Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1867-06-20
The Lost Found.

grew stronger every instant, and the
clouds united In one mass, running on
in their dreadful course, threatening to
burst upon and destroy the fine little
city OF TerraciDe, situated on the Dor
ders OF the two territories. Already the
rain began to fall heavily and the dis
tant thunder sent forth its deafening
peal, when the college bell of the Bene-
dictine Monks was heard calling its in.
mates to prayer.
This college was reputed to be one of
the richest in Italy, and in it children
received the best education. From the
most distant cities parents sent their
heirs TO this place where the wealthiest
and most illustrous families Of Rome
and Naples confided their offspring.
This evening the children, being united
after prayer in the gallery which served
as an entrance to the church, were talk
ing together in low voice, from time
TO time interrupting each other to ex-
press their fears concerning the storm
which was beating against the windows
with great violence.
"What frightful weather !" said little
George, the son of great merchant.
"if one of you could tell Us a story,
it would turn our thoughts to something
else besides thinking OF that awful thun-
der which makes me tremb!e," said the
handsome Flora Elzey, an orphan heir
ess to a great fortune.
~ know one" said Samuel Rich,
yonth OF sixteen summers, that will
please you; it is the story OF Kathleen;
or, the Lost Found"
"a pretty title" they all exclaimed.
So saying, they seated themselves in
an attitude of listening, while Samuel
related his story, which ran thus;
might was fast closing upon the town
of AnHrs IA a young lady was hastily
returning TO her house. She was already
close to the gate, when her attention was
arrested by the cry of lamentation, and,
turning, she was acCosted by a little
girl, who came running after her and
weeping bitterly.
"'My grandfather sobbed the child,
lis dying 0, good lady, ne is dying,
and there is no one near him =
"These words OF woe melted the heart
of the lady, and she inquired of the
child if the residence Of the dying man
was far distant.
ait Is not far, replied the little girl
in pleading voice; and he is dying J.
she added.
az will follow you, my child, replied
the lady.
"And taking the child by the hand she
addressed a few questions as they passed
along. But the girl wept so violently
that her answers were inaudible.
"she led the lady through several mar
row streets, and at length paused before
an open door. 1t was evidently the
abode of wretched poverty. Without
any remarks the lady followed the girl
up the narrow stairs into room where
an aged man was lying, who had evil
IDENTIFY only few hours to live. The
lady advancedito the bedside.
"This was Kathleen, who hal about
fifteen years previously entered Paris,
when she was only IN her sixteenth
year. At an early age she had lost her
mother, anu WAS left alone with her
father. At Paris she received an intro
duction from TREND to young noble
man BY the name of De Wolf. An init
macy sprung up between them, which
ripened into love, ardent on both sides.
Kathleen asked her fathers consent to
be betrothed to the young Edward de
Wolf but he turned a deaf ear to her
so knowing that her father could not be
softened, she eloped one dark night from
her fathers house, and married the
young Edward, after which she went to
sheh the lustre of her beauty over his
splendid home.
when Edwards parents heard OF their
marriage, they disnherited him, leaving
poor Edward penniless. Poverty stared
them in the face, but the noble Edward
could not see his young wife starve, SC
he resolved to go North. Bidding Kath'
leen one fond adieu, he left her, never to
be heard from since.
when Kathleen gazed upon the coun-
tenance of the sick man who lay before
her, almost in the agonies of death, she
was struck with the idea that his gen
eral features were familiar to her; but
where to place them she knew not. Dur
ing her reverie the old man remained
seemingly unconscious OF her presence.
The next moment he exhibited the ut
most loathing and adherence, and rails
ing himself up in the bed by a violent
effort of strength, he podred forth tor
rent of abuse and blasphemy.
Kathleen was grieved. She remained
for time 10 silent prayer but when, in
violent tone, he babe her begone, she
fell upon her knees, and cried
"'Man, | will not leave thee until thou
shalt cease to blasphems God +
"Thera was silence in the room, only
broken by the heavy signs of the dying
sinner. Carrie, the little grand child.
was weeping bitterly. At this moment
the clergyman, who had been sent for
entered the room. The sight of the
minister of religion again threw the old
man into psroxysm of rage. The rev.
erened father, however, approached the
bed and addressed him In 50 mild and
geh lie manner as once more To soothe
his agitation. He exhorted him TO think
Of his soul-to hope,to pray, at the same
time holding the Bible before his eyes
The old man turned away his head, re-
peating in an agonizing Tone
40 my daughter my Kathleen
Kathleen was about to withdraw
but when she heard her name called she
started back. That voice-her fathers
voice-brought back remembrances Of