The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1863-02-20
" MORNING AT ONE DOLLAR AND CENTS YEAR.
BIDDEFORD, MAINE, FRIDAY MORNING,
cross him but his hatred for myself was one

cross him but his hatred for myself was one
Of the ruling passions of his life. was
high.spirited, passionate boy, and my pa.
tience was soon exhausted. Daily my fathers
anger was visited upon me for some petty
fault, till, driven desperate by persecution,
ran away from home.
For two years my life was passed work
ing hard for my breadas newsboy in Phila.
delphia. I had, fortunately. money enough
for my passage from New York, and some
thing to purchase my first bundc Of rapers.
Then. under the exposure, fatigue, and lone
ly homesickness, my health gave way. Twas
very i'll. but from that illness dates the change
in my life.
The landlady of the house where boarded,
q kind hearted woman, sent for DR.. Rivers,
one of the warmest-hearted. most eccentric
old bachelors that ever lived. Something
in his fororn little patient interested him and
he soon won my confidence. Twill not weary
you with the history of our friendship. Suffice
it to say, that rose from that sick bed to
become the adopted son OF my physician.
He was wealthy, and had me educated in his
OVID profession. Before he took me home,
he exactcd from me promise that | would
never return to my stepiather, and l willingly
gave it. Upon his death, / became, by his
will. heir to his property, and, having a
strong love for my profession, sought out a
quiet home where could at once enjoy my
practice, and the delight Of country life.
'And now, Nettie, comes the happy part
of my story. Ihavo found my mother, sisters
and brother free from the tyrant who made
my boyhood so wretched. was afraid they
would never forgive tho prodigal who so sud-
denly and sclfshly left them, and for weeks |
dared not speak. Last night my sister spoke
50 tenderly, SO regrctfully of the brother
whom she had lost that could keep silence
no longer shall never take the name they
have all adoped, but my mother is Mrs.
LOTUS, and my sisters are your friends.
Happy little Nottie! Spite of herself the
| joy she felt would spring up to bcr expressive
face, the dimpling smile to her lip. the color
to her cheek. And when in more tender,
earnest tone, Wilson preferred suit near to
his heart, there did not 1.-Two in Linwood q
proudcr, happier little maiden than Nettie.
With the frank simplicity ofa child, she
told him all her doubts and misery Of the past
fex weeks, receiving reiterated assurance of
his faithful love.
It was happy evening-the one that fol-.
lowed this confidence. In the parlor of the
big house, the newly-found brother brought
the blushing little Nettie to his mother, sis
ters, and brother, as claimant for love, and
most cordially was she welcomed. =.
They were oil standing round the piano,
when Emily struck the first chords of a duet
from Martha.
'Ah, Em vsaid Wilson 'can you ever guess
bow. when you played that once before, |
was longing to rush at you like a maniac and
clasp you in my arms?'
You showed it in your eyes, said Nettie,
in low tone that reached his ear only I;
from that duet dated all my dream Of misery
,Andmy hope ofhappiness.' he said softly,
dates from these strong chords. -Godeys
Lsndy Book,