The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1869-11-23
RICHMOND, WAYNE CO., ND,

azure clouds therein. Let us appeal
from the injustice and twiekedness Of
earth to the goodness and mercy OF
Heaven! !!
The banker gave low, sobbing sigh.
Il cannot look up, Helen,' he answers
ed, with passionate trein or in his voice
-sonly down, down at the grave that is
opening before me 2 S. ass5sra q ,aa8o
t. Mrs. Preble continued to stroke his
forehead softly, while she lifted her
pale face to the sunlight streaming into
the apartment eaa22 ls5aE So
Look up, Morton-always look up "
| she again enjoined upon the invalid.
During ali these fourteen years Of ago
ny, 1 have not once doubted either the
goodness or the justice Of Heaven.
BLESSED are they that mourn: for they
shall be comforted.' believe that we
shall yet rejoice more keenly than we
| have mourned, and that we shall come
to q glorious day of Joy beyond all this
/ long night Of sorrow -.z 80,
The face Of the invalid lighted up with
an answering glow, and he murmured
Glorious faith My wife, you are in
deem blessed comforter. Perhaps, af-
/ ter all, you are right
A knock resOunded on a side-dOor at
| this juncti,re, and the next moment DR..
Hutton, the family physician, for whom
Mrs. Prebie had sent, entered the room.
lie was an old man, portly in figure,
with white hair and beard, but with
fresh and ruddy complexion, a pair of
4 shrewd blue eyes, and with an exhuber-
ant boyishness of manner that sat we'll
upon him. He had & kind heart and
clear head. He approached the sofa af-
ter greeting the husband and wife, and
lifted the thin restless hand Of the iuya-
lid. feeling his pulse.
Quite high fever he said, after
brief pause. Worrying again, eh, Mr.
Preble? You are wearing yourself out.
Medicine will do you no good SO long
:. rs your mind is in lis present condition.
must give yon an opiate-'
Not now, DOCTOR interposed the
banker. Il eaDnot-must not-sieep to-
day / need to be broad awake now,
for L cannot tell at any moment what
| the next may bring forth. am look
ing for the culminaton of all my years
OF anguish-for the crowning agony of
the whole. Perhaps even now Ah,
what was thatY
de started up wildly, and then, as the
sound that had disturbed him was not
repeated, he sank back again on his
cushions, pallid and painting
The Doctor looked al Mrs. Preble
with an anxious, questioning glance.
; 1T is the anniversary she replied to
his unspoken inquiry-sthe anniversary
Of our loss
'Ah, yes, said the doctor. 4 remem
ber'
Yes, it's another Of .hose terrible
days. cried the banker, in hollow
: whisper. sit down, doctor, and I will
tell you the whole story. l can think
or nothing else to day, and am almost
: will with apprehension and anxiety.
Sit down.
DR.. Hutton drew up chair and seat.
co himself, his face expressing the doub
le solicitude of friend and physician
: 1ou knew us fourteen years ago, doc
tor said Mr.. Preble. We lived then
where we do now, in Il cottage on the
site Of this great mansion. There were
but the three of us-Helcn and I, and
our ;hree>year old Jessie: And it was
fourteen years ago to-day that our little
Jessie was stolen from US
Il remember it, said the doctor softly.
ct might she not have been lost, Mr..
Preble !? She went out to play in the
garden, if remember rightly, and was
, never seen by you again. She might
have strayed away ..5t
80 wo thought for whole year, doc
:. toi,, interrupted the banker. I'VE nev-
er dreamed that she had been stolen
We searched everywhere for her, and
, offered immense rewards for her recov-
cry. l employed detectives, but all to
no purpose. When our little Jessie ran
down the steps into that flower garden, ,
> > and he pointed to the front of the house,
eas if the earth had opened and swal-
' lowed her up, we never saw her again
She must have found the gate open,
: and wandered out suggested DIR. Hut
ton. She might have strolled down to
the waters and been drowned
The banker fixed his burning eyes
upon the physicians face, and whisper.
ed
i said we never saw the poor child
again. / did not say we had not heard
" OF her. She was lost on the 9th of Au.
gust, 1854. For year we thought he,
e dead. But on the anniversary of oul
: loss we received written message con
corning her. e
"A message!' cried DR.. Hutton, start.
4 ing.
= mere scrawl--a single line in 8
hand evidently disgused,' 50 id the bank
: er. Here it is
: lie produced dingy scrap of paper
l from drawer in the table, and held i
Up to the view Of the physician, who
G read as follows:
4 August 9, 1885. Jessie, la, hal Jessie.'
. DIR. Hutton looked, with puzzled air
. from the scrap Of paper, which he turn
ed over and over to the countenance oi
= the banker. =
I can make nothing of this he de
!, ciared 1T is merely a date, with the
= = name fyour lost daughter. 1t tells me-
nothing
: Nor did it us, at first said Mr. Pre-
|, ble- Then that name and that date
= with the demon laugh connecting them
set us to thinking. A whole year We
agonized over the dreadful problem, and
then we received another mesaane