Smyrna times., 1871-07-19
WHOLE no. $50


ye think sac | can tell ye there is ma mortal
warmly replied; then added, . And where hae
ye lost the Scotch frae your speech ?"
I'm India--in Calcutta, madam"
"Ay, then is likely ye ken something Of
my son, Malcolm Anderson"
"Andcrsou?' repeated t. c visitor, as though
striving to remember. There may be many
| of that name in Calcutta; but is your sou a
rich merchant, man about my age and size,
with something such iigurehead?'
! My son Is rich merchant, replied the
widow proudly " but he is younger than you
! by many long year, and, begging your par
| don, sir far BONNER. He is tall and straight,
wi hands and feet like assie he has brown,
curling hair, sac thick and glossy and cheeks
like the rose and brow like the snow, and
big blue cen, wi CLINT in them like the light
of the evening star. Ma na sc are a guild
enough boy, dinna doubt and decent wo-
mans son.
Here the masquerading merchant, consdera-
bly, taken down, made movement as though
to leave but the h0spitablp dame stayed him,
saying, Giu ye hae travelled a the way from
India, yo maun be tired and hungry. Bide
bit, and eat and drink wi us Margery, come
t down and let US set on the supper.
The two women soon prepared quite a tempt
ing repaSt and they all three sat down to it, Mrs
Anderson revercntly asking blessing. But
the merchant could not eat. Hewas only hun
: Cry for his mother kisses, only thirsty tor her
e joyful recognition yet he could not bring HIM
{ self tG say TO her" am your son." He
b asked himself, halt gricved, half amused,
i Where are the unerriug natural instincts /
:, have read about in novel>?'
i His hostess, seeing he did not eat, kindly
d asked if he could suggest anything he would
d be likely relish . thank you, madam" he
n answered, 1T does seem to me that | should
y like some oatmeal porridge, such as my mother
le used to make, if so be you had any.
le "Porridge?" repeated the widow. All,
of he means paritch. Yes, we hac a little lett
u fra our dinner. Gle it to him, Margery. But,
n mon, guess it is caud."
ID Never mind | know | shall like it." he
d. reioincd, taking the bowl and beginning to stil
sh the parridge with his spoon. As he did Sc
Of Mrs. Anderson gave a start. and bent eagerly
m toward him. Then she sank back in her chair
at with sigh, saying in answer to his question
,le ing look "Ye minded me o my Malcolm
er then; Just in that way he used to stir his
paritch-gieing it whirl and firt. All gir
ye we're my poor laddie?'
"Well, then, gin l were Malcolm" said the
merchant speaking for the first time in the
lie Scottish dialect, and IN his own voice; or gil
.rn yer Draw, and gray, and bent aud as old as
ct. am could you welcome him to your arms anC
nd love him as in the ould lang syne? CoulC
IN. you, mlther.
he IAI through InlS tOUcnlng HUE speech In
widows eyes had been glistening and he
TO breath coming fast but at that word, " NTH
lc, er, she spTanS up Win crF' anu totteiIng
he her son, fell almost faintng on his breast. Ill
zen kissed her; kissed her brow, and her lips AM
me her hands, the big tears slid down his bronze
He cheeks. while she clung about his neck ant
md called him by all the dear old pet names, an
pbt tried to see in him the dear young looks. By
to and by they came back, or the ghosts Of ther
'gs came back. The form in her embrace gre
1eh comelier; love and joy gave it second you'll
hen stately and gracious; the first she then an
ion there buried deep in her heart, sweet, beaut
ere, full peculiar memory. 1t was a moment
ike solemn renunciation, in which she gave up tt
n fond maternal illusion she had cherished
q long Then looking up suddenly into the fa
1th Of the midIleaged man who had taken Il
re- place. she said:
ace Where hae ye left the wife and BARNS
and At the inn, mother. Have you room IL
lv n US all at the cOttage?'
nav Indeed | havc-twa good spare rooms y
am. large closet wee stocked wi linen | hae be-
lady spinhlng or weaving a theSe rang years 4or
bath and the weans.
rson "Well, mother, dear, now you must rest
WV rejOined the merchant, teudcrly
.lth Ma, ma, | dinna care to rest till ye lay I
lren down to take my long rest There'll be til
Fairs enough between that day and the resurrect
man to tauld my idleneSS. Now 'twOuId be un
than irksome. But go, my son, and bring me t
the wife l hope | shall like her; and the bairl
and l hope they will like me-
II of have only to say that both the good v
and mans hopes were realized. A very hap
innd family knelt down in prayer that night, a
lost many nights alter, in the widows cotta
odg. whose climbing roses and woOdbnes were
outward signs and types of the sweetness a
the blessedness of the peace and love within.