The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1866-01-31

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ry Remington left his home. bIoated and
dis6sured body. supposed to be his, though
there were but few marks Of recognition
on the corpse, was found in the river.
Even then, as she learned the sad truth,
reason almost fed, and from that hour He
len Remington was changed woman.
Gathering her household treasures, she sold
the pretty tenement that was her own. a
gilt from her father. and bought a very
small cottage with Few humble rooms.
fhlther she moved with her little daugh.
ter, ~hnse artless prattle about papa stung
her poor heart sometimes almost to mad
ness. Relatives and friends offered her q
home, but though most keenly sensible Of
their kindness she refused them sll. She
wished no eye but that of God to be wit
ness Of her daily grief. and thus chose a
life Of independence, embittered though il
would ever be by remorse.
Ten years passed by, and yet Helen
Remington lived in her desvlate home with
her daughter, mourning and sorrowful
woman. bearing about her the conscious
ness that her passionate words. her want
at Christ-like forbearance, had sent soul
unprepared iato eternity. She still dress
ed in deep mourning. and those who saw
her said that such sorrow must be genuine.
for her dark eve was sunken and dim, and
the hair. though yet abundant, was mixed
with threads Of silver.
Ela-now growing into womanhood--
attended the village academy. Il was q
long distance iraln her home; but one day
she returned with her face flushed more
than usual. and standing in front Of her Ia
ther's portrait, she exclaimed,
%. how like il was!"
What are you speaking Of, Ella !" ask
ed her mother.
AS vas coming home, mother, saw
a gentleman who looked so much like poor
father. And he kept his eyes on me till
had passed him.
Who could il be, wonder: Where
did you see him, Ellaf"
AT the corner Of the avenue. opposite
out academy. lie was in carriage, and
the horses-therr were two-steod quite
still, as they had been standing long while.
lie looked at all the girls as they came cut.
but at me, fancied. more than the rest"
1T was only your Imagination, my
DEAR" said her mother quietly, though her
hear was strangely stirred.
" But, indeed, neither, he looked so much
like fathers portrait-you cant think how
exact il was like only he was more port
y. and not as fair. But he had the same
color in his cheek"
Helen Reminglon's heart beat faster
but il was not because oil hopes or fears.
No-the nererto-be- forgotten scene Of that
last night came up so ylyidly before her,
that low cry of anguish escaped her lips,
and she hurried from the room.
The next day Ella came home with a
new story. The stranger, who was so like
her father. had visited the school, and con-
yersed with the teacher, who, al his re-
quest. had sent hume a small sealed note
by her. Ella was very pale, and trembled
as her mother opened the mystic paper.
No sumner had Mrs. Remington glanced q;
the handwriting than all consciousness left
her. and she fell back in a fainting tit. Ell
Ia. frightened. and unknowins what course
10 pursue, rsn for the nearest neighbor,
and in short time her mothers room was
filled with sympathizing though incopsid
crate friends.
The paper. child. the note" were the
first words the mother uttered, when she
came TO consciousness. " Blessed note
he is not dead then. did not kill him.
am not murderer. See--here is his own
hand writing"
"MY DEAR WnE-I am no longer q
drunkard--will you receive me back to
your love now that have conquered nv
seIli Most humbly do | ask this boon,
conscious that do not deserve it--but
promise that. in time to come. | will be q
faithful. loving, temperate husband to ,our
God helping me-"
AT that moment the door bell rang. El'