Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1860-12-01
The Lost Found.
AN OLD MANS STORY.
BY ANNA RAYNoLD.
Absence with all its pains
lis by this charming moment wiped {

Absence with all its pains
is by this charming moment wiped away"
THoMPsoS.
1t was the close of calm and lovely day,
III the month of June. The sun was slowly
sinking behind the hills, it's last rays linger-
ing in splcndor upon the far off mountains,
and tingng the azure clouds that leaned
against the western sky, with bright crimson
and golden tints. An old man, pale and
weary, with tears trembling on his cheek, sat
by the roadside, and as the shadow of the
hill fell upon him, sigh after sigh burst from
his burdenod heart and he exclaimed:
"Oh it is all in vain | cannot find
them, and we shall never meet again till we
greet each other beyond the dark stream of
death, and the old man wept aloud-wcpt
as a man seldom wceps, though every hope
be blasted, and his heart crushed and bleed
ing.
a fair woman was walking showly along
leading boy of three years. The wailing
of the old man vibrated painfully upon her
ear, while her heart went out in sympathy
toward him, and following the impulses
of her generous nature, she drew near and
said:
Are you i'll and suffering?"
So gentle were her footsteps that he was
not aware of her approach until she spoke,
and then with wild startled expression he
gazed wondcringly into her sweet face with
out replying But in gentle tone she re-
peatcd the question. Then he said:
am feeble and weary, and would gladly
welcome death as friend-now have 10
home-then, [ shall be at rest"
"The night dew is falling, and you must
not sit here My home is near come
with me, and you shall have food and shell
ter, and when rested can continue your Jour
ncy."
Slowly and with tottcring footsteps, the
Old man followed her to the pleasant parson-
age upon the outskirts of the village, where
he was kindly cared for and in the morning
wassomcwhat refreshed. Thanking the young
pastor and his wife for their kindness to a
poor wayfarer, the Old man turned to depart
but when they say how feeble he was they
urged him to remain another day, and with
grateful smile, he took scat Oh the piazza
saying
Such Kindness deserves confidence I
am not ta vagrant, and if it would not weary
you, will tell you the story of my life"
We shall hear it with pleasure" said the
pastor, while his wife drew her chair near him,
and taklns her boy in her arms badc him
llston to the old man S story
81 once had pleasant and happy home
In distant city, and as gentle and loving
wife and beautiful child as ever gladdened
husband, and fathers heart had com
pctcncc, but | wished for wealth that
might surround my family with all the Gle
gancies and luxurios of life; so having an. al.
vantageous offer to go to India / closed my
business here, and leaving my wife aNpd child
sailed in merchant vessel bound |for Cal.
cutta While on the Indian Occan$ we en-
countcrcd severe northeastcrly stoNm, and
for many hours we were driven at the, mercy
OF the wind. The vessel sprung leak, and
constructing two RATS VIC left the sinking
ship and trusted ourselves upon the trq( q(achcr-
Gus waves. There were six on the ratt with
me, and one after another died till only two
were left. All night we had lain almost mo
tioncss upon the raft, expecting each moment
to be swept off and find a watery gyave be-
meath the angry, surging billoy The last
rav OF hone departed; l-by to my