The Plymouth weekly Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1860-1869, 1861-11-14

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heard light step. and pleasant voice
saying:
Did you wish to see my father Sir ?
looked up. There stood a pretty
sweet faced maiden of twenty. not much
changed from the dear little sister l had
loved so we'll l looked AZ her moment.
and then s,illing the tumult of my heart
by mighty effort, 1 opened my arms, and
said
Lizzie. don't you know me?'
Harry F! Oh, my brother Harry = sic
cried and threw herself upon my breast.
She wept as if her heart would break.
could not weep. l drew her gently
into the lighted parlor. and stood with her
before them all.
There was . rush and cry Of Joy and
then my father and mother sprang towards
ME. and welcomed me home with heartfelt
tears Oh. strange and passing sweet is
snch greeting to the wavworn traveller =?
And as held my dear old mother to my
heart. and grasped my fathers hand
while Lizzie still clung beside me. I felt
that all was not yet lost, and though an
other had secured life's choicest blessing.
many Joy remained for me in this dear
sanctuary Of home.
There were four other inmates of the
room. who h ad arisen on ny sudden en-
trance. One was the blue.eyed child whom
| had already seen. and now stood by
Frank Chester. clinging to his hand.
Near by, stood Lizzie Moore, Mary 8
eldest sister. and in a distant corner. where
she had hurriedly retreated when my
name was spoken. stood tall and slender
figure, half hidden bv the heavy window
curtains that fell to the floor.
When the first rapturous greeting was
over. Lizzie led me forward with a tim id
grace. and Frank Chester grasped my
hand.
Welcome home. my boy he said with
the loud. cheerful tones remembered so
we'll You have changed so l should
never have known you--but no matter for
that--your heart is in the righ: place. l
know
How can you say he ia changed = said
my mother gently. To be sure he looks
older and graver, and more like a mau
than when he went away--but his eyes
and smile are the same as ever. 1t is that
heavy beard that changes him. He is my
boy STILL
Aye mother answered sadly, Il am
your boy still.
God help me! AT that moment fel,
like boy. and it would have been bless
ed relief to have wept upon her bosom,
As had done in my infancy. But l k,pt
down the beating OF my heart. and the
tremor of my lip. and answered quietly
as looked in his full. handsome face.
You have changed. too. Frank. but
think for the better
oh yes-,hank you for the compliment.
he answered with laugh.
My wife tells me grow handsomer ev
airy day
His wifel could | hear that name and
keep silent still?
And have you seen my little girl?' be
added. lifting the infant in his arms and
kissing her crimson cheek
Il tell you. Harry. there is no, another
like her in the United States. Don't You
think she looks very much as her mother
used to?'
Very much l faltered.
.Halol cried Frank. with a suddennes.
that made me star. violently. Il Ihave forgot
ten to introduce you to my wife; I believ.
you and she used to be plsymates in you,
young days-eh. Harry and he slapped
me on the back For the sake Of ole
times. and because you were not here a
the wedding, | will give you leave TO kis
her once--but mind. old fellow. you don
repeat the ceremony. Come-here she is
and for once l will manage those ferociou,
, mustacbios Of yours in the operation
He pushed Lizzie. laughing and blush
ing. toward mel A CLEAN Of light anc
3 hope. almost too dazzling to bear. cam,
ever me. and cried out. before / thought
Not Maryl
II must have betrayed my secret to ever,
+. one in the room. But nothing was said J.
g even Frark. IN general so obtuse. was thi
! time silent. kissed the fair cheek of tn,
young wife. and hurried to the silent 6gur,
n looking out Of the window.
. 'Mary--Mary Moore said in low
D eager voice: have you alone no welcom,
s to give TO the wanderer?.
I She turned and laid her hand in mine