Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1870-06-01

yet here rs M mortal memory like
thirs," the widow somewhat warmly
replied then added "And where hao
ye lost the Scotch fra your speech p
"ln India-in Calcutta, madam"
"Ah, then it's likely ye ken some
thing Of my son, Mr.. Malcom Ander-
SON."
"Anderson z" repeated the visitor,
as though striving TO remember.-
"There may be many of that name in
Calcutta; but is your son a rich mer-
chant, man about my age and size,
with something such q figurehead z"
"My son is a rich merchant" re-
piled the widow proudly, "but he is
younger than you by many q long
year, and begging your pardon, sir,
far BONNER. He is tall and straight
wi hands and feet like a lassie's be
had brown curling hair sac thick aud
glossy, and cheeks like the rose, and
a brow like the snow, and big blue
cen, wi a CLINT in them, like the light
of the evening star. Ma ma ye are
guid boy, ! dinna doubt, and a de-
cent woman's SON."
Here the masquerading merchant,
considerably taken down, made a
movement as though TO leave, but the
hospitabe dame staying him, "Gin
ye hae travelled a the way from India,
ye mann be tired and hungry. Bide
bit, aud cat and drink wi US. Mar
gerry, come down, and let us set on
the supper"
The two women coon provided
quite tempting repast, and they all
three sat down to it, Mrs. Anderson
reyercntly asking y blessing. But
the merchant could not eat. He was
only hungry for bis mothers kisses,
only thirsty for her joyful recognition;
yet he could not bring himself to say
TO her. 81 am your son" He asked
himself, half grieved, half amused,
"Where are the unerring natural in
stincts ! have read about in novels"
His hostess, seeing he did not eat
kindly asked if he could suggest any
thing he would be likely to relish. 81
thank you, madam" he answered, "it
does seem 20 me that / should like
some oatmeal porridge, such as my
mother used 10 make, il so be you
have any"
"Porridgew repeated the widow
"Ah, he means paritch Yes, we hae
little left fra our dinner. Gle it him,
Margory. But mon, gues it is cauld."
"Never mind, | know | shall like
it" he rojoined, taking the bowl, and
beginning to stir the porridge with
his spoon. As he did so, Mrs. Ander.
son gave a start and bent eagerly to-
ward him. Then she sank back in
her chair with a sigh, saying, in an
swering TO his questioning look;
"Yo mind me o my Maloom, then I;
Just in that way he used to stir his
| paritch-gieing it a whirl and a flirt.
Alb gin ye were my Malcom, my poor
laddie ~
"Well, then, gin were your Nal
com, said the merchant, speaking for
the first time in tho Scottish dialect,
and in his own vuice; cor gin yonr
Draw young Malcom were as brown,
and bald, and grey, and bent as old
as | am, could you welcome him to
your arms and love him as in the dear
auld lang syne' Could you, dear
mithery"
All through this touching little
speech, the widows eyes had been
| glistening, and her breath coming
fast but at that word, "mither," she
sprang up with cry, and tottering
10 her son, fell almost fninting on his
breast Ho kissed her; kissed her
brow aud her lips, and her hands, the
big tears slid down his bronzed checks,
while she elung about his neck aud
called him by all the dear old pet
names, and tried to see in him the
dear old young looks. BY and by
they came back, or the ghosts of them
came back. The form in her embrace
grew comelior love and Joy gave il q
second youth, stately and gracious the
first she then and there buried deed
in her heart o sweet, beautiful, pecul
lar memory 1t was moment of sol
cmn renunication, in which she gave
up the fond maternal illusion she had
cherished so long Then, looking uI
suddenly into the face of the middle
aged man who had taken its place, she
asked:
owhero hac ye len the wife and
BARNS ~
"At the inn, mother. Have you
room for us all at the cottage "
"lndeed | have--twa good spare
rooms wi large closets, weel stocked
wi linen / hae been spinning or weay
ing a these lang years for ye baiIl
aud tho woans."
"Wcll, mother, dear, now you must
rest, " reioined the merchant tenderly
'Na, ma, | dihna care 10 rest till y,
lay me down to take my lang rest
| Thcrcll be time enough between tha
day aud the resurrection to iauld my
idleness Now twould be uncoirk
some. But 60, my son, and bring
me the wiio--l hope / shall like her
. and the BARNS ! hope they will lik'
me-"
/ have only 10 say that both th'
, good woman's hopes were realized
| A very happy family knelt down it
prayer that night, and many night
, after, in the widows cottage, whos'
, climbing roses and woodbines were bu
outward signs and types of the sweet
, ness and blesscdnoss of the love an,
peace therein.
Chicago stands aghast at the an
nounoement in newspaper that !
would hereafter openly advocate dc