The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1860-07-18

Twas not found The only one who
could have given them clue, the lit
| tie girl who had taken him to the cars,
was dead. Subject to the Group, she
had an attack that same evening that
her parents came home, and died, even
as the crier's bell startled the neigh
i borhood. 49,
AS long as there was hope, Mr.
Lewis kept up bravely but when at
length even the most ssanguine of his
| friends gave up, he sunk under the ter
srible blow and for many weeks lay pros
/ trate in delerium. Pale and weak,
looking more like corpse than liy-
/ Ing mar, the early spring-time found
him in the ears bound to western
village. His physician had recon-
!. mended country air and food, quiet
| and seclusion, and the waters of a min
eral spring that was famed for its heal
! ing properties fa /.
| He became the inmate Of an old-fa-
! shioned farm house and. followed the
prescriptions of his medical adviser to-
| the letter for althogh life had lost its
charm to him, he was too truly Chris
tian to murmur forever, and resolved
hereafter to be father to thc fatherless.
/ he was lying one day on the lounge
in the little parlor, half asleep when
H suddenly sentence dropped by some
one under the window startled him
like an electric shock, and in a mo-.
ment he was on his feet and listened
keenly.
/ He had heard fer some time, the
subdued whispering, but had not mind
ed it, till one Of the voices exclaimed
in o louder tone, and they've never
found ont where it come. from, or who
owned it.-Such little child too
"0f whom do yon speak, my
friends ? :"
The men looked up. A face Of
ashy paleness met their glance
/" Tell me: for the love of heaven
tell me, " The voice was hoarse and
nearly choaked with sobs.
T /" Why sir, | was just telling. Jim Of
a queer kind Of case that hap
pened last fall here. A little boy
b,sing found one morning on the widow
| AlltN's door step, and no one ever be-
! ing able to find where he came from,
He's bright little fellow too, hand
some as pictsre, with blue eyes, and
long curls hanging on his neck"
t Gould be tell his naneg !" The
question was gaspea rather than spo-
ken. s,
20 yes, That IS his first name,
He said his name was Eddie, and bis
mother was dead, but he had pa,
and an auntie. /. He loved his pa, but
his auntie was cross and used to whip
him and shut him up, and, one day he
ran away and got into the cars. Poor
child. But he's been well cared for
this winter, for the widow Allyn is a
| first rate old grandmother sort Of a
body, while her daughter Ellen is one d
the sweetest girls you ever saw. She's
been mother to hin all winter, an6
, the child inst hangs on to her as if sht
was her own flesh"
Where do they live ? /" W B.
!" About three miles from here, OF
the turnpike" ~ M
|, I'm give you this, if yon'll take NJ
there this afternoon. And Mr.. Lew
!, is showed the man a half eagle ~
"I'll do it sir. I'll hitch up in /.
i jiffy. Maybe, sir, yon know samethin
of,the child r" -ls {
VI Never. mind what ! know; hurry.
AL These three miles seemed ten. to tn
r impatient father, and when at last tn
= little white cottage came in sight. b
s trembled in every nerve, while col
sweat oozed from every pore.
h There they are. Ellen and the chil'
h Amt she o, beauty, and he too7 !"
is Mr.. Lewis took in the scene at
,f glance. A lovely young girl was SCI
e ted on the threshold, her lap filed wit
It lilac boughs. The child was pluckir
IS off the purple blossoms. aud handir
y them to her one at . time. AS she tot
them she strung them on thread, sin
is ing all the while c;srol that rivall'
se in sweetness the songs Of the robin
n. the e.top that waved over her, !
at ct is him. my own lost Eddie" a.
ID sprirging from the carriage, he dart
is up the walk and snatched up the chill
ae nearly snothering him with kisses.
Don't you know me Eddie 7 = pr
ID ting hin down at last and looking T
rs little fellow steadily in the eye.
es q Yon look like my pa some, OF
ut he wasn't So white, "said The child
ID ter the lapse Of severed moments, d.
Ie ing which he eyed him stead ". i
OF g Put your hand 10 my vest peck
,e. Eddie y
% The littleleng obeyed and drew foi
he smallsmcroccos Gaze. His eyes spa
sr. led as he saw land s.xclaimig.
o. mine; it's mine Santa Claus put i
he my stockings;;" he opened It and
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