North Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1867-current, 1869-12-29
No. IL. McGREGOR, IOWA. WEDNESDAY, DEC 49, 1865

own employ but he was well'educated
gentleman, and would rise with time
Faithful, intelligent, persevering, respec-
ted-but poor. In that last word lay the
head and front of Harry Church's Offend
ing. He, Joseph Golding was rich then /:
he was far richer now: but, he could not
help asking it, what sp ei"l good were his
riches bringing him He was an old
man, the span of life running quickly on,
and he was all alone. Who would take
his gold then ? He could not carry it
along with him. All in moment--he
saw it clearly-the dreadful truth stood
naked and bare: his life and its object
had been mistaken ones.
"All alone all alone ~ he kept saying
to himself, in a sort of vague self-pity.
"sTve,toiled and worked for nought ~
But during this time, even now, as he
sat there, message of love was on its
way to him. Perhaps Heaven had been
preparing his heart to receive it
He heard ring at the door>bell
Heard it without paying attention to it.
Rings were nothing to him 4; people did
not come on business to his residence, and
of visitors he expected none. Down went
his head lower and lower with its weight
Of thought. s1'@
Meanwhile, two people were admitted
in the hall below: man and little girl.
The man had the appearance of staid,
respectable servant. He took off the
child's warm cloak and hood, and she
stood revealed: dainty, delicate creature
of some eight years old her golden curls
dropping softly round her face, with its
large blue eyes and its cherry lips. The
admitting maid, not knowing what to
make of this, called Golding's housekeeper
old Mrs. Osgood. The latter went into a
tremor as she came forward and looked at
the face.
ats Miss Amy's child !" she exclaimed
to the man, nervously. II couldn't mis-
take the likeness"
"Miss Amy's that was," he answered.
MRS. Harry Church she has been this
many year."
II know. 1t is as much as my place is
worth to admit any child of hers here
You are Mrs. Osgood." exclaimed the
little girl. Mamma said l should be sure
to see you
''Hear the blessed lamb And so she
remembers me-"
Ssh. talks of you often: she says yos
were always kind to her /: nobody but yo,
loved her,
swell, did love her. The old hous,
has never been the same since che wen
out of it. What's your name, my pretty
one?''
/ "Amy."
"Amy" repeated the housekeeper
lifting her hands, as if there were SOM
wond in it.
"And mamma said you would let me e
up alone to grandpapa."
And so you shaA," decided Mrs. Os
good, after minutes hesitation. ~ won
stand in the way Of it, let master be Al
angry with me as he will. He is up il
the drawing'room, all by himself"
The man sat down to wait. And tn
child went up alone.
"IIow did this come here ?-wh
brought it?" demanded Mr.. Golding, il
his usual imperious manner.
II did, grandpapa."
He sprane up at the soft timid voice, a
J if some fright took him, and started a
the lovely vision, standing there like
spirit on his hearthstone, with her whit
face and her cleaning golden hair. Wa
it real? Where was he?a Who coul
this child be? But, IS he looked, tn
likeness flashed upon him-and he grew
hungry to clasp her to him. 1t was tn
little Amy of the old days grown int
, beauty-for Amy had never been so won
drously fair as this.
"Come here, my child; don't be afraid
, Tell me what your name is"
"Amy, grandpapa."
, Another Amy! Grandpapal He felt tn
sobs rising up in his heart with gres
t flood of emotion; but he choked then
back.
"What have they told you about me !?
he rejoined, after long pause. "Havs
they bid you hate me?''
'They always told me that you wer
far away toward where the sun rose an
if l were good they would bring me to Sc
you some day. Every night l say in m
prayers, God bless papa and mamma, am
God bless grandpapa.
"Why didn't they bring you? Wha
made them let you come alone?"
Mamma sent me with John to give yo
the letter. was the simple answer. 18th
carriage is at the gate, waiting for me.
who is John ?''
"Papa's servant"
"And-where are they staying?
cat the hotel. We only got here this
morning"
| Mrs. Osgood, lowering in the hall
looked on in wonder. Her master wa,
coming down stairs. calling for his ha
and coat, and leading the child. He 20
into the carriage with her and it drov
away. Mr.. Golding was wondering vag
uely whether it were real.
They arrived at last, and the child LEI
kim in, opening door at the end of
lend corridor. She spoke cheeringly.
! "Mamma, here's grandpapa. He said h
wonld come hack with maH