The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1874-07-15

"What is your name, my pretty?
I asked while the wondering SCI,
7ant help the door.
MARY Moore"
And what else?" I asked quick
ly.
She lifted up her hands to shade
her face had seen that very at
titude in another, ii my boyhood.
many and many time-and an
svered in a sweet bird-like voice.
Mary Moore Chester"
Ny heart sank down like Lead
Here was an end to all the bright
dreams and hopes ofmy youth and
| manhood. Frank Chester, my boy
ish rival. who lad often tried in
vain to usmp my place beside the
girl had succeeded at last. and won
her away from me. This was the
child-his child and Mary's.
I sank, body and soul, beneath
this blow, and, hiding my face in
my hands I leaned against the door,
while my heart wep5 tears Of blood.
The little one gazed at mc. srieved
and amazed, and put up her pretty
lips as if about to cry, while the per-
picked serxant stepped to the paclor
and called my sister to see who it
was that acted so strangely. /
heard q light step and pleasant
voice saying:
DO You wish to see my father,
sir
! T looked up. There stood a pref
ty, sweet faced maiden of twenty,
not much changed from the dear lit
! tie sister | had loved SO well. I look
ed at her for moment, and then
stilling the tempest Of my heart, by
a mighty effort opened my arms
and said:
::Lizzie, don't you know me,
Harry! Oh, my brother Harry"
she cried, and threw herself upon
my breast, and wept as if her heart
would break.
I could not weep. L drew her
gently into the lighted parlor, and
stood with her before them all.
There wi.s a rush, and L cry of
joy. and then my father and mo
ther sprang toward me. and vel.
coined me home with heartfelt
tears.
Oh, strange and passing sweet is
such u greeting to the way-worn
traveller. And as T held my lear old
mother to my heart, and grasped my
fathers hand, while Lizzie chung
beside me, I felt that I was not yet
lost: and although another had Sc
cured LIES most choice blessing,
many Joy remained for me in the
dear sanctuary Of home.
There were four inmates of the
room, who had risen on my sudden
entrance. One was the blue-eyed
child who now stood beside Frank
Chester, clinging to his hand. Near
by stood Lizzie Moore, Mary's eld.
est sister, and in a distant corner,
TO which she had hurriedly retreat
ed when my name WIS spoken, stood
tall and slender figure half hid
den by the heavy window curtains
that fell to the floor.
When the first rapturous greeting
was over, Lizzie led Inc forward
with a timid grace, and Frank Ches-
Ter grasped my hand.
:Welcome home, my boy" he
said with the loud, cheerful tones [
remembered So we'll. You have
changed so tLatI never would have
known you; but no matter about
that, your heart is in the right
place, I know
How can you say that heis chang
ed?" said my mother, gently. TO
be sure he looks older and graver,
and more like man than when he
went away, but his eyes and smile
are the same as ever. It is heavy
heart which changes him. He is
my boy still.
Heaven help me. at that moment
I felt like a boy. ard it would have
been blessed relief to have wept
upon her bosom as I had done
in my infancy. But I kept down
the tremor of my lips, and answer
ed quietly, as I looked into his full,
handsome face.
You have changed, too, Frank,
but T think for the better.
"Oh, yes-thanll you for the
compliment" he answered with a
hearty laugh. My wife tells me I
grow handsomer every day.
His wife Could T hear that name
and keep silent still?
AND you have seen my little
girl?" he added, lifting the infant
in his arms, and kissing her crimson
cheek. Il tell you. Harry, there is
no such other in the world. Don't
you think she looks very much like
her mother used to"
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