The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1863-05-07
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NUMBER 4S.

lost wife had come out of the past to embrace
him there again.
q. time! B, miracle of life! o, wondrous d
vim law ever working in the broad day and
in silence and secrecy Of the night, when we
sleep, the same pushing forward the germ into
the plant, from the plant producing flower and
fruit, evoking new gems, creating all Things
new. each hour and each moment In the day,
parent and child forever.
Such thoughts whirled and burnedin the old
man's brain, as his daughter and grand-daugh-
ter Law in his arms and his tears rained down
upon their heads.
GLOW is it that we have never found you
before ?" asked Mrs. Upton, for she was the
merchants wife. Elbow Ihavelonged to hear
from you-to know if you were still alive. l
thought YOU must have died in a foreign land
but when my good husband here came home
this evening and told me he had seen an old
man calling himself Roger Johnson, something
said to me, deep i'll my soul, that it was you.
| told him of this scar upon your cheek that
YOU were my father. How | wished to go with
him when he went back to find you. But he
said the truth must be disclosed to you care
fully and by degrees, for he thought you i'll
and feeble, 80 l nave waited patiently for this
moment, when l could safely throw myself at
YOUR feet and call you father"
1T is not all a dreem; 1t is all real-you
are, you are my child!" said the excited old
man, 20, God be thanked! J"
'Amen!" said the generous hearted mer-
chant, looking on with glistening eyes.
sDon't weep, father" pleaded Edith, weep
ing herself all the harder: ''your trials are
now all over"
t'You nave every wish of your heart, and
all you will have TODD is to be perfectly hap
py p added her husband.
: eyes, YES !" said the old man 'but Why"
patting his grand-child's neck with tender
~playfulness, "why did you tell me your name
was Edith johnson"
|sThat is my name,'' replied the young girl
-'EEdith Johnson Upton. And If you are my
grandfather, l am so glad! l will love you
SO much !"
81 shall be afraid to go to sleep tonight"
unused the old man, 'for fear that when l
awake l shall find myself in Mrs, Stones attic,
and this will be all a dream that has passed.
But if it isn't a dream, there is one thing more
that is necessary to give me perfect peace OF
mind"
81 thought as much" laughed Mr., Upton.
Speak it out"
aPoor Mrs. Stone and her c~hildren-sone-
| Ill SIlODId DC bOlIC VI lCh AACSSNS -
from her brutal husband, and procure her ED
est son a situation where his time and his
talents will bring comfort to that poor fami-
ly."
.That shall be lone if there's any virtue in
money, said Mr.. Upton. "1s there anything
else Pr
'Nothing-only let me know your history,
my Edith"
E'You shall lie down, father, and l will talk
to you about myself until you fall asleep"
"Don't be afraid said the young woman,
tenderly, 81 will take care that you do not
wake up in Mrs. Stones attic
So the old man was conducted to a com
Portable chamber; and when he was perfectly
ensconced in the soft sheets of the couch, his
daughter came to him and sat by his side,
soothing him with gentle speech, until all hap
piness dissolved, and entered, Enthusiastically
mixed and interfused, into the fancies OF a
dream.
Late the following morning she went her
self to awake him. How soundly he slept!
His thin hands were crossed upon his breast.
There was a smile on the wan lips; but not a
%iuotion, not even a breath. Edith touched his
braw-it was cold. She felt his lips-they
were rigid and chilly. She did not shrek, or
sob, or shed a tear; but with a feeling of awe
she turned her eyes upward, and with clasp
ed hands, murmured =
90, God. Thy will be done"
No more earthly sorrow could the old man
know. A happy door had been opened to him
in his last mortal hours, and through it his
spirit had passed into the the blessed country
where alone perfect happiness and peace await
US.