Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1874-06-10

the whole party snugly tucked away 10 the
spacious mansion during Grandpas after.
dinner nap; having first overcome their
scruples and drowned the voices of their
pride and indignation at being SO long cx-
lied therefrom, by perfect torrent Of Low.
ing entrcaty.
Then she went into the library Just as
Grandpa was awaking, her checks flushed
alike with exercise and excitement, and her
eyes flashing with high resolve,
Come here, Sunbeam" said the old
man. "I have had a strange dream. You
never heard me speak of your aunt. [
dreamed she was with me, and loved me as
she once did, and we're all so happy"
"Oh, Grandpa Why not make it all
true. God sends us messengers in dreams
sometimes. Let this one be received"
Her arm was around bis neck now, her
kiss pressed his check, her dark eyes were
raised pleadingy to his lie had spoken
gently, almost trembling before, but now
he turned sternly toward her. t'-t
"Girl do you know what you say7 Do
you know that restoration to my love-
would also be a restoration TO my property7"
She did not quail now beneath bis eye.
" Be it so Darling Grandpo, give me
my aunt aud cousins for a birthday gift,
and do with your property what you will,
only keep place for me still 10 your
heart" Then touching the library bell,
which had besu previously arranged should
be the signal, her cousin Nellie first entered
the living likeness of her mother when
last she bad left home. Before Squire
Gray had time to think il he we're still
dreaming, she echoed lsadore's last words,
"Place in your heart for me also, Grandpa,
and Place in your heart for me-" came in
low murmured tones from her mother, who
fell nearly faiuting in his now outstretched
arms.
"Yes, room for you all, every one of
you, thanks to the Sunbeam in whose light
my heart has been growing larger aud
warmer all these years Oh, if my boy
were but here"
He is here, fatherw said deep, manly
voice. "Can you forgive and bless him ?"
We draw vail over the family meeting.
The deepest emotions of the heart are too
sacred for public gaze.
"Well, Sunbeam" said Squire Gray,
as soon as the first waves Of feeling had re-
ceded, and left the hearts sea calm, "a nice
job you have done for yourself this time.
Do you think Herbert Stanley will love
penniless orphan2"
" lsadore is not penniless orphan, said
Uncle Charles thanks to good industry,
blessed by good Providence, | have had in
California what some call good luck |
have no need Of your money father !"
And thanks to the one talent the Lord
gave, and which | have labored to cult.
vate, my paintings now command price
which enables me to say the same" said
Aunt Mabel's artist husband.
Il have a birthday gift, Isadore," said
Uncle Charles, as he left the room. He
returned in moment with a man who was
bronzed and bearded like himself. 1t was
Isadore's long absent father.
"My child my blessed child !" said he,
you have no need of any wealth more than
you have in your own soul, but have more
than you will ever use, except in plans of
benefcence
We will only add, that the village people
were allowed to believe that Isadore was
made comparatively poor by this reconciia.
tion until Herbert Stanley had time to prove
that he could aud did "love a penniIess
orphan" and now we say with Tiny Tim,
" God bless US, every one