Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1873-02-08

ed out of herself she took her audience,
unconsciously, into her confidence
No, it's not a stroke,' she answered,
with the experience of long years Of nurs-
ing. "llis face isn't awry, you see and
he's only limp, not paralyzed. There, I've
opened the cravat, and now, Jane, bring
some water. It's but fainting tit; he Of
ten has 'em when he's worried often.
mean, since his daughter went away. She
ran of, you you know. 'nost ten years ago.
He's never forgotten her. Or rather shc's
never, lcastways of late years, asked to be
forgiven. The last time was when she
came herself, just after she was married,
all this while, Mrs. Somers was busy in
| trying TO revive her master. chatting his
hands, holding smelling-salts to him, even
ordering the window opened, 'on a night
as bad as this. lie turned her from his
doors in perfect rage. never seed him
80 angry afore or since. But lies been
sorry for it, many and many II time, l
know. I've heard him sigh so He was a
thinking Of her. IIe'da forgiven all, years
ago, if she would only have come again.
But she was as proud as him !; don't know
which was the prouder. She went to for
rim parts, with her husband he'd been her
music teacher, you see ; that's what made
Mr.. Ascot 80 angry ; and she has not been
heard OF for these years and years. There
he's coming to what q sigh ! Stand
aside, Mr.. Policeman please, and give him
some air. Poor man But hos nobody
to blame but himself after All. l don't
uphold disObcdience in children. Of course
but dearcr, swceter girl than his daugh-
ter, Margaret was her name, never was.
| Many aud many's the time I've carried her
in my arms, when she was a baby, and her
mother was alive. How are you feeling
nov, sir p ..
This last sentence was addressed to her
master, who, with Il deep drawn sigh, OPEN
ed his eyes.
What, what is the matter p he said,
looking vacanLy from one TO the other.
Yes l remember Putting his hand to
his brow. 'Margarct---'
His eye, wandering about, fell on the boy,
who, during this episode, had entirely re-
covered consciousness, and was now look
ing up. with a strange sort Of wonder, at
Mr. Ascot.
Please, sir said the lad, seeing he had
attracted the old mans eye, Please. sir,
can you tell NE where Mr.. Ascot lives l
was TO go to hi,n-only lost my way
mothers very sick-and she's had nothing
to eat to-day
With these words he broke down. with a
great sob, the tears streaming along his
thin, wan cheeks.
Where's the note--the note Order the
carriage said Mr.. Ascot. incoherently, ris-
! ing to his feet Is it from Margaret? Did
somebody say she Was starvingY His
poor, weak shaking hands vaiuiy tried
again to unfold the paper, which the po-
| liccman handed to him. liam not AS
strong as used to be. l think | ain get
ting Old and he looked piteously at Mrs.
/ SnnprS and sank Uain nm thp unta
! Drink this, sir said the huusI keeper,
lie drank it, and rallied. All tits her
her writing speaking to himself She is
II widow. Her only child is namcd-atter
after me-
lie stopped reading, and turned to look
at the boy.
Are oou grandfather said the latter,
timdly. Il think you must be-, for mother
has picture she looks ut, and cries over
and it's like YOU
The letter fell again to the floor. But
this time he opened his arms, and the boy
catching his meaning, came to him.
You won't let her die, will you p said
the boy, hooking piteously in his face.
Die, die + cried the old man, rising up
and his voice and ali were that of youth
She shall not die. Where is The carriage
will 90 at once. She shall come home To
night. The carriage, say he cried al
most angrily, and he turned toward thu
door, where the fnotman appeared.
The carriage waits, sir, said the Sc V
ant, obsequiously.
Get your CLOAK and bonnet, Mrs. Som
ers. A few blankets-a bit of iaod-theres
not a minute to loose. Great God, Marga
ret dying, and We wasting our time here
No, my brave little fellow hc said, YOU
mother shall not die y
In few minutes, during which tn,
, thoughtful Mrs. Somers had provided a bis
cult. and some hot tea for the boy, the lit
tie party set forth. While the carriage il
. rolling over the snow, its destination bcin!
one of the most distant and obscure streets
, of the great metropolis, let US say ies
words about the daughter.
Margaret Ascot had been one Of thost
sweet tempered, sympathetic natures, tina
everybody loved. Beautiful. accomplish
ed, wealthy, and well. born, she had crowds
, of suitors but at nineteen she turned from
them all, and gave her heart 10 a pennies
lover. This was not because she WAS tnOl
ishiy romantic, like SD many others, bu
because her suitOr was worthy of her IN ev
cry way, except in riches. lie WAS only
pour music teacher, an Italian exile, fo
. this was in DAYS, now, fortunately, Ion;
, ago, before Italy was free, and when to b.
an Italian patriot meant banishment, o
even death. Andrea Fillippo had, ~hel
f; hardly more than boy, joined in the in
: surrectipn of AS. and had been compelled
after its failure tn fly the country. lie hat
come To America, and being pennilesS, hat
heen compelled to take up the fist pursui
that offered itself. In hiss own land, near
ly every body has some knowledge of music
but Andrea was an Amateur of more tina
. ordinary merit, and he naturally became
teacher of singing Margaret Ascot ~a
his favorite pupil He saw in her every
. thing that youthful manhood, in lie high
! est type, adnlires she saw in him her
: and a martyr. Compared With the prosai
: Young men of business, or the cold, cslcu
. iating lawyers, or the idle men Of fashion
= who constituted the bulk of her admirers
he was prince in disguise-a young god
: Parents do not sufficiently make allowar
ces for the imaginative element in thel
daughters. They fancy that, at nineteer
girls can feel as their mothers do at forty
), that the dry husks of a matter-of-fact lii
c are sufficient for them. 1t is not so, an