Cincinnati daily press. [volume] (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1860-1862, 1860-03-30

| well, | think it's likely story; but don't
teaze me any more. Your brother has
married poor girl, one whom forbade him
TO marry, and won't forgive him IL they
starve together
This speech was addressed TO lovely girl,
scarcely eighteen, beautiful as the lily that
hides itself beneath the black waters. She
was parting the silvery locks on her fathers
high handsome forehead Of which hers was a
miniature, and pleading the cause other de-
linquent brother, who had married in opposi-
tion to her fathers will, and consequently
had been disinherited.
Mr.. Wheetly was rich old gentleman, a
resident of Boston. He was q fat, good
natured 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 story of his
own exploits in our Revolutionary battles
filling the passing hour. He had two chill
dren, 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 beautiful girl he was married
and"
Il think its likely" said the old man; but
don't tease me; open the door little, this
plaguey room smokes so"
"Well," continued Ellen, won't you just
soc her now--she is so good; and the little
boy he looks so Innocent"
SWhat did you say2' interrupted her father
"a boy have | grandchild2 Why, Ellen, |
never knew that before, but think its likelyl
Well, now give me my chocolate, and then
90 TO your music lesson"
Ellen left him. The old mans heart began
to relent.
SWELL" he went on, "Charles was always
good boy, little wild or 80 at college, but
never knew he would disobey me by marry
ing this poor girl yet as my old friend and
fellow soldier, Tom Bonner, used to say, we
must forgive. Poor Toni l would give all
my old shoes TO know what ever became of
him. If | could but find him or one of his
children. Heaven grant that they are not
suffering. This plaguey smoky room, how
my eyes water. III did but know but who
this girl was that my Charles had married;
but have never inquired her name. I'll find
out, and -
81 think it's likely" said the old man.
Ellen led into the room beautiful boy
about two years old. His curly hair and rosy
cheeks could not but make one love him.
"Who is that2" cried the old man, wiping
his eyes.
"That-thats Charles's boy" said Ellen
her arms around her fathers neck,
while with the other she placed the child on
his knee.
"Grandpa, what makes you cry so2'
The old man clasped the child to his bosom,
and kissed him again and again. After this |
emotion had little subsidized, he bade the
child tell his name.
Thomas Bonner Wheatly," said the boy;
am named after grandpaw
"What do / hear?" said the old man;
Thomas Bonner your grandfather
"Yes," lisped the boy, land he lives with
me at -"
Get my cane," said the old man; "and
come Ellen; quick child"
They started off at 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 swarthy limbs
showed how unable he was to perform the
necessary task. His lovely daughter, the
wife Of Charles, was preparing their frugal
meal, and Charles was out looking for en-
ployment to support his needy family.
'Its all my fault" sobbed the old man as
he embraced his friend who was pctrified
with amazement.
"Come," said Mr.. Wheatly, "come all of
you home with me; we will all live together;
there is plenty of room in my house for us
all"
'By this time Charles had come. He asked |
his fathers forgiveness, which was freely |
given, and Ellen was almost mad with JOY.
80, how happy we shall bep' she ex-
claimed, "and father will love our little
Thomas SO, and he'll be your pet, won't he
father?"
"Aye," said the old'man; 81 think it's very
likely"