Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1859-07-28


a silver haired man, pausing before Mr..
W~ellington's door.
Widow Lee ?" repeated Eugene, re-
garding the stranger with much interest
Widow Lee sleeps yonder; she has lain
there four years."
The old man leant heavily upon his
cane; his soft clear eyes filled with tears.
!" Isabel, dear Isabel is she indeed gone?
Did she leave any children ?"
Yes, a daughter, sir shall I show
you the way? | think you must be some
friend of the family p
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 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 vour own blood! | feared thev
were all gone"
"List!' said his companion. "That
is Amy-no singing bird makes melody
as sweet. 1t seems as if the poetry that
once shone in her eyes now warbled in
her voice. Amy is blind, Captain May
nard-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 shed bitter tears that one so beauti-
full, so good. as he knew that his dear
sisters 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 sofs cheek.
81 am learning to be very happy"
HE dared not utter his hopes but he
felt sanguine that something might yet be
done to restore the lost .eyesight. He
was wealthy-she was his all. The best
skill in the country should be put. to: the
test.
Amy Lees life seemed brightening.-
DR.. NJ, a distinguished o%culist, had
seen her, and expressed his opinion, with
out doubt, that all might be as they fond
ly hoped but it would take time, much
care, and great patience.
Amy requested that Eugene might lie
present when the trying moment came
Her hand lay in his, Oh, if it should be
dark, again, Eugene Ives | will be calm
Now he bandage was removed ; and ut
tering a joyful cry | see, l see, thank
Heaven !"-she threw herself in her uu-
Gle arms.
We will now return to Herbert. He
had been very unfortunate on his imme.
date arrival in town in securing a va.
cancy as uader clerk in the rich wholesale
establishment Of Mr.. Emery. He felt
that his greatest chance Of success lay in
a close application to business, making
his employers interest his own. For five
years he laborcd assiduously, and was
then rewarded 10y an offer of partnership
which he at orce accepted. He seldom
went home, and when he did, his visits
were short aud unsatisfy ing. True, his
mother greeted him with the old love,
the father with evident pride, Eugene
kindly, and yet Herbert thought he was
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 year 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 young
talented, with the faireSt prospects,
None suited his fastidious taste.
There were times when a girlish form
tripped smilingly before him; but he shut
the vision out, vainly seeking in the big
world its counterpart.
"a letter from home! !" said Eugene
Wellington, late one morning, as he en-
tered his brothers room-(he had CONS
to town the day before.) Il forgot tc
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, l 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 thinga,"
Eugene picked it up, glanced at the
title of the book mentioned, carefully
Ijotted it down in his mind he was not
rich, but he had enough to crafty his
father when he expressed a wish for a
triaing thing. His eyes fell on a card.
" What is this, an invitation to Mr..
Maynard's? l have one too-met the
gentleman last night, and he insisted on
my being present.
"YouI' said Herbert, regarding him
for a moment in blank surprise; and then
added with a smile, 1t must be a mis-.
take-he is a new comer-no doubt he
took you for - n got mixed uE
you see-Mr. Herbert Wellington, in.
stead Of Eugene"
81 think not" said Eugene ; at any
rate, | shall go. They say his niece il
very lovely. | ardently admire a beau
tiful face, and could not forget SO rare