The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1873-06-27

rooted 10 the ground; Lne uOg ndu
got up again and gone near the chill
dren; then he looked at hiH master
and wagged his tail. 1t seemed as
if he wished to say:
Don't drive my guests awayw
At that sight great change came
over the man; the spectacle before
him acted like an elertric shock, and
feelings such as he never had be-
fore seemed to stir within him.
The children had risen, terrified
at the call of the man, fearful of
punishment for having eaten, with
downcast eyes. AT last, after seve
raj minutes silence, the farmer said:
"Are you really SO hungry that
you do not even despise the dogs
food? Comein then, you shall have
something to eat, and all you like. "
And then taking them by the hand
he led them into the house, calling
out TO the servant, "Biddy, get some
hot bread and milk for these chill
dren, and be quick"
The dog had shamed his master
the brute had shamed the man.
Touched by what he h&d seen, the
farmer was anxious TO make amends
for what his conscience showed him
to be a great sin. He seated the
children at the table, sat down by
them and kindly asked their names.
"My name is Lizzie, said the eld
est, and my sister is called Mary"
"lIave your parents been dead
longg"
@Our father has been dead two
years, but our mother only died last
week"
At the thought oftheir recent loss
both children began to weep.
Don't cry, children" said the
farmer kindly. "God will in one
way or another take care OF you.
But tell me now, where did you come
from?'
@From Loughrca," replied the
child.
@From Loughrea2' asked the
man, "from Loughrea? That is
strangew
He began TO suspect the trnth,
and asked hesitatingly:
"What was your fathers nameY
"AIartin Sullivan" replied Lizzie.
"What - Martin - Martin Sulli-
van" he exclaimed, jumping up at
the same time, and casting q piercing
glance at the children. thoroughly
frightening them.
His face grew red, then tears came
into his eyes; at last he sobbed
aloud. He took the youngest child
into his arms, pressed her to his
heart and kissed her. The child
struggled and called to her sister
for help; she could not think what
the man meant. Then he put down
the little one and did the same to
Lizzie, who took it more quietly, as
she had seen that he did not hurt
her sister. At last, becoming more
composed, he dried his tears and
said:
"Do you know my name children?"
NO. replied Lizzie.
GLOW happened it then, that you
have come to meY' be asked. elias
any one sent you to me?'
Nobody has sent u.s." replied
Lizzie. "We were to go to Kilburn,
where a brother of our father lives,
and they said he would gladly re-
ceiye us. But l do not believe it,
for our mother always said that he is
a hard-hearted man, who does not
care for his relations"
"Your mother was quite right
when she said so" said the farmer.
''But what will you do if this hard
hearted man does not receive you?'
"Then we shall have to starve,"
answered Lizzie.
mo, nor' exclaimed the man
quickly. at shall never come to
that-never! Dry your tears. The
merciful God has had pity on your
helrlessness, and has made use of |
fierce brute to soften the heart of
your uncle, and therefore he will |
never forsase you-neverr'
The children looked at him in
utter bewilderment; they did not
understand what he said-his words |
and his behavior we're alike strange
TO them. This he soon perceived, |
for he added, "You are going to Xii |
burn to Patrick Sullivan; you are |
already there! l am your uncle,
and now that know you are the
children of my brother Martin, ] |
make you welcome"
The children's tears quickly |
changed into smiles, and the meal |
which Biddy just then put on the
table for them made them forget
their grief. Patrick Sullivan had
taken his farm about a year before.
A kind Providence had directed the
children's steps to him; but if the
dog had not taught him lesson of
kindness, who knows what might
have become of the poor orphans.
But He who is the Father of the
fatherless would surely not have for
l.