The Morning herald., 1877-10-27

AoA eiUo AA2paAMa. .AEkAMG s1GeSuaIus.& &ps
peared at the door Of this tavern, and re-
NAMED for a moment, and gazing amazed
y, on it's threshold. His arrival had not
Deen perceived. Ngsa0 .r.,>..p.
"Has Heaven, indeed, reserved for me
this great solace to my misery?" cried Ro-
5alie, looking towards Margaret, and asking
-or the words which should confirm her glo-
rious hope or crush her lower still with an
overwhelming despair. "Oh! can It be f--
# it were but possible that this boy, indeed,
could be---" and she paused, unable to
pronounce another word.
And Margaret said solemnly-
"As there is Heaven to Judge me, he is
your son p
With what emotion, with what delicious
rapture Rosalie clasped young Arthur to
ner bosom no words could describe; but the
cry she uttered was echoed by another as
strange, as wildly joyful almost as was her
own, and Arthur Gresham, advancing, ex-
claimed
"He is my son, also, Rosaie; suffer, then,
that !, too, may embrace himY'
But Rosaie would not for q moment even
release from her arms her 10 taewly-reeov-
cred son.
"You would take him for ever from me I"
she said, wildly. "You would teach him to
feel ashamed Of his mother, and I should
never see him more. Do not 20 from me,
little Arthur-do not desert the mother to
whose heart you have conveyed rapture it
mad seemed impossible it e'er again could
now! q b. .1 ..,
And her son answered this appeal by
cinging even more firmly to his mother,
and by shrinking away from Gresham, and
causing him q cruel pang.
But never before had young Arthur seen
lis father. Nothing had prepared him to
owe that parent, while his mothers sweet
mage had rested always near his heart
lad been through all his young life his
tearest earthly treasure.
"Long years Of suffering" resumed Ro-
sale, shave produced their terrible effects
upon my fSsme; the last BLOW stricken at
my heart, " - and she glanced towards
utesham-"has crushed it quite; even the
restoration Of my poor boy has come too
late for all, save to comfort me during the
little while shat only will elapse ere shall
sink into my grave, glad to escape from
world which has been without pity for me
and in which, but by no faul6 Of my owu,
am unworthy longer tr dwell
"Rosalie! reproach you not for the pas
for know I not how terribly you were tri
edY' Gresham mournfully said.
"Oh, speak not to me! Let me not hea
your voice again |" Rosalie cried, in tone
! Of deepest agony; "for are we not for evel
sundered here on earth1 Let me go from
you, and, with my boy; seek not now t.
tear him from me; wait but very httl'
time, and he will then be all your own J.
Gresham was silent, and Rosalie re4axe<
not her hold on little Arthur.
/ Of her love for the boy; Of all that sh
had done for him; Of all she knew concern
ing him, trusting her husband to the mere,
Of those who were now listening to her
Margaret told.
And when she had finished speaking
Gresham implored Of Rosahe that she woul'
permit him, if only for a moment, to hol
his boy within his arms.
, "No, no-not now" Rosalie wildly cried
straining Arthur to her bosom. "You woul
not restore him to my embraces! shoul'
never more hehold him dead to me woul'
he be again. and then she whispered t
Arthur: "Do not leave me! Do not le
them tear you from me ~
And this poor mother was treasured b.
her sons animated and expressive gestures
for she read in them that he would soone
die than be separated from her.
= Cruel boy!' Gresham lhournfully said
for heavy pang was at his heart. "Heav
on has, at Last, had pity on me; has, by
miracle, caused me to behold again the son
whom, for twelve wretched years, ha
bewailed as dead; and now, at sight Of hi
father, chat son remains cold and insensi
bic; repulses his fathers caresses Or
Heaven! enlighten his reason touch hi
soul Arthur, I cannot live now withou
your love Without that, have nothinl
"a barren desert henceforth, as so lon
already it has been, must this world prov
to me!' N, ST.
| Young Arthur could not longer resist hi
fathers tears and pleadings, his hear
throbbed tumultuously y and suddenly, fir
though it was around him, he wrenche
himself from Rosalies clutch, and flew int
his fathers arms
RosaEe shrieked and sank upon her knees
extending her arms, and wildly implorlnI
that Arthur, her son, would return t
them.
81 am your father, and you will love me
will you not, Arthur; will remember tina
in you is centred now my only hope, M
all of happiness on earth -
Gresham while saying this, had relaxe
somewhat his hold OF Arthur; and RosAhe
with c4y Of Joy, loud and shrill, snatche
her son back to her own arms, and enfold
ing him there securely, hurried with hiI
rapidly from the house.
But hardly had she crossed the thres
hold, when she beheld a form whlcn at ono
Jransixed her with d greater terror than tn
most appalling spectre could have cause