Holmes County Republican. [volume] (Millersburg, Holmes Co., O. [Ohio]) 1870-1895, 1871-07-06

AI1LLERsBURG HOLMES COUNTY o. THURSDAY july 6, 1871

/ ton OF gOlu; ana Wnlle tneN nave
roof TO shelter 'em. the blessed dar
ling shares it with EN-
Don't ty, danma," lisped the
child, in pretty baby tones. Don't
ty-Toa loves oo.''
But Mrs. Kingston only cried the
harder, and with choking sensa-
ton in his throat. the farmer hur
ried out to the barn to ''do the
chores. Neither alluded to that
question again.
By-and-by the month of grace
slipped away, and then the mort
gage was foreclosed. and they were
warned to leave. The farmer sue
ceeded in finding little cottage
just about half 4 mile away, and
after a sad and painful leave-taking,
the kind old couple left their home,
expecting never to return.
Cora, the little waif, went with
them and by her. winning ways and
baby prattle, did much towards the
alienation of their sorrow. And
then. as though the measure of their
anguish was not yet complete, the
days grew darker still. The farmer
cut his footso seriously, while chop
ping in the woods, that he was laid
up for the winter.
what can we do?' he said, he
lay helplessly upon the pillow. Il
can not work for months, and you
and Cora He turned his face
away from those he loved, and closed
his eyes. Perhaps he prayed.
God is good,' said Mrs. King
ston, solemnly. There will be
some way yet; we amt goin' to
starve." ...,
But it looked very, cery dark.
They had neither food nor fuel
stored, nor money to purchase with
and bleak December's cutting winds
were filed with prophecy. Even
Mrs. Kingston was about to give up
hope. ...... ... .........
One day she sat conversing with
her husband, with little Cora play
ing on the floor beside her, when
suddenly there came sharp and
eager rap upon the door.
''There, mother, some ones
knockingr' said farmer Kingston,
uBeasily.
Il heard it, Reuben" she replied,
reading his thoughts. II s'pose it
is the doctor wanting his pay, but |
s'pose he won't be heard upon us,
after all. 1 hope so. leastwise-the
land sakesr'
For before she reached the door,
it was flung wide open, and in rush
ed handsome stranger, who caught
little Cora up, and straightway be-
gan caressing her, and calling her
his sweet lost darling.
'Wa-al, L never. Naow, stranger,
who be We, any way?'' she cried, af-
ter she had sufficient time to catch
her breath.
Then he told his story. He was
a city merchant, he informed them,
and Cora was his only child, her
mother dying when she was only
three days old. He then put her
out to nurse, and the nurse having
received her pay in advance, had
run away, and had left the child in
q little basket by the wayside-
where Reuben Kingston had found
it. The father had been nearly dis
tracted when the first grief was over,
had set himself to work untiringly
to find her. Link by link the chain
was put together, till now he stood
there with evidence complete that
little Cora was his daughter.
You seem to be quite poor" he
said looking hurriedly about the
room.
Then, of course they told the
story of the mortgage, not with any
thought of asking help, but only
that he might know that they were
not always so poor.
''How much is the place WORTH"
he asked. II mean how much could
you now purchase it for?"
"A thousand dollars" was the an
swer.
He took a piece of paper from his
pocket-book, wrote something on it,
then folded it within his hand.
'Will you keep Cora still
mean, if l will pay her board, and
let me come to see her occasional
.ly?" he asked.
WED gladly keep her for moth
ing" said Mrs. Kingston, sadly, 'if
we were only at our own mme. AS
it is, we'll have to take whatever YOU
will give
He slipped the folded paper into
her hand.
Il can not make long stay at
present." he said. Il shall come
again one month from now; per-
haps you will have moced before
that And kissing Cora once
more he left the room abruptly.
"Did | everr.' cried Mrs. King
ston, her cap frills shaking more
violently than was recorded in the
opening of this story. "Ftre thou
sand dollars! as I'm living sinner,
and thanking us beside. Wa-al, l
never seed the beat ont, but, Reu
ben, here's the check
So the baby brought blessing
in more ways than one.