The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1876-03-16

Thank you. BennIe hsrN, my liiti'
brother Is iircd, Cor we walked frOm th'
depot, Can you lei Us come in sud rec
AwhileY
SGrtin you can.
The ,ight Of the child toaehsd Ibs
heart Of the woman, aud they wsnl lnts
the large Kitchen, and sAt doUn 10 tbs
aAg.boI,omsd chairs, while with glow
ing cheek the girl cart about ia her mind
for The beat manner In which to present
Der petition tor food
Before she bad decided, the master oi
the house suddenly entered the kitchen,
for il was nearly dinner time, Ale was >
large. muscular, broAd-chested, snR-barn.
cd man, with hard. gloomy expression
on bis face, where hity years were now
beginning TO write their history,
lie stood still with surprise, gazing on
the new occupants OF the Kitchen and
the boy threw up timid, frightened
glance into the gloomy face.
You don't kRow Of AnJ body roned
here that wants = little help, do ys, far,
meri asked the woman. Here's q little
girl that wants place, aud As she's
walked up from the depot, told her
she might come In and rest bit before
she went up into the village to try her
luck.
No, shortly answered the farmer. Din.
nsr readyi Aud the rich man turoeh
away without one gentle word or kiRd
look for two homeless children whom
God bad brought to his door.
Lucy, Lucy, don't stay here; ain
afraid. And the little boys lip curled
and qulvered as be turned his face from
the farmers.
Lucy, Lucy, how those little, trem.
bling tones went down, down, dowH,
into the mans hard heart Hsw The
dead days of his youth barst out Of their
graves, and rushed through his memory
at that low, broken, Lucy Lucy! he
turned and looked at the girl; not sonrly
as before, bat with kind and eager
questioning interest.
What's your manner
Lucy Wheeler, sir.
lie staggered back and caught hold OF
the nearest chair.
And what was your mother'sl
Lucy Reid. She used TO live at Meadow
Brook. SO came here to get work; she
told me 10 before she died.
AT that moment the angel looked down
and saw the seed that bad lain for two
score years in the heart Of Joseph Keep
spring up, and the flower blossom In The
He strobe across the kitchen TO the be-
girl. He brushed back her
bonnet and turned her face TO the light.
He could not be mistaken. 1t was the
Que framed and hung in the darkened
room in his soul. The blue eyes of Lucy
looked again in his own. At that mo-
ment the little boy pushed in between
them, aud gazed wistfuIly In the mans
face. Farmer Keep sat down and took
the child In bis arms. He tried to speak,
but instead great sobs came and heaved
his strong chest. The trio In the kitch.
en- gazed at him in mute astonishment.
Lucy's children, Lucy's childrenl he
at last, In q voice whose ten
lerness was like that of mother. God
has sent you to me. For her sale this
shall be your home. For her sake ] will
DC father TO you.
Five years after, Cora wrote to me as
follows:
We are having fine times nov, dear
Cousin Jennie, and mamma wants 10
know If you do not need TO renew your
rosy cheeks among the dews Of Meadow |
Brook. Uncle Charlie is with US, and II
you were also, our happiness would be |
Lucy Wheeler-you remember her
has the place ia my beart next To yours. |
Her disposition is as lovely s her face,
and that is saying great deal, for It's !
sweet beauty does one good 10 behold 1t
Farmer Keep seems to idolize her aud |
Bennie. lie is charming man, now |
be goes to church regularly every Sab
bath. lie spares no pains or expense In |
Lucy's education, and she will be sn sc-
woman. She is here very |
oiten, and | have suspicious that Uncle
Charlie--but no matter, will not trutt
This TO pen aud paper
But now, Jennie, what lesson has MI |
his taught me How has 1t deepened |
my faith IN God aud humanity.
Now, when my heart yearns over tho
SHINING outcast, ! remember
Always that there is flower in the will
lerness.
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