Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1867-10-09
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When Emily reached her mothers side,
she was surprised to see the invalid sitting in
her arm. chair, with TIE clear and unmistake-
able light of fully restored reason in her eyes,
and flush q joy upon her pale cheeks, that
seemed like the heart Of some inward and
lasting rapture,
sob, MOTHER" cried Emily, you look
so well, so happyl you have not looked
so since poor father was lost at sea, ten years
ago."
You remember the day, the dark and bit
ter day, my child,' replied the mother, and
with voice clear aud musical, "when We
were told of our great, cur inGaite loss You
were but child, eight years old, and then We
lived in New York"
g Mother, mother |" exclaimed Emily, clasp
ing her parents neck, and kissing her fondly,
"you have regained one-half ofall l lost then,
for, dear mother, you have regained your rea'
son. pray cur heavenly Father that it may
never wander ain'
81 feel that it will not, my child. ow
listen to mc, and hear what has, by the mercy
Of God, restored my long lost reason. Ten
years ago We were happy in New York, for
each day we looked 10 see your dear father
return and when his ship was signaled in the
bay, do you remember how we romped and
danced?'
.Ah, mother, do not recall it now" sobbed
Emily, as her mind sketchcd the scene with
mcmory's unfaiing pencil.
"Thcn came, not your father, bat Graham
Stiles, who had been his mate. He told US
that your. father had been slain among the
islands of the Pacific by the savages, and that
you had no father, no husband, We no home
aud then l ssoohed, TO revive and swoon
again, aud so on suffered till my reason was
deserting ME, and conscious that was 60
ing mad, and fiercely struggling against that
madness bit mad grew, to grow half sane
sai;, as l bave been for ten years, till this
evening, when, as If from tie gravc-as if
from heaven, rather-camc he who stands
behind you"
Emily, who was knecling before her mother,
ugto her feet and turned swiftly around.
There, with arms wide oulstretchei, with
eyes that beamcd like stars, stood tall and
noble featured man, though his hair was as
white rs snow, ard many lurrow Of time
aud grief crossed his face.
My daugLterl Ny Emlyl" said the
stranger.
"My father DEAR dear father !" cried En-
lily, as she s2rang within those fond arms,
which clasped her to a bosom bursting 10 give
vent to fathers love, pent up for many d'ca-
ry, weary years.
Yes said he, when transport bad yielded
to gentle and unalioyed delight, 81 have at
last returned to happiness, af.cr having been
most miserable for ten long years. Graham
Stiles, villainous vrc:ch planned my capture
by tie savages Of those distant isles-sold
me, in fact, ard rsurped all ny property, both
o. sea aud land. lie was my riva! for tie
hand Of YOUR mother; ard hating NE for
years, because won the precious prize, con
summatcd his fury By striving to make cr
husbaEd!ess, that he might make her lis.
Your poor mothers Illness and insanity frus-
t.ated the full accomplishment Of purpose,
and some lingering feeling of reruorse, per
haps repentance, las prompted him to give
you both shelter and support. Yet, all that
he has IS mine, though he has amassed much
money as broker since he lorsook The sea.
Ny phantom pursued him then. A year ago
escaped from my bondage, and wandering
homeward, learned in New York, from my
| old friend Lewis-the father of that Willie
Lewis who loves you--so his father says-that
Graham Stiles lived here. l FASTENED hither
and as soon as your mother saw INC size knew
me; and the. mind, so long enthralled hy
grief is row, by the blessing of Cos, made
fair and free by joy. Rcnaio with your
mother, till / return. see Graham Stiles
!. know his form, spare and erect as ever
coming from the lawn. ] will meet lin, and
assure him that my present Happiness grants
him pardon for past misery"
And kissing his wife and daughter, Captain
Henry Lee stepped from tie house to meet his
betrajcr.
Pacing noodily, with eyes bent to the
earth, and bis hands clasped behind him,
Graham Stiles was slowl7 advancing. He.
miserable wrc:cl, was dreaming then Of mur
der! Haunted already by the cow ction
that Captain Lees life lay red and damnipe
upon his banda, he did not scruple to scheme
for tie s:.cedy commission of another.
William Lewis must die! or my heart
newly born to second life by second love, will
turn 10 gall and ashes in my boson," he NUT
tered. 81 have gold, and gold will kill a;
we'll as lead Or steel. know man in New
York-an old shipmate of minc-who vii
rid me Of this William Lewis for handful
of the gold begiu to despise, as think d
Emily Sire
"Graham Stiles!"
lie lifted his eyes with n spasmodic jerk o
the shaggy brows, as il the voice that spoke
that pamc had been dagger, thrust into the
very core of his heart.
A shriek, a yell of horror-wild, piercing
and uneartLly-pealed from his lvid lips, a'
his blood sprang to bis heart in one mighty
spasm of terror, leaving his hair on end, hE
face like bleached bone, and his limbs quiv'
cring in the awful ague of guilt born dread
T. II0nru CO I, hn chartered from his dan.