The Cadiz Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1854-1864, 1862-05-28

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gain, aud then go away again forever, and
is-if God would let me. "a
sank. body and soul, beneath this blow, |
nd. hiding my lace in my hands, leaned |
gainst the door. The little one gaEed at me, |
Tioved and amazed; and put her pretty lips
5 il about to cry. while the perplexed Ser
ant stepped to the parlOr and called my sis
er to find out who it could be that conduct
d himself in such strange manner.
heard light step, and pleasant voice
aging:
"Did you wish to see my father, sir?'
Hooked up. There stood pretty, sweet
laced maiden of twenty, not much changed
from the dear little sister loved so well. /
looked at her a moment, and then sitting the
tumult of my heart by an effort, IOpened my
arms and said;
"Jennie, don't you know me?" 4.--
"Harry! Oh, my brother Harryl' she cried,
and threw herself upon my breast. She
wept as il her heart would break. / could
not weep. l drew her gently into the light
ed pArlor and stood with her before them all.
There was rush and a cry of JOY, and then
my mother and father sprang towards me
and welcomed me home with heartfelt tears.
Oh, strange and passing sweet is such greet
ing to the wayworn traveller. And as held
my dear old mother to my heart, and grasp
ed my hther's hand, while Jennie clung be-
side me, felt that all was not vet lost, and
though another had secured life's choicest
blessing, many joys remained for me in this
dear sanctuary OF home.
There were four other inmates Of the room
who had risen at my sudden entrance. One
was the blue eyed child whom had already
seen, and who now stood by Frank Chester,
cinglng to his hand. Near by stood Lizzie,
Mary Moore's eldest sister, and in distant
cornerr, where she had hurriedly retreated
when my name was spoken, stood tall and
slender figure, half hidden by the heavy win
dow curtain that fell to the floor.
When the first rspturous greeting was
over, Jennie led me forward with timid
grace, and Frank Chester grasped my hand.
s"Welcome home, my friend" he said, with
loud, cheerful tones remembered so we'll.
"You have changed SO would never lave
known you; but no matter for that--your
heart is in the right place, know"
show can you say he is changed?' said my
mother gently. "To be sure he looks older
and graver, and more like man than when
he went away; but his eyes and smile are just
as ever. 1t is that heavy beard that changes
him. He is my boy still"
"Yes, mother" answered sadly; Il am
your boy still.'' ~
God help me! Al that moment felt like
boy, and it would have been blessing re.
lief to have wept upon her bosom, as l had
done in infancy. But | kept down the beat
ing 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 l
think for the better"
"Ob, yes thank you for the compliment.
My wife tells me grow handsomer every
day." @ - vS..
His wife! Could hear that name and keep
silent STILL"
"And have you seen my little girl?"fhe
added, lifting the infant in his arms, ant
kissing her crimson cheek. l tell you, Har
ry, there is not another like her IN the Uni
ted States. Don't you think she looks very
much like her mother used to?''
every much" ALTERED.
"Hallow!" said Frank, with. suddennes
that made me start violently; n had forgot
ten to introduce to you my wife. l belev
you and she used to be playmates in you
young days. Eh, Harry" and he slappe,
me on the back. "For the sake Of old time
and because you were not at the wedding,
will give you leave to kiss her once; but min
old fellow, don't repeat the ceremony. Come
here she is, and for once will manage thes
ferocious mustaches Of yours in the opera
tion." 3-. ~-7e
He pushed Lizzie, laughing, and blushint
towards me. A gleam OF light and hop'
almost too dazzling to bear, came over mi
and cried out before 1 thought, "Ne
Mary"
1t must have betrayed my secret to ever
one in the room, but nothing was said; eve
Frank was this time silent. kissed the ia
cheek of the young wife and hurried to tt
silent figure looking out of the window.
"Mary-Mary Moore" said l, in 10
voice, "haye you alone DO welcome to gi,
the wanderer"
She turned and laid her hand on mine, an
murmured hurriedly:"I II am glad to see yo
here, Harry"
Simple words-and yet how blest the
made me! I would not have yielded up th,
moment for an emperor's crown. Thei
was the happy home group, and the det
home fresde and sweet Mary Moore! III
eyes had dreamed Of by night and by da
were falling before me-more beautiful tina
before. never knew till that moment Ii
meaning of real happiness.
Many years have passed since that happ
night, and the hair that was dark and gloss
then is fast turning grey. am growing ,
be an old man, and can look back to q lon,
happy and we'll spent life. And yet, swe,
as it has been, would not recall sing
day, for the love that made my manhood /
bright shines also upon me in my white hair
An old man? Can this bo SOP At heart
am as young as ever. And Mary, with ht
bright hair parted smoothly from her bro
that has slight furrow in it, is sill the Mar
Of my early days. 10 me she can never gro,
old or changed. The heart that held her
infancy and ahaltered har y,io,cix IN Hnc