Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1873-01-30

tained, and from the evidently admir-
able constitution Of the patient, a
rapid recovery might be anticipated.
Emily had observed with steady COM
posure the examination by the accom-
plished surgeon, and with equal steadi-
ness listened to his lucid report, but
the words speedy reco very were too
much for her, the revulsion too great.
She tainted, and was carried from the
room, thereby divulging, if need there
were, the feelings which she bore to-
wards the sufferer.
MIR. Bingly, who had left home early
that morning, obstinately silent even
to the frenzied entreaties of his now
alarmed wife, was punctual to the
instant.
Dolly, my dear said the chemist,
that's Bingley's ring; l can tell the
agony of suspense in every vibration
Of its subdued chime. Leave the room,
and let me deal with him alonc.--Well,
my dear sir, have you thought of what
told you last night? are you prepared
to meet your son, if he be your son. as
Christian father should?
i am, 'solemnly exclaimed Mr.. Bing-
ly. IF my son has brought wretehed-
ness upon himself by his rashness, it is
not for father to increase it at such
time. Oh, let me see him, that NAV
tell him SO before he die.'
Then, am l commissioned to relieve
your mind: the name of the sufferer is
Henry Hervey.'
How inconsistent Is poor human ma
ture One would suppose that this relief
from his worst fears would have been a
JOY to Mr.. Bingly, and yet it came on
him like disappointment. His very
soul had so yearncd to the sufferer, that
to find he had no claim on him, seemed
like violent deprivation. Are ysu
sure there is no mistaken
oh, none whatever said the chemist
Here is letter which had accidentally Y
dropped on the floor. You see the ad
dress is Henry Hervey; and here is a
memorandum apparently in his own
handwriting
n film came over the fathers ewes; or
was it his trembling hands that prevent
ed his reading the scroll? But, letter bv
letter the handwriting of his son smote
upon the fathers vision. Is my son
alive, Mr.. Tisck?
Dear me-bless me can he be YOUR
son after alli asked the chemist with
great glte. Your son. lie lives. and
Remember your promise The chemist
looked at Mr.. Bin.ly, and saw, from the
expression of his countenance, where
the seraphic smile OF gratitude and devo-
necessary question. Now, come and
see YOUR SON.
The father approached-noiselcs-ly
approached-en by the bedside, took
his sons hand, and, pressing it to his
lips, murlnured:
Harry
Can YOU forgive me, father?
All, all-even the worst, as | hope
to be forgiven
A nd shn2 fuinfIy aJlal ~,
A spasn shook the strong and naughty
man; but his better nature prevailed.
yes, Harry; il yours, she is mine
Emily family but ioyfully ejaculat-
ed the young man.
Emily echoed the father; surely her
name was Sarah
~ father, yon could not suspect that?
It's Emily Triebner, an orphan, whom
Iyeutured'
The iother started to his feet in speech
less ainazemcnt. Emily Triebncr. the
orphan child of my best and dearest
friend, who was consigned to my care
after her fathers death, and reported to
have been lost at sea!'
Come, come,' interposed little Tisick
with ialtering voice, aud after rubbing
his eyes with his handkerchief; this
may be too much for NY patient. Mr..
Bingly, when you've done embracing
Emily. | II trouble you to come down
stairs, when shall again tell you to go
home; but this time to comfort your
wife with the news of . recovered son
and happy marriage; and above all,
with that best of all joys-thc conscious
ness that, amidst much tribulation, you
have been able to attain to the high and
holy attribute Of unqualified forgive
ness.'