The daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1873-1877, 1875-06-23

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 desti-
tute poverty, and who carry their pride
with them, and dive into back alley like
some wild animal into hole, todie alone.
Mr.. Vincent wants wine and jellies and all
sorts of good things; if help hasn't come
too late. No, no, my friend" he continued,
putting back my hand, for was ready to
give my money in a proper cause, mo,
no; / have left them all they want at pre-
sent, DAVIS. But I'll tell you what you
can do; you can, if you like 70 play the
good Samaritan, 20 and see them and
cheer them up bit. Mrs. Vincent hasn't
forgotten your kindness to her, can as
sure 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, some
thing 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 no
thing for her.
MI. Broadman wrote that very day to
the baronet, proud, hard man, I'm told.
But the Letter he wrote back was soft
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of human nature, you see-the father
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.. Da-
Wis, he said, there are many people
kept asunder only for want of somebody
to go between them, you see, and make
peace"
And said. partly to myself: 'Why
shouldn't christianity itself be such gen
eral peacemaker as thatY'
SAY" replied Mr. Broadman, IF people
only believed in it properly"
That very day we got the baronets
letter, | was on my way, in the afternoon,
to Cambridge Terrace. to pay my respects
to Mrs. Vincent-and l had sent in few
bottles Of good old port wine from my OWE
wine merchant-at least as good as can be
got for money or love. Well. when got
near the door, saw an old gentleman
walking up and down little disturbed, ap-
parently, in his mind, at finding himself in
such queer locality, and as if looking fol-
something or somebody. A short, rosy.
faced person he was, clean shaved as a
pin, and very neat and old fashioned in his
dress; and with that sort Of air about him
which marks the English country gentle
man wherever he may be. Well, we seor
: got into talk, for I'd spotted the baronet
in moment, and he was anxious to fine
out something about his son, as soon as ht
. heard that / knew little of the younl
couple.
"And you do not think sir. that my
that MIR. Vincent is dangerously ill?" sait
the old baronet; and there was sob in hi
voice as he spoke, and his hand tremblet
e as he laid it upon mine.
4 Here is the house, sir Il said" and vol
Q will be able to Judge for yourself"
= We went in. At least the baronet wen
into the room trembling in every limb witt
J, the excitement of seeing his son. Blu
Q when he set eyes on him, the poor old ma
+ was so startled that he could scarcely speak
His son saw him and tried to rise, but fel
: back feebly in his chair Dear father,
6 he murmured. stretching out thin, trem
. bling hand, forgive -"
$ But the father was on his knees by tn
chair in moment clasping his sons hea
II in his arms, and fondling him as he ha
I, done when the man was baby
IS What have l to forgive? You mus
q forgive me for being so hard, my dear boy
L and get better soon. Wilfred, my son, m
s. sonl"
rel l too had come into the room; 1 coul
y not help it, was so interested and excitet
y But saw that in the young mans fac,
y which made my heart sink in my bosol
e, like lead.
Of The young wife saw it too, and gave on
y two, three sharp screams, as if knife ha
Is been thrust into her side.
I'd Nh. Broadman saw it; and quietly knee
% ing down, commended to God-as well
l he could for sobbing-the soul of His Sc
81 yant departing this life.
! And well, why should / be ashame
ID to confess it'll knelt down too and erie
1g like child; for the young man had die
in his fathers arms the very moment
We reconciliation.