The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1876-01-12

and I cav the tears trickle down BE-
itsssn his fingerE. His franc SHOOK,
and once he we lomightlg cDavilled
Shat / stopped; but Re recovered, and I
/ went On.
"wBere was Il :" he asked, in bro
ktawhisper. when had concluded.
an the town Of WOOdfOrd," told
him.
"Ani the widows nameS"
"Beftha Morrison"
sSDie you say you had that piece Of
money now" He looked ups mahisI
face was like marble. The tide Of life
seemed to have all, settled into his
heart
I told him I had Il; and / took It
ffom my purse, and handed it to him.
He looked atit-turned tower and ex.
amined where the letters had been cut
in with a knife-and then his heart
swelled, and the surgIng aoOdr burst
forth. He Rept and sob led, and CALI
ed-''mOther mother hothertT Fir
nally, in broken, choksd accent, he
said:
az sent heFsthiyl II -Was-my.lAst
shiIlingI And when 1 sent 1t l pray
ed that God would turn it to some
blessing for my poor mothers Tam
here under a false name--I am DOnald
Morrison"
again he sobbed until bis heart
seemed ready to burst its narrow bonds,
and when he 6sxtIOOIed up he stretch
ed forth his hands implOringly.
leave met Oh, 90 away for time
and leave me to myself Don't speak,
but 60. Go now. leave me a little
while-and then come back. Let me
keep this :"
called the turnkey and went out;
| and 10 him and the warden 1 told what
had transpired. They were both kind
Lee tied men, andXere deeply affect
ed. ~
In half an hour I went back and
found the prisoner upon hisknees, with
his head bowed upon the edge of his
cot. He SarOss,as- entered. and. ex,
tended his hand. EEH.
"Please don't talk to me now" he
said. II can't bear it; 1 am too full. &"
| ''Rut," ventured-for had receiv-
ed encouragement from the warden
Suppose could get you out of here,
-tcould let you breathe Heavens free
air, with liberty to go where you pleas
cdr
4 He grasped my arm, and a new glo>
~ WasonAhis hAndsome face.
i ooh, if you could do that I should
Be saYed~-yOu. would give to my
mother son. 49, " A'-f- ss-
That evening I went with the war
den and saw the judge who hsd passed
the sentence, and with him Ne visited
the mayor. told my story, and "a a
few hOurs Morrison was free and in,
bilant FER 4 tina Ia took nv hand
and said;
I fIk6Ow ahsy have gISeas ne ,htO
your care-the warden told me so.
WAnt tOlgaAlgps. I dent Vlant then
to know Of all this until ! have proved
to them what I en- be, You have
given me back ny manhood, and nov
: l ask you to trust it. I will write to
yOG-TtWill NEtts Of everything Is Il
is. VIII you trust mer
ItEuitSd hin: md ! " glad q q
It; for it would have taken . week o.
my tinsto nAYs acoonpaRisa him Z
hit home, and my Engagements Wer,
just then pressing.
Five years had passed before 1 visit
ed WOodford. / took dinner at the
hotel, and then sauntered forth in
guest of my friends. At the first cor
ner l enquired of a gentleman If IN
could tell me where the widow Morri
son lived. He said she lived about
half a mile away, in . cottage by the
lake shore.
! "But," he added, "yOu need not &c
50 far away to see her. She went int
that store but few moments since.
And be pointed % dIY-gpOds stor,
across the way, before. which stood :
new and handsome carriage. "Ah
, there she comes"
I looked and saw a woman, but no
, the woman l had known. This Wo
: man was blooming and handsome, anC
seemed yet young.
\ Il spoke Of Mrs. Bertha Morrison,
Il ! said. ~ so
o sand that's she, pursued The gen
4 tleman. "Aye-and there is her son
Parkans xi,a hs0a,,,t hoard.-D