The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-08-07

shook heartily In return.
' Yes, Harry, I've returned at last"
he said, in voice which seemed to be
slightly tremulous; " but where is moth
er and sisterY Lead me to them"
" / am here, brother, = dear BROTHER"
exclaimed Mary, coming forward at that
moment and springing into his arms.
He imprinted kiss upon her fore
head, and as he gently released her, 1
saw his face flush scarlet, and tear
trembled upon his eyelid;
Mother-lead me TO mother" he
said, in a strange, husky voice, which 1
attributed to his emotions.
Mary and placed ourselves on each
side of him, and taking hold of either
hand, led him up stairs and into the
room where Mrs. Grey was still seated,
but which was now lighted by the rays
of large solar lamp.
cit is Charles, mother - brother
Charles !" exclaimed Mary ,as Mrs. Grey
rose from her seat.
The widow uttered a slight scream of
joy, and, darting forward, clasped him
in her arms.
1t would be impossible for me to depict
the feelings of all present on that memo
rable night. can only say that have
never since felt such pure happiness as
upon that occasion.
1t seemed as though Mrs. Grey would
never tire of looking at the returned
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to his side, and gazed upon his hand
some countenance with q mingled ex-
preston of maternal fondness and pride,
only known to the mothers heart while
ever and anon she would murmur:
els it possible that behold you once
more? How you have changed. 1 had
never thought you would have made
such handsome man. But four years
will make great alterations"
His sister sat upon the opposite side,
with one of her tiny hands resting upon
his shoulder, while he was recounting
some of his adventures, which he did in
a tremulous voice. 1 noticed that he
turned pale and red by turns, while en-
countering the gaze of his mother, while
his whole frame trembled but this L
attributed to the joyful emotions he felt
at finding himself at home.
Well did he deserve the name of hand
some. His frame was cast in that mold
best formed for strength, activity, and
the endurance of hardships. His eyes
were large, dark, and full of fire. His
brow expansive and his features regu-
lar. His lips were expressive of courage
and determination, and his sun-em-
Drowned cheeks, tinted with the bright
hues of health. Well might the widow
be proud of such son.
"Don't you wish to see Helen ?" /
heard his sister murmur in his ear
ooh, she will be SO glad to see you.''
saw Charles give sudden start and
turn pale, while he answered:
Yes, sister, would like very much
to see her. But has she been true to me
Has
"Oh, brother" said Mary, looking al
him reproachfully, how can you ask
such question ? She has done moth.
ing but think and talk about you ever
since you have been gone. She has al
tered very much, and think for the
better. But you can judge for yourself
we will go and see her tonight"
"I-I-would rather wait till morn
ing, / should think it would be better
time" answered Charles, looking
down.
l have already stated to the reader
that 1 was, at that time, just Is years O
age, and of course considered mysel
competent to judge upon all love mat
ters. therefore came to the conclusion
that Charles must have been very in
different lover, to speak of waiting un
til morning to see the object of his af
fections, after an absence of four years
from the said object.
That Mary was of the same opinion,
have no doubt; but 1 have no right t.
pry into the thoughts of any lady upon
such matters, and shall not attempt il
in the present instance.
Inc next morning, just after the sun
had dried up the dews from our path ,w'
set out, one and all, with the exception
of Mrs. Gray who wished to add a few
more little ornaments to the room of he
son before he returned.
AS we approached the house of Heller
Green, we saw that beautiful young lad,
already up and in the garden. She wa