The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1860-07-27
BLOCK, LIBERTY STREET.
MORNING, JULY 27, 1860.

He says I'm the only one short of old Eng
land, that can cook q Christian beef-steak,
and he always has something funny to say.
o, he's sugar and spice, too I!
a poor old widow, who served the house
from her thread and needle basket, opened
the door gently at this moment, and asked !;
'Is 1t true, ma a'am? IL Mr.. Sheaie 60
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'Thc Lord have mercy on the poor
Every new voice brought forth fresh
shower Of tears from Mrs. Ewing. While
matters were at this point. the door was
opened n crack, and Mr.. Shcafe said, in u
broken voice, Il nm going out for an hour;
when the carpenter calls, Mrs. Ewing, be
kind enough to tell him the boxes are ready
to nail up
Half an hour AFTER, when the carpenter
did call, Kate sprang up and said, Il viii
speak to him, mamma An hour or two
passed away, when Mr.. Shcafe came In. He
had pass key to the street door, and as he
opened it and shut very gently, no one was
appriscd of his entrance.
'0f all the men | ever knew, hc had tho
greatest rcpugnanco to scenes. lilo dreaded
dear Mrs. Ewing ingenious demonstrations,
so he stole stcalthily up the back stairs, and
first entered his lodging room. The door
communicating with his parlor was wide
open, and through it he saw his books were
replaced in his bookcase; he advanced little
farthcr-thc pictures were re.hung in their
places-a little farther still, and he saw Kate
Ewing standing on chair before his picture,
which she had that moment replaced, and he
heard her say, =,
Dear, dear Mr.. Sheefe-never, neccr shall
YOU loay. this house if | can helpit.'
My friend paused. Smiles were on her
lips, and tears in her eyes. 1t could no
longer be concealed that she was the heroine
of her own story. Hooked round upon her
children. Surprise and discovery were flash
ing from Anne Rcyburn's bright eyes. !,
Tho young girls cried go on mamma, and
what did Mr.. Shcafe sayT and What
could Miss Kate say?'
Il do not remember, my dear children. IL
was one of those rich moments OF liic when
much more il felt than said; but this ] know
very we'll, that from that time to this, l have
never repcnted tho repentance Of that morn
ing
NV friend was interrupted by the entrance
of her husband. IIo had been into tho
village and brought homo n basket OF fruit,
which hc throw among the childrtn. HIS lace
khad that expression Of beamins, patcrnal
happiness, which came from tho conscious
ness that his footstcp, once covcr his threshold,
was tho welcornest sound ever heard there.
think there was slight struggle in Anne
Rcyburn's bosom, as there will be when old
ideas arc giving place to new ones, but 1t
was soon over. A joyous light flashed from
her soul us her eye fell on her father, and
kissing her mother, she said, in n sublued
voice. Nobody, but yourself, mamma, would
have made me believe that yours was not a
love match in the beginning, as 1t isin the
end. Well, we'll, l have had many a dream
of love: if ever have such reality rs yours,
shall be quito content ..-..s--
The light just dawncd on Clara. why,
Anne = she exclaimed goodness, mamma
Mr.. Shcaf, indeed! Dear, dear Mr.. Shcaf.
II you had stabbed him. mamma, l never
would have forgiven you
A pretty family scene followed; chorus
of exclamatons,a a few tears, many questions,
some jokes ON the discarded patch, and a
ringing of laughing yoices-.hnt hero tho
curtain falls.