The Evansville journal., 1866-09-14

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1t was late when the Governor !
came in, later still when he sought |
his room. AS he drew near the door |
Fred's little face was upturned. 1t |
was a pleasant face, just then, rosy
with the light that the sun of dreams |
sheds upon the valleys of sleep; and |
something-it may have been the
sound of the Governors footsteps
had set his lips ajar. Out from the
truthful lips came low ripping
| sounds, -, .-.r-..-...- -.'.."
Was it the memory Of a little child
at home that made the Governor bend
and listen? So - - -, -
!" We we're starving, OIL so dreadful,
dreadful hungry; aud mamma was
sick with having no food for two days;
and when he brought it. home we
were so glad, Jenny and [; won't
/ you forgive ?s-and the rest was MUIR
INJURED too low; mortal ears are not
attuned to the sounds, and the Cover
nor heard them not. ta41 T. p
He laid his hand on the sleeper's
head, and Fred aweke.d 1t was a
moment ere he could comprehend
4 where he was; but a look down the
long hall, and the face bending above
him, convinced the boy that the Gov
ernor had come home. 9se hab
-" I've broughtyo your boots, sir,7 Fred
faltered forth, terrified at first but
sudden vision of his father, alone in
the prison, inspired the boy. The
father outweighed. the Governor, and
in his own childish way, Fred told the
story Of hunger, and theft, and prison
of mother and Jenny; of Oracle and
her cross; of the face in, the gallery,
and the face in the shop; of the week
of labor and the bringing home of the
i last package that he might tell his
story The Governor listened in 81
lence to the end.id aig3aa aida '*+i
What is your fathers name, my
boy?"' he asked. -, ..,.,... l,,i,.sg
l. Fred gave the name proudly, for the
!. boy was proud of. his father, though
prisoned for.theft. i. 3 ..s.sltsss .''.'
d The Governor of the State made an
appointment with the son of a thief
i for the morrow, and from out of the
:, great hotel, with Its cleaning front of
marble, Fred went forth. More than
one city officer staid the child to ask
if he were lost, the hour was so Later
Epast midnight. a ~ bsa % ).
4 When Fred's bounding steps beat
! their steps up the stairs, wan sweet
face had tears upon it. The boy had
determined to keep his secret well,
! firmly to the end of success or failure
, but the tears were stronger than he,
!. and before his mother had time to say
one word, Fred exclaimed; $ Mother,
! I've been to see the Governor all this
: time, and he says if / have told him
every word true, that he will let faith
I, er come home and keep his birthday
Q with us; and you know / told him
9 true, don't you, mother?" asta .f5ss4
e What light was that, which came
from the hearts inner realm, and lit
i up the wan, sweet face, suffused still
with tears, as Fred crept up very
, closely and hid his face? It was the
Z same that looked in at the pounds o.
: flesh from the. strong mans eyes
7 God himself lit it, angels watch it, tht
. last great burning shall not queucE
/ its light; the name thereof is s-whis
q per it softly. human hps-tis Love
e The Creator baptized Adam and Eve
q into it with the Eden dew, Iai-
q Two days thereafter came the faith
er's birthday. It was Fred's hands
7 that turned the prison-lock; it wa
le Fred who gave the words: /" Come
father, come homel the Governor
n says you may; and the face tina
looked in at the open door, whose
- could it be2 1t was strangely like
lee that which bent to hear the word
a that came from a sleeping child twt
y, nights before. ' ssss y efise.i --nas
n, It was the evening of the birthday
z, The basket had been duly borne vi
"a the stairs the night before Graci,
knew not that the thief had burst hi
T. prison bars. Upon the door ther
re came Knock - s99uuoG b,ss
I'd Graeie's fair face peeped in. |" Ma
at bring my uncle with meT' sh
ut All eyes were fastened on 9 Uncle
a as he entered ia 9lli e saued .9s
We Fred started with a sudden pull a
to his mothers dress, and. whispered
:. why, Uncle is the man ] carry hom
work for!' ti'afs @ssiftf r ''sA'''
III f. ''It is my lifelong enemy who ha
!. | been giving food to my perishing dar
ID lings, mentally breathed the lat
thief and prisoner. g-,o.
he The wan, white face of the wife an
mother grew strangely sorrowful q
as she thought, /" It is one whom / coul
is not make happy years age" -ai 4o
III Uncle" and Grace were gone---a
Ou anxiety was laid to rest forever whe
IT. Fred whispered to Jennie, It's
on glad birthday" So. se,e, -T3lil.
The boy had given the burden /
ID. the song whose note shall never di
he away.
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