr name ?'
"Graes," and the little girl trembled vi
olently.
"Grace Hnntly," said the neighbor'.
voice, grown somewhat quivering now
=" Grace Huntly. You cannot help know
ing that face Judge. 1t is copy Of one
which belonged once to the brightest and
prrt les, face in Ashdale."
The oil man he looked very old now
shaken by the tempest in his strong hear,
as the wiad shook the trees without--dre~
the child into his bosom, with an eager
hungry look. His arms closed round her
as il he would hold her forever.
"My childl my child" burst like sot
from his lips, and then he bent over her
silently. AT first his wife had stood l,
in mute astonishment, her face alinos
white as the cap border. which trembet
around it. Now thought pierced he
quick aud keen as thrust Of sword -
She drew near and looked piteously int
the neighbor's eyes.
Is she sn orphan? Where is her mo-
ther?'
The Judge heard her and lifted up hi
head.
Yes he cried, "where is Caroline p
Have pity, and tell me where is Caroline
Before the woman could answer, an en-
yer voice called" Here, father, mother
here" and from the hall where she ha'
bcenlngering half in fear, Judge Howard
one child came in. 1t WAS the mother
breast to which she tottered forward, an,
threw herself down at her fathers feet.
Forgive me, father" she tried to say
but the Jaoce would no. heard her. Tn
angel at length troubled the deep water
Of his soul, and the wave Of healing oyeI
flowed his heart. He saw now, in It's tru
lifht, the self will and uniorgiving spiri
| which had been the sin of his life
lie sank nron his knees. his arms or