The Grange advance. [volume] (Red Wing, Minn.) 1873-1877, 1875-12-29

angry with me if he will. He is up in
the drawing'room all alone.
The man sat down to wait and the
child went up alone.
Opening the door she went softly in,
not speaking; perhaps the stern old man
sitting there with bent head awed her to
silence. John Golding, waking from his
reverie, saw letter held out to him. He
took it mechanical, supposing the messen.
ger, hidden behind his large chair, was
one of his waiting maids. With a singu.
lar quickcning Of pulse he recognized his
daughters handwriting.
She had waited all these silent years,
she told him, because she was determined
never to wlite again until they were rich
enough for him to know that she did not
write for any need of help. They had
passed years in the West, and heaven
had prospered them. Her husband was
now rich man and she wanted from her
father only his love-only that death
should not come between them and either
Of them go to her mothers side without
having been reconciled to the other.
"How did this come here-who brought
it? demanded Mr.. Golding, in his usual
;mperious manner,
II did, grandpa"
He sprang up at the soft, timid voice
as if some fright took him, and stared at
the lovely vision standing there like a
spirit on lis hearthstone, with her white
face and cleaning golden hair. Was it
real ?-Where was he ?-Who could this
child be ?-Rut as he looked the likeness
flashed upon him-and he was hungry to
clasp her to him. 1t was the little Amy
Of the old time grown into beauty--for
Amy had never been so wonderous fair
as this.
"Come here, my child; don't be afraid
tell me what your name is 2
'sAmy, grandpa
'Ano:her Amy! He felt the sobs
rising up in his heart with great food
Of emotion, but he checked them lack.
"What have they told you about meg
he rejoined after a long pause. "Have
they lid you hate me?'
"They always told me you were far
away towards where the sun rose; and if
[ were good they would bring me to see
you some day. Every night l say in my
prayers, God bless papa and mamma,
nd God bless grandpa
"Why didn't they bring you! What
made them let you come alone?'
mamma sent me with John to give
you the letter. was the simple answer.
The carriage is at the door waiting for
me-
''Who is Johu?''
''Papa's servant
"And where arc thew Shaving q
lat the hotel; we only arrived here
this morning.
Mrs. QSgood lowering in the hall, look
ed in wonder, Her master was coming
down stairs calling for his hat and coat,
and leading the child. He got into the
carriage with her and it drove away.
Mr.. Golding was wondering vaguely if it
was real.
They arrived at last, and the child led
in, opening the door at the end Of long
corridor.
"Mamma, here's grandpa. He said he
would come back with me-
Mr.. Golding's head went into a swim.
Advancing weakness tells on people at
such moments as these. lie sat down.
and there were Amy:s arms-his own
Amy 's-about his neck. Which of the
two sobbed the most could not be told.
Why had he never known what he had
lost through all those vanished years!
''Father, are we reconciled to each
other g
II don't know, my daughter, until you
tell me that you forgive me-
''Therc should be no talk of forgive.
ness,' said she. "You went according to
your opinion Of what was right. And
perhaps was to blame, too. Father, it
is enough that God has brought US to-
gether again in peace. I thought that no
one would resist my little Amy, least Of
all her grandpa
He looked up. The child stood by,
silently the freight glittcring on her
golden hair, her face shining strangely
sweet. He put out his arms and drew
her into them close--wherc no child, not
even his own, had ever nestled there be.
fore. Oh, how much he had missed in
lifc-hc knew it now. He felt her cling.
ing hold around his neck-her kisses
dropped upon his face like the pityipg
dew from heaven; and he--was it him
self or another soul in his place.
''Fathcr. see.''
Alny's Voice had full and cheerful
ring IN it.. Her married life had been
happy. Mr.. Golding turned at the call.
"Here are Harry and the boys waiting
to speak to you," she said in a less assur-
ed tone.
He shook his son.in-law's hand. Old
feuds old things were over now, and all
was become new. In his heart until that
trouble came, he had always liked Harry
Church. Then he looked at the boys,
brave, merry little fellows. OF whom he
might be proud.