The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1875-09-30
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poor, thin, pale townsfolk.
Mr.. Broadnan came direct to me when
he left them, I did not live far off, and he
thought that might lend them a neigh
boris help. "Davis," says he, that poor
fellow is dying; can see death in his
eyes" 80,
he looked at me steadfastly a moment,
and could see moisture in his eye, as
he said, slowly and solemnly, "Of starva-
ton. Davis-of actual want of food"
"a gentleman starving in London, in
Islington, baronet's son, too! Why,
it's Incredible"
"Not at ALL" said Mr.. Broadman,
"these are the very people who do die of
starvation in London, and in all great
cities. Not the poor, who know where
the work-house is, and who can get at
the relieving officer, if the worst comes
to worst; but the well-born, who have
fallen into destitute poverty, and who
carry their pride with them, dive into a
back alley, like some wild animal into a
hole, to die alone. Mr.. Vincent wants
wine and iellies, and all sorts of good
things; if help hasn't come too late. No.,
no, nv friend" he continued, putting
back my hand, for 1 was ready to give
my money in proper cause. "No, no;
/ have left them all they want at present,
Davis. But I'll tell you what you can
do; you can, if you like to play the good
Samaritan, 60 and see them, and cheer
them up bit. Mrs. Vincent hasn't for
gotlcn your kindness to her, I can assure
You. And I think her husband would
like to thank you too, and it would rouse
him up bit perhaps" And then Mr..
Broadman told me, shortly, something of
what these two poor things had gone
through-she, loving and trusting him
so; and he, half mad that he had brought
her to this pass, and could do nothing for
her.
MIR. Broadman wrote that very day to
the baronet, proud, hard man, I'm told.
But the letter he wrote back was soft
enough, and melting to read; it was so
fnll of human nature, you see-the
fathers heart swelling up at the thought
of getting back his son and bursting
through the thick crust of pride which
| had prevented him from making the first
advances. And the parson says to me !:
"Well, Mr.. Davis" he said, "there are
many people kept asunder only for want
of somebody to 60 between them, you see,
and make peace" -
And I said, partly to myself; "Why
shouldn't Christianity itself be such a
generous peacemaker as that ?"
cay" replied Mr.. Broadman, eff peo-
pie only believed in it properly"
That very day we got the baronets let
ter; was on my way in the afternoon,
to Cambridge terrace to pay my respects
to Mrs. Vincent-and I had sent in few
bottles of good old port wine from my
own wine-merchant-at least as good as
could be got for money or love. Well,
when I got near the door, I saw an old
gentleman walking up and down, a little
disturbed, apparently, in his mind at
finding himself in such a queer locality,
and as if looking for something or some
body. A short, rosy faced fellow he was,
clean shaved as a pin, and very neat and
old-fashioned in his Dress with that
sort of air about him which marks an
English country gentleman wherever he
may be. Well, we soon got into talk,
| for I'd spotted the baronet in q moment,
and he was anxious to find out something
about his son, as soon as he heard knew
little of the young couple.
"And YOU do not think sir, that my
that Mr.. Vincent is dangerously ill?"
said the old baronet; and there was sob
in his voice as he spoke, and his hand
trembcd as he laid it upon mine.
"IIere is the house," said, "and you
will be able to judge for yourself"
We went in. At least the baronet
went into the room, trembling in every
limb with the excitement of seeing his
son. But when he set his eyes on him,
the Door old man was so startled that he
could scarcely speak His son saw him
and tried to rise, but fell back feebly into
lis chair. "Dear father" he murmured,
stretching out thin, trembling hand,
"forgive-"
But the father was on his knees by the
chair in moment, clasping his sons
head in his arms, and fondling him as he
had done when the man was baby.
"What have I to forgive2 You must
forgive me for being SO hard, my dear
boy, and get better soon, Wilfred, my
son, my son p -.
had come into the room; could not
help it, I was so interested and excited.
But saw that in the young mans face
which made my heart sink in my bosom
like lead.
The young wife saw it too, and gave
one, two, three sharp screams, as II
knife had been thrust into her side.
Mr.. Broadman saw it; and quietly
kneeling down, commended to God-as
we'll as he could, for sobbing-the soul OF
his servant departing this life.
And well, why should be ashamed
to confess it? l knelt down too, and cried
like child for the young man had died
in his fathers arms at the very moment
of reconciliation.
A LESSON FROM CADBAGE.-Every
one knows that cabbage will not grow
fast or head out we'll unless they are hoed
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