The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1868-05-14
JOB G0LDING's CHRI TMAs.
BY LOUBE- CHANDLER MOUIF0N.
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The messengeF--he had forgotten
about her3 He turned-and she was
standing there. like a spirit, on his
hearthstope, with her cleaning gold-
en- hahn He hooked at her, and saw
her fathers bread. fuiLDb roWd and
though tful eyes, and below them the
sweetness Of her mothers smile. dis
erandchild-hisl His heart throbbed
chokiugly. He grew hungry to clasp
her-t0 feel her soft arms cllnglug
round his-neck, her tender lips kiss
ing aWawthe FurrowsK of lis hard hte-
from his face, but be feared to startle
her. He tried to speak gently-he,
to whom gentleness- was 50 new and
strange
$ Come here little girl he said;
and she went up to him feariessly.
Can you tell me how etd-you are,
aud what your HaIne-is3
Il am eight grandpa, and my
name is Amy.
Another Amyl He fell the great
sobs rising up ftom-his heart but he
chOked them back
What have they told you about
me?' he asked Der, anxiously. Could
il be possible, he wondered, that they
had not taught her to hate-him?
They always told me that you
were far away toward where the sun
rose; and if | were good they would
fetch me to see you some day. And
every night | say in my prayers,
" God bless papa and mamma, and
God bless grandpa.
Whpafidat ahey Fetch You; WHIT
made you come alone?
- . Mamma said she would surprise
you with your big grandchadJ They
are waiting at9the hotel, and. John is
down stairs 33Hhey want you to- come
back with ME. Will you, grandpa.f =
Mrs. OsgOod looked on In wonder,
as her master came down stairs and
put on his overcoat - came down
holding the child's hand in his, her
golden hair floating beside him. Was
that old Jon Golding?
He stepped into the carriage. In
which the caFeful Mistress Amy had
sent her messenger. The horses did
not go fast enough. He being In
fever OF impatienee,- but the child
hand in his quoted him.. Through
1t all he was wonderinV vaguely
what it meant-whether he was him
self, or some one else.
At last they were there, and the
child led him in-=Up the long hotel
stairs, across the hail -and-corridCr-
until at length she opened a door and
said cheerily,
Mamma, here ) grandpa"
His head swami He was fam to
sit down, and there were his own
Amy's arms about his--neck. Why
had he never knowa.whd he lost in
losing the sWee tness1 Of cher love,
through all these vanished years?
He held her fast, now, aud heard her
voice close to his ear
7 Father, we are reconciled at last?"
= | don't know, daughter, until you
have told me whether you've forgiven
me 80 II "A az
. There should be no talk about
forgiveness, she said You went
according TO your own lights. Tt Isl
enough that God has brought us to-
gethet again In peace / Thought no
one could resist my little Amy, least
of all, her grandpapa. F" Is .''l3t
He looked up and the child stood
by silently; the freight glittering ID
her golden hair, her face shining
strangely sweet He put out his arms
and drew her into them, elsewhere
no chIld, not even his own, had ever
/ nestled before. U, how muchrhe
had missed ia life, BE thought. He
/ felt her clinging hold around his neck
her kisses dropped upon his face
like the plying dew from Heaven,
and he--was 1t himself or another
soul in his placer
Here, father Amy's voice had a
cheerful ring to it, and her happy
married life had made "a con ented,
matronly appearing woman Here
are Harry and the boys waiting to
speak to you"
He shook his soH-in Jaws hand
heartily Old teuds, old things were
over now, and all Twas become new.
Then he looked at the beys-sfx years
Hal, three years odd Georgia +brave,
Il merry little fellows 6fa- whom he
/ should be proud some .1ayS only
I they could never be-t0lIin quite like
| this girl in his arms-his first found
grandchild.
He sat there among them. sur
rounded by the peace and warmth of
/ their household love, and felt as if a
new lifeehad rcNmex1He did notms
away uhtillo1e SfteE hv the rules 81
+ any well-orjered nursery, those three
/ pairsge bGght httle eyes shaptls ia Ne
i beenHeFRseddlns sleep but Ithey mn6t
all sitsap fQIseesf Ae1last efggFapapapa;
/ WheRuatfleagthshe Wentl AleItpid 4he n
/ that they nRusi eli eomet homeltao hini
on the1sAeFEeW Trfh eEeR HERsti gbe9ihG
Il ore istq ylng 5le tel SOW hem his Bis
4lhnesome house was Wajtlng tpRthen1
III / Tomorrow is Christmas" his