The Portland daily press., 1865-06-09

'No, this is the place. replied the lady but
she added half aloud, 'Oh how changedg as
she handed to the driver his fee. - n.
The two men looked closely at the stranger,
who was evidently astonished at the Woe be-
gone dilapidatom and desoiation OF the cot
tage and grounds. Dick recognized her, and
said excitedly, George, that must be Lucy
Can yuu tell me, gentlemen,' asked the la
DIV, if Isaac Sims does not live here?' as
they bowed in respectful salutation. fla 4
He does not now, he lives down by the riv-
er there replied Dick, pointing In the direc-
tion OF the present wretched lodging place OF
Isaac Sims-'that is,' added he, ii be is still
iiving-he has been very sick and not expect
ed TO hve, and we were just going down to
see how he is.' all - IS = l7a77 4
win you be so kind as to call the coachman
70 RETURN replied she with much agitation,
ior. the coach was wheeling rapidly away
Dick ran out in pursuit, and, by loud hal
looing, stopped the receding vehicle, which
seon returned to the cottage. While this was
transpiring, Lucy Arlelearned from George,
IN brief, what had happened to her benfact0r,
and his present sad condition.
The three entered the coach, and were
driven with allsPeed to the poor hut down by
the river. IL ESs a.ss sss ssia .asiiaa Is. IL.
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Good angel, whom Jesus has sent, you look
like Lucy-Lucy Arle,' murmured feebly The
old man, rousing from soggy slumber, as he
caught sight of the visitant sitting by his bed
side; for she would not permit him to be sud
denly awakened when she arrived, but had as
certained his condition from bis sole attendant,
. poor, but kind-hearted woman Of the neigh-
borhood. ss8asasasH ssa5sae .a8i3-ls M
He had been given up for dead more than
once, but had ralIied-'but there is no hope
for him. said the faithful attendant, SO the
Doctor says.
Who is the Doctor?' Lucy inquired.
DIR. Camp, the town doctor, was the reply.
Oh can il bel Lucy had exclaimed, scan
1t be that dear Uncle Isaac is a pauperp
Just then the old man awoke, us we have
seen, and Lucy AIle ran to the bedside, and,
placing her soft hand upon his careworn
0roWs said softly, Uncle Isaac, am not an
angel, but your own Lucy, who has never
ceased to love you as her father and her saw
ior. Refreshing tears were the tears of joy
which were shed In thatreunion. = Il ~.
Lucy presence brought healing as by mir
acie. Her busy engagements in q foreign
land mad prevented her from communicating
with her benefactor for some time, and he had
begun tothink that she had forgotten him.
There was torture to his kind, affectionate
heart IN the thought But now she had come
70 MN IN his hour OF sOrest need had come
70 bring aim back to lite, and to eDjoyments
to which he had long been unused ia7i7s
Thus cheered in spirit, and supplied with
all needed bodily restoratives aud comforts
from Lucy Aries liberal means, he soon re- |
covered, and found himself back again. al |
length, in his former home, repurchased, re-
paired, supplied with everything necessary
for comfort, and adorned with taste. Thus
the bread of pity and cheer. which he had,
years ago, cast to the poor orphan girl in her
desolation, and which mad fed her and given
her strength to rise to noble life, had return
eu thousand fold, to bless him in his lonely
old age. "a E n ,7' 1l'''' -
Lucy Arle promised never to leave him, but
with her wealth and flial love to cheer him to |
ife's close. She fulfilled her promise, and the
old man always persisted that he verify did |
see IAN ange; when on his sick bed in the old |
house by the river, and no one but Lucy ever
attempted TO gainsay it. asi ales5 sssaS sa3is