The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-03-10

she was sitting up in her bed, with the
pillows so arranged as to give comfort
able support for her back, while her eyes
were dwelling upon Ada's hower-garden,
which opened its fragrant beds in front of
her window. With reason once more
sending its beams of intelligence athwart
her features sho looked more beautiful than
ever, and, almost transported, Orlando
stood and gazed upon her ere he stepped
forward.
" Orlando, my son." uttered Morgiana,
as her eyes rested upon the folm of her
boy, come to my side and let me look
upon you. Kiss me.--There, now tell
me of the past. I've dreamed of forests
and ruins, of fowery gardens and running
brooks. Upon my mind there is pictured
sylvan paradise-a wood-embowered
home in the sweet wilderness. would
know"
She did not speak further, for at that
moment her eyes rested upon the powerful
form of Chiron. She did not gaze upon
him wildly, nor did she start with sudden
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and then placing her hand upon her brow,
she murmured:
"Orlando.'
"Well, mother" softly returned the
youth
81 fear me am going back again to my
dreamland home. ! dwell again in the
realms of phantasy," and as the woman
spoke, she pressed her hand over her eyes.
How-what-of whom doyou dream P'
asked Orlando, placing his hand upon his
mothers brow, and bending over her with
earnest solictude.
"Did you not see that form that stood
but now by my bedside ?--that airy phan-
tom ?"
'"Tis no phantom, mother" urged Or
lando. "Look up again. He is still here,
and he has been our best friend"
Here here P' murmured ,Morgiana.-
"No, no, my son-that may not be. 1t
cannOs be-"
Morgiana," " said Chiron, while he step
ped forward and took one of her hands in
his own.
Slowly Morgiana gazed up into the pow
erful mans face. For full minute she
looked, and then, while an expression made
all of earnest hopeful prayer rested upon
her features, she said
"Speak to me again. Call me Morgiana.
Call memo, MOO, God, that cannot be-"
Morgana, IL can be I" said Chiron,
and while he spoke, loving smile shone
upon his broad, kind face.
"Then speak to me again. Call me-"
"Hny sOife !" cried the old hunter; and
as he stopped further forward, Morgiana
fell upon his bosom and was clasped With
in his arms. ..rHH r.I
elias kind Heaven played me false in
this, or do see my fathere' calculated
Orlando, in trembling, fearful accents, as
he drew nearer to his strange friend.
"My son, my son." murmured Chiron,
as he drew one arm about the form of the |
youth, "yOu do indeed see in me your
father. My wife-my son p
AS the stout man spoke he drew his
priceless burdens more closely to his bo-
som, and then wept like child. In few
moments, however, he laid Morgiana's
head back upon her pillow, and wiping the
tears from his cheeks, he gazed upon her
face.
"Let no doubt cloud your joy, my own
dear wife," he said, while yet both the
mother and son were regarding him with
speechless wonder. "I am your own hus
band-I am the man to whom you pledged
your hearts early love-the father of your
boy, and the fond worshipper Of your good
ness and truth. Look up, sweet wife, and
be happy, for ere this sun shall sink again
to its rest, there shall not be cloud to
darken the horizon of your peace. You
now have husband and son to live for
You have other hopes to realize, and
many scenes yet to come shall be blessed
with the sunlight of your smiles. Look
up, my wife, and SMILE"
Morgiana did smile, so happily and so
sweetly, that heaven itself seemed reflected
upon her countenance. Again she placed
her arm about her husbands neck, and
murmured her Thanksgiving with an over
flowing heart
"But tell me, my husband, /" said Nor
giana, as soon as she could bring her mind
down to a cool reflection, chow Is It that
You hveP ] saw your bloody form, all stiff
and cold, and they told me you were dead.
Why have we thus been separated PD
At that moment Orlando cast his eyes