The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1876-05-31

the man who was bidding upon the
horse when I came away, and the same
who bought Fleetwood"
81 must go, | suppose; yet, if he is
a gentleman, l should hardly think he
would expose me to the pain of going
there"
Mr.. Phillips walked to his own
house with trembling steps. He looked
old and feeble, like n man who had
numbered twice his years. He reached
the door that once opened to his IA
miliar touch and rang The bell. The
woman who had so long kept his
house opened it, and ushered him to
the sitting-room, from which, years ago,
he had ordered his BOTTOM his sight
forever.
This thought flashed into his mind,
and was more vivid, from the circum-
stance of his own arm chair being re-
moved out of its ordinary place, and
set in the middle of the room, and a
low chair directly in front of it, on
which Samuel nad leaned in passion
ate weeping. The boy, in his misery,
on that night, had left his cap hanging
on the corner o. that low chair; and,
as if to deepen his fathers anguish to-
night, a boys cap hung there again.
How well he remembered it How he
shook with the memories that rose up
to his mindl His fearful eyes scarce
ly took in the figure of noble looking
gentleman who now entered the room,
and desired him to walk around the
house. Every piece of furniture was
in its old place. In his own chamber,
the little arrangements of his dress
ing-table were precisely as they always
we're; and in a little bedroom beside it,
were the two small beds in which his
boys used to sleep.
He looked up at his conductor
through his fast falling tears. Some
thing in his face, in the bright, flashing
eyes of the stranger, went to his heart.
They had returned to the sitting-roOm,
and the stranger held his hand with a
warm, loving grasp. He heard the
words, "This is all yours, dear father !"
and then the two men sank together
upon their knees, while the younger
breathed out a fervent Thanksgiving
that he had been spared to comfort
and console him in his hour of adverse
fortune.
Stung with his fathers cruel words,
Samuel Phillips had deserted his home,
and, driven almost to desperation, had
wandered away from the place that
knew him, to a far city. Providence
raised up friends to the desolate boy.
He found himself trusted, honored, re-
spected; and at the death of one who
had been as a father to him, he had be-
come wealthy. He saw the notice of
the sale in a newspaper-hurried on to
prevent it, and arrived only when it
had already commenced.
He had heard of his mothers death,
and from that time he resolved never
to return. But when he found that
his father was in real distress, all was
forgotten, save the thought that he
might be in time to save him from
open disgrace or actual want. Every
thing had fallen into his hands, for the
by-standers saw that he was determin-
ed to possess all, and they gave way to
his evident desire and ability to graft
fly it.
The reconciliation was complete.
The pride of the father was subdued.
Reinstated in his old home, his liabili-
ties all met, and his business re-estab-
lished, by the son whom he had BAN
ished, his heart had melted to a child
like humanity that was touching to be-
hold.