The Canton mail. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 18??-1882, 1875-10-16
VOLUME XII.

man found out Mrs Vincent, for tina
was the name of the Young lady who cam
to my shop with the gold seal. Cam
bridge Terrace i not very far from tn
Angel at lsin.ton, and there, i'll Il iittl
back street of small, respectable houses
inhabited by junior clerks, with here anc
there a lodging house, Mr.. and Mrs. Vii
cent lived.
They were rather shy at first of Il stran
ger, and Il little proud and naughty per
hHpS People who have seen better day.
and are down upon their luck. are apt t,
he 50. But the parson with his pleasant
/ ways and CHEEKY voice, soon made it all
right; and, in Il jiify. he and Mr.. Vincent
were talking about college, for they had
both been to the same university. And
| there WAS even soon Il smile, too-a wan
smile enough-upon the poor invalids'
sharp-cut, thin face, with the hollow, far
AWAY eyes, which looked at YOU as if out
of Il cavern. He was the wreck of Il inc
young fellow, too; one who had been used
To his hunting and shooting, and all the
country sports which make broad-chested
Strong-limbed country people the envy of
us poor, thin. pale tOwnsfolks.
Mr.. Broadman came direct to me when
he left them. did not live far off, and
he thought that | might lend them a
ncighbor's help. Davis" says he, that
poor fellow is dying; | can see death in
his eyes
"What is he a-dying OFF, | replied.
He looked at me stcadfastlya moment,
and could see moisture in his eve, as
he said, slowly and solemnly, ''Of starva-
ton, Davis-of actual want of food"
"A gentleman starving in London, in
Islington. Il baronet's SON. too! WHY it's
incredible"
Not at ALL" said MIR. 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 the worst; but the well-born, who
have fallen into destitute poverty, and
who carry their pride with them, dive
into Il back alley, like some wild animal
into a hole, to die alone. Mr.. Vincent
wants wine and jellies, and all sorts of
good things; if help hasn't come too late.
No, no, my fricnd,'' he continued, put
ting back my hand, for | WAS ready to
give my money in IL proper cause. g 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, go and see them,
and cheer them up a bit. Mr.. Vincent
hasn't forgotten your kindness to her, |
can assure you. And / think her hus-
band would like to thank you too, and
it would arouse him up a bit, perhaps"
And then Mr.. Broadman told me, short
", something of what these two poor
md trusting him 50 and he, half mad
hat he had brought her to this pass,
md could do nothing for her.
MIR. Broadman wrote that very day to
he baronet, a proud, hard man, I'm
old But the letter he wrote back was
oft enough, and melting to read it was
20 full of human nature, you see the
ather's heart swelling up at the thought
# getting back his son and bursting
through the thick crust of pride which
lad prevented him from making the first
advances. And the parson says to me:
Well, Mr.. Davis" he said, "thcre are
many people kept asunder only for want
If somebody to go between them, you
zee, and make peace"
AndI said partly to myself: "Why
houldn't Christianity itself be such Il
generous peacemaker as that?
" Ay," replied Mr.. Broadman 81
'eoplc only believed in it properly"
That very day we got the Baronet's
etter, | WAS on my way in the afternoon
o Cambridge terrace to pay my respects
o Mrs. Vincent-and / had sent in Il
ew bottles of good old part wine from
ny own wine-merchant-at least as good
: could be got for money or love. Well,
When got near the door, / saw an old
Gentleman walking up and down, Il little
disturbed, apparently, i'll his mind at
hiding himself in such Il queer locality,
nd as if looking for something or
omebody. A short, rosy faced
GLOW he was, clean shaved as IA pin, and
cry neat and old-fishioned in his dress,
nth that sort of air about him which
larks an English country gentleman
Iherever he may he. Well, we soon
ct into talk, for I'd spotted the
'aronct in moment, and he was anxious i
D find out something about his son, as
BON as he heard | knew little of the .
Dung couple.
And you, do not think, sir, that my
hat Mr.. Vincent is dangerously i'll ?' {
aid the old baronet; and there was I
Db in his vioce as he SPOKE, and his [
and trembled as he laid it upon mine,
:. Here is the house, / said, "and you
1ili he able to judge for yourself"
We went in. At least the baronet | {
vent into the room, trembling in every ,
lmb with the excitement of seeing his {
on. But when he set eyes on him, the
'oor old man was SO startled that he
ould scarcely speak. His son saw him
nd tried to rise, but fell back fccbly ;
nto his chair. ''Dear father" he muir
lured, stretching out Il thin, trembling
and, 'Eforgive-'' ;
But the father was on his knees by
he chair in a moment, clasping his sons {
ead in his arms, and fondling him us he
ad done when the man was Il baby.
What have ] to forgive You must
Drgive me for being so hard, my dear
10Y, and get better soon, WiIfrcd, my
on, my son..
| had come into the room | could not
clip it, | was 50 interested and excited
Iut | saw that in the young mans face
ihich made my heart sink into my ,
osOm like lead
The young wife saw it too, and gave
ne, two, three sharp screams. us if Il
nifc had been thrust into her side.
Mr.. Hroadman saw it; and quietly
neeling down, commended TO God-as
Tell as he could, for sobbing-the soul of
is servant departing this life.
And well, why should be ashamed
0 confess it? / knclt down too, and
ricd like a child; for the Young man
ad died in his fathers arms ut otuvery
moment of reconciliation