Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1878-08-07

ceremony; lifted the frail form in her stout
arms and tenderly laid it PROSTATE on a
settee near at hand.
Get me some WATER Master William.
1t was brought The toll hardened hand
of Bridget bathed the white, drawn face
with tender kindness, an | life began to
flicker over it again.
He's comm to himself she whispered.
and now stand where be can't sce We, for
the sudden joy can kill one as swift rs the
bitter sorrow does. And are you better
now sir?' she asked kindly, bending over
him, while she motioned the children to
approach. oh. then see that you are /;
and is it the children you want to see !?
Come hear my darlings, and kiss your
grandfather. 1t is no wonder that We took
to one another this day; twas the voice of
nature that was calling ye; and she is go
ing to crafty herself now. I'm thnkin',
she added, as Robbie and Bessie. waiting
| no further invitation, splang to the clock
makers open arms and hid their curly
/ heads on his breast
Our Father in heaven, thank thee /!
| thank thee" he eilculated feebly.
'Faix, sir continued Bridget. laying
her hand on his ann, and compelling his
attention 10 herself by the action. Don't
you begin rolling your eyes about now
looking for some one else. He is safe and
sound, warrant yon; for if he wasn't,
wouldn't he here to-day lookin' on this Joy
full sight and telling you this. When that
villain of II steamer cut us in two that
night, and | was going down to my cold
bed in the black waves, whose young.
strong arm stretched out II plank for me
To cling TOP Whose young, strong arm
held me up when was that weak could
not hold on no longer, and kept up my
head till the Frenchman came and saved
us? Why need he asking you all that
when | can see in your eye that you know
who it was rs well rs | do. Come out
from behind there, Master William, and
let the old gentleman see what a whisker
yCu We raised since no last took a look at
you. Oh, and it would melt a heart of
sone, she added, through her tears, TO
look at the two of thpm,' as the old clock
maker received his son in his trembling
arms.
My little lad, my little lad was all he
could utter.
Hear me again cried Bridget. who
felt that she was mistress of the situation
all feeling that her quaint way Of
breaking the happy news 10 him was the
best one.
i am listening to you, my good girl.
And may God in Heaven bless you,' he
answered.
win YOU promise me you won't go
Hopping down again when I tell you some
thing esep Look right at me, sir, if you
please. Sure, if was to tell you that
there was, not far from here. the sweetest
widdy-woman, who s been grievin' her
life away after one she thought was burn
ed up in that same tire,-bad luck to it
What more Bridget might have added
was lost in the sudden rising of the oil,
clock maker Youth, joy and rapture
sparkled in the swift light that flashed in.
to his eve. A slight figure drnped in black
glided from behind him. That light die
not leave his eyes again, for they rested or
IA face, which for him earth never held ;
conference.-the face of his wife. To his
heart he folded her restored to him so un
expectedly, and through the stiffness they
heard the voice of the cuckoo clock in thu
kitchen Ginning Il hour of six.
What II start it gave me! exclaimed
Bridget. 'One would think the crathu
had life in it, an that it was rejoicin' wit
the rest of US Golden Rule.