The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1865-12-04
PORTLAND MONDAY MORNING, DECEMBER L. 1865

| Mr.. Frazier was profoundly disturbed; but
| even In his passion he was calm.
"Jane," he said sternly, II wish you to leave
| this house Immediately" sf
"Mr. Frazier rang the bell and to the waiter
| who answered it, said: 4s
"See that Jane leaves the house at once. I
have discharged her. Send her trunk wher-
| ever she may wish it taken. Here is the mon
| ey that is due, must not see her again"
| As the waiter left the room, Mr. Frazier
hugged his child to his breast tightly again,
| and kissed her with an eagerness of manner
that was unusual with him. He was fond but
| quiet in his caresses. Now the sleeping inn
pulses Of strong heart were all awakened
| In small back chamber sat pale. sweet
! faced, patient looking woman, reading letter
which had just been left her by the portman.
"Thank God," she said, as she finished
reading it, and her soft brown eyes were lift
I'd upward. ''It looked very dark" she MUIR
INJURED, "but the morning has broke again."
A light quick step was heard on the stairs,
and the door was pushed hastily open.
@Charles, DEAR"
The boy entered with excited countenance.
Il am going to get place, mother" he
cried to her the moment his feet were inside
the door. '
The pale woman smiled, and held out her
hand to her boy. He came quickly to her
side.
"There is no necessity for your getting
place now, Charles. We shall go back to Eng
land"
"Oh, MOTHER" The boys face was all aglow
with srmbeams.
Here is letter from gentleman in New
York, who says that he is directed by your
uncle Wilton to pay our passage to England,
If we will return. God is good, my son. Let
us be thankful"
Charles now drew from his pocket the note
which Mr.. Frazier had given him, and hand
ed it to his mother.
"What is this ?" she asked. It,iI
told me to give it to you"
The woman broke the seal. There were
three bank bills, OF ten dollars each, enclosed,
and this brief sentence written on a sheet of
paper:
"God sent your son to true friend. Take
courage. Let him come to me tomorrow"
"Who gave you this ?" she asked, her pale
face growing warm with sudden excitement.
"a gentleman. But l don't know who it
was. went into great many stores to ask if
they didn't want a boy, and at last came to
the one who sent you the letter. He spoke
roughly to me at first, and then called me
back and asked who was and about my moth
er. l told him your name, and how father
died and you were sick. Then he sat long
time and didn't say anything: and then wrote
the note, and told me he would get me place.
He was kind looking man, If he did speak
roughly at first"
"Did you see what name was on the sign?"
81 never thought to look" replied the boy.
81 was glad when came away. But / can
60 straight to the place." Erl EAkL1A
81 will write the gentleman note, thanking
him for his kindness, and you must take it to
him in the morning. How light it makes my
heart feel to know that we are going back to
dear England. God is good to MS INV son, and
we must be obedient and thankfuln
Just little before evening twilight fell.
word came up to the woman that gentleman
had called and wished to see her.
aGo and see who it is Charles.u she said t,
her son.
d "Oh mother! it's the gentleman who sent
YOU the noteln exclaimed Charles. in an un-
dertone. coming back quickly. aAnd he wants
to see you. Can he come up?"
There was a hasty glance of the woman,s
ewes around the room to see ifeyervtbinc was
in order. then a few slight changes in attire.
@Ask him to come uD. nv SOM She said.
and Charles went down stairs again.
A mans firm tread approached the door
IT was opened. and the bows mother and the
bows new found friend looked into each 9th
ers faces. %Et4 ff8ffEtf& lFt
ooh Edwardro ro fell from her Inns in a ouick
surprised voice. and she started from her
chair and stood strongly agtated before him.
He advanced, not speaking until he had tax
en- her hand "a t-H ST Iaa
sFlorence! I never thought to see YOU
thus" he said in calm, kind, evenly modu-
lated voice, but her ears were finely enough
chorded to perceive the deep emotion that lay
beneath. He said it, looking down into the
dark, soft tender, brown eyes. "Dut think
there is a providence in our meeting," he
They sat down and talked together-talked
over the things gone by, and of the causes that