Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1860-03-28
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A Pretty Story.

We'll, think it's likely story but don't
tease me any more. Your brother has mar.
ried a poor girl, one whom | forbade him to
marry, and won't forgive him if they starye
together"
This speech was addressed to a lovely girl
scarcely eighteen, beautiful as the liiy that
hides itself beneath the black waters. She
was parting the silvery locks on her fathers
high handsome forehead, of which hers was
q miniature, and pleading the cause of her
delinquent brother, who had married in on.
position to her fathers will, and conse-
quently been disinherited.
Mr.. Wheatly was a rich old gentleman. a
resident of Boston. He was a fat, good ma
tured old fellow, somewhat given to mirth
and wine, and sat in his arm chair from morn
ing until night smoking his pipe and reading
the newspapers. Sometimes a story of his
exploits in our revolutionary battles filling the
passing hour. He had two children, the
disobedient son, and the beautiful girl before
spoken of. The fond girl went on pleading.
|, Dear father, do forgive him you don't
know what a beautiful girl he has married,
L think it's likely said the old man but
don't tease me open the door a little, this
plaguey room smokes so.'
WE'LL continued Ellen, won't yoa lust see
her now-she is so good and the little how
he looks so innocentY'
What did you say p interrupted her faith
er ; a boy have a grandchild ? WHY, Ellen.
never knew that before but l think it's
likely. Well, now give me my chocolate,
and then go to your music lesson
Ellen left him. The old mans heart began
to relent.
Well he went on, Charles was always
a good boy, a little wild or so at college, but
never knew he would disobey me by mar
rying this poor girl yet as my old friend
ana fellow soldier, Tom Bonner, used to saw.
we must forgive. Poor Tom l would give
all my old shoes to know what ever became
OF MIN. If could but find him or one of his
children. Heaven grant that they are not
suffering. This plaguey smokey room. how
my eyes water. If did but know who this
girl was that my Charles has married but
have never inquired her, nan. I'll find out.
and
think its likely said the old man.
Ellen led into the room a beautiful boy
about two years old. His curly hair and ROSY
cheeks could not but make one love him.
Who is that ? cried the old man, wiping
his eyes.
That-that's Charles boy said Ellen.
throwing one of her arms around her fathers
neck while with the other she placed the
child on his knee.
Grandpa, what makes you cry so p
Inc OLD man clasped the child to his bo-
som, and kissed him again. After this emo
ton had a little subsidized, he babe the child
tell his name.
Thomas Bonner Wheatly,' said the boy, 1
am m after grandpa
what do 7 haarSf co;J Al
Inomas Bonner your grandfather P
Yes isped the boy, and he lives with
ma at
Get my cane said the old man and come
Ellen ; quick child
They started off at a quick pace. which
soon brought them to the poor, though. neat
lodgings of his son. There he beheld his old
friend Tom Bonner, seated in one corner
weaving baskets, while his swartby limbs
showed how unable he was to perform the
necessary task. His lovely daughter. the
wife of Charles, was preparing their frupal
meal, and Charles was out looking for en-
ployment to support his needy family.
|. It's all my fault sobbed the old man as
ne embraced his friend, who was petrifed
with amazement.
|, Come said Mr.. Wheatly, come all of YOU
nome with me; we will all live together;
tnere Is plenty OF room in my house for us
BY this time Charles had come. He asked
MS 1athers forgiveness, which was freely
given, and Ellen was almost mad with ioy.
y, how happy We shall be 7 she exclaimed
and father will love our little Thomas SO.
and he'll be your pet, won't he father |?
'Ay, said the oldman; | think it's very