New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1873-12-28

him, n kis sdug.ouF tbS nodsst sun
of e50, 0o0, the fes6le n one woek . clean M
We can imagine" continued the sprightly
journal, THAT no such misfortune L. likely
to overtake Hillside this season. And vel
we believe the Beacon man wants q rail
road" A few Journals broke out into
poetry. The operator at Simpsons Cross
ing teiegraphed to the Sacramento Universe:
'.Ail day the low clouds have shook their
garnered fullness down." San F. ancisco
journal lapsed into noble verse thinly dis
guised ~ editorial prose: "Rejcice, the gen.
tie rain has come, the bright and pearly
rain, which scatters blessings on the hills,
| aud sits them Ger the plain. Rejoice" etc
Indeed, there was only ono to whom the
ram mad not brought blessing, and that was
Pluukett. ..
In some mysterious and darksome way,
| il had interfered with the perfection of his
new method of reducing ores, and thrown
the advent Of that invention back another
Season. It had brought him down to an
habitual seat in the bar-room, where to
needless aud inattentive ears, he sat and
discoursed of the East and his family.
No one disturbed him. Indeed, il was
ruwOred that some funds had been lodge d
with the landlord. by person or persons
unknown, whereby his few wants were pro
vided for. His mdnia-tOr that was the
charitable construction which Monte Flat
put upon his cOnduct-was INDUCED even
to the extent of Monte Flats accepting his
Invitation to dine with his family ON Christ
mas day-an invitation extended frankly
to every one with whom the old man drank
or talked. But one day, to every bOdy's
establishment, he burst into the bar room
holding an open letter in his hand. 1t read
as follows:
"Be ready to meet your family ut the
new cottage on Heavytroe Hill, on Christ
may day. Invite what friends you choose.
"HENRY YORK"
The letter was handed round in silence.
The old man, with q look alternating be
tween hope and fear; gazed in the faces Of
the group. The doctor looked up sienit-
cantly after pause. ITS q forgery, evi-
IDENTIFY" he said, in q low voice; .'he's cum
ming enough to conceive it-they always
are-bnt you'll find he'll fail in executing it.
Watch his facet Old man." he said sud
denl y, in loud, peremptory tone, this is
3 trick-s forgery-snd you know it. An
swer me s4uareiy, and look me in the eye.
The eyes of PluDkett stared a moment,
and then dropped weakly. Then, with a
feebler smile, he said: You're too many
tor me, boys. The Docs right. The little
games up You can take the old mans
hat" and 80, lettering, trembling, and
chuckling, be dropped into silence and his
accustomed seat. But the next day he
seemed to have forgotten this episode, and
talked as glibly as ever of the approaching
festivity.
And so the days and weeks passed until
Christmas-s bright, clear day, warmed
with south winds. and joyous with the resur-
r.ctlon OF springing grasses-broke upon
Monte Flat. And then there was q sudden |
commotion in the hotel bar rom. and
Abner Dean stood beside the old mans |
chair, and shook him out Of slumber to his |
feet. "kouse up, old man; York ia here,
with your wife and daughter, at the cottage |
on Heavytree. Come, old man. Here,
ment dozen strong and willing hands had |
raised the old man and bore him 10 triumph
to the street, up the steep grade OF Heavy
trt H III. and deposited him, struggling and
confused, in the porch of little cottage
At the same instant two women rushed
forward, but were restrained BY q
gesture from Henry York. The old man
was strugglin to his feet. With an
effort. at last, he stood erect, trembling, his
ssye fixed. gray pal!or on his cheek and
1eep resonance in his voice. ats all a
rick and a lief They ANTI no flesh and
blood or kin o mine. 1t amt my wife, no
,hild. Ny daughters q beautiful gi-l-a
beautiful girl-d'ye heart She's in New
York, with her mother, and I'm going to
etch her here. l said Id go home, and I've
been home-d'ye hear met I've been home!
.'s mean trick you're playin' on the
i'd man. Let me go, dye heart Keep
hem woman off me! Let me 60! I'm going
'm going homer
n the air, and half turning around, he fell |
ideways on the porch. and 80 to the ground.
hey picked him up hurriedly; but too late
ie had gone home"