The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1874-07-31

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child-his child and Mary's.
l sank, body and soul, beneath
this blow, and, hiding my face in
my hands I leaned against the door
while my heart wept tears of blood
The little one gazed at me grieved
and amazed and put up her pretty
Hips as if about to cry, while the
perplexed servant stepped to the
parlor and called my sister to sec
who it was that acted so strangely.
heard a light step and a pleasant
voice, saying:
'D0 you wish to see my father
sir?"
1 looked up. The.e stood a pret.
ty, sweet-faced maiden of twenty
not much changed from the dear lit
tie sister I had loved so well.
Hooked at her for a moment, and
then stilling the tempest of my
heart, by a mighty effort l opened
my arms and said:
"Lizzie, don't you know me?n
Harry! oh, my brother Harry! -
she cried, and threw herself upon my
breast, and wept as if her heart
would break.
could not weep. I drew her
gently into the lighted parlor, and
stood with her before them all.
There was a rush, and cry oil
joy, and then my father and mother
sprang toward me, and welcomed
me home with heart felt tears.
Oh, strange and passing sweet is
such a greeting to the way worn
Itraveler And as l held my dear old
mother to my heart, and grasped my
fathers hand while Lizzie clung be-
side me, I felt that l was not yet
lost; and although another had Sc
cured life's choicest blessing,
many a 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. Neal
by stood Lizzie Moore, Mary's ED
est sister, and in 9. distant corner, tc
which she had hastily retreate6
when my name was spoken, stood G
tail and slender figure half hidden
by the heavy window curtains thai
fell to the floor.
When the first rapturous greeting
was over, Lizzie led me forward witt
a timid grace, and Frank Chester
grasped my hand.
welcome home, my boy!" hC
said with the loud cheerful tones
remembered so well. 'You have
changed so that I would never have
known you; but no matter about
that, your heart is in the right place
I know"
"How can you say that he il
changed?" said my mother gently
"To be sure he looks older anC
graver; more. like a man than Wher
he went away. but his eyes anC
smile are the same as ever. 1t is ;
heavy heart which changes him. HI
is my boy still"
"Aye, mother 1 answered sadly
Il am your boy STILL"
Heaven help zoe! at that momen
1 felt like boy, and it would havt
been a blessed relief to have Wep
upon her bosom as I had done il
my infancy. But l kept down tn,
tremor Of my lips, and answered
quietly, as I looked into his ful
handsome face,
"You have changed, too, Frank
but l think for the better"
ooh, yes-thank you for the com
lpIiment," he answered with heart
laugh. "BIy wife tells me 1 grOI
handsomer every day."
His wife! Could 1 hear that nam
land keep silent still?
"And you have seen my littl
Igirl?" he added, lifting the infant il
his arms and kissing her crimso.
cheek. 1 tell you, Harry, there i
no such other in the world. Don
you think she looks very much a
her mother used to?"
every much," I faltered.
"Hello!" cried Frank, with
suddenness that made me start vic
lently, 81 have forgotten to intro
duce you to my wife; 1 believe yo
and she used to be old playmate
in your younger days-yes, Harry,
. and he slapped me on the back
''for the sake of old times, and be
cause you were not at the wedding
l will give you leave to kiss he
, once, but mind, old fellow, you ar
never to repeat the ceremony
f Come, here she is; l do wonder ho'
, you will manage those ferociou
, moustaches of yours in the opera
, tion."
He pushed Lizzie, laughing an
blushing, toward me. A CLEAN
4 light and hope almost too dazzlin
? to bear, came over me, and I erie
, out before l thought, "Not Mary
t l must have betrayed my secrC
Y to every one in the room. BU
e nothing was said; even Frank,
general so obtuse, was this time s
lent. 1 kissed the fair cheek of th
| young wife, and hurried to the S
E lent figure looking out of the vii
e dow.
l "Mary-Mary Moore!" I said
' a low, eager tone, shave you no we
t come to give the wanderer? F."
e She turned and laid her hand
Y mine and said hurriedly:
9 81 am glad to see you here, Ha
ry.n
II Simple words and yet how blea