Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1873-08-26

! like" And then taking them by the
hand he led them into the house, callin.
out to the servant, 'Biddy, get some hot
bread and milk, and be quick, for these
children"
The dog had shamcd his MASTER the
brute had shamcd the man. Touched by
what he had seen. the farmer was anx'
ious 10 make amends for what his con-
science showed him TO be II great sin.
lie seated the children at the table, sal
down by them. and kindly asked their
names.
my name is Lizzie" said the eldest,
and my sister is called Mary.
Have your parents been dead long ~
"Our father has been dead two years,
but our mother only died last week"
At the thoughts of their recent loss
they both began to weep.
Don't cry, children" said the farmer,
kindly. God will in one way or another
take care oi you. But tell me now,
where do you come from ?"
From Loughcaa, replied the child.
From Loughrea ?" asked the man,
"lrom Luughrea That is strange" :"
lie began to suspect the truth, and
asked hesiIatingly:
What was your fathers name ?"
Martin sullivan" replied Lizzie.
What Martin Sullivan ?" he ex-
claimed, jumping up at the same time,
and casting piercing look ut the child
ren, thoroughly Tightening them.
His face grew rcd--then teals came
into his eycs--at last he sobbed aloud.
He took the youngest child in his arms,
pressed her to his heart and kissed her.
The child struggled and called to her sis.
ter Tor help; she could not think what
the man meant. Then he put down the
little one. and did the same 10 Lizzie,
who took it more quietly, a. she had
seen that the old man did not hurt her
sister. At last. becoming more compos.
cd. he dried h,s tears and said:
"Do You know my name. children ~
No." replied Lizzie.
How happened it, then, that You
have come to me ?" he asked. Has any
one sent YOU to me ?"
Nobody has sent Us replied Lizzie.
"Wr wee tp go 10 Kiiburn, whore a
brother ot our father lives, aud they
said he would gladly receive u. But
do not believe it, Tor our mother always
said tha; he is hard hearted man, who
does not care lor his relations"
Your mother was quite right when
she said So" said the farmer. But
what will you do il this hard heated man
does not receive you"
Then we shall have to stmVc, answer
ed Lizzie.
"No. no {" exclaimed ia" man quickly.
at shall ncS cr come Ia that, never, Dry
your tears. The merciful God has had
pity on your helplessncSs. aud has made
use OF fierce brute to soften the heart
Of your uncle. and therefore he will new.
er lorsakc yOu-ncver
The children !ooked at the man in ut
ter bewilderment; did not understand
what he said-his words and his bchav.
ior were alike strange to them. THIS hC
soon perceived. for he added:
You are going to kiIhun 10 Patrick
sullivan; you ale already there an
your uncle. and now that know that
you are the children al my brother Mar
tin, make you welcome.
The children's tears quickly turned in.
10 smiles. and the meal which Biddy
Just then put on the table for them made
them forget their grief. Patrick Sullivan
had taken this farm about year before
A kind providence had directed the
chidren'S steps to him; but if the dog
had not taught him lesson oil kindness,
who knows what might alter all become
OF the poor orphans. But lie who is the
Father OF the iatherlcSs would surely not
have forsaken them.