American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1878-12-21

the gifts, when suddenly the door-bell
rang. "Dear mel" said Mrs. Winner
ton. "Who can come now? Every
body is supposed to be at home on
Christmas night"
"Is this Mr.. Winnerton' s residence p''
asked somewhat hoarse voice.
Yes; sir. VIII You walk INF" said
Hannahs wht opened the door
And the stranger walked in, and
found Mr.. Winnerton on the very top
seat of tho stpp-l"dde., holding Il huge
doll in his hand, which was marked
"For Norah." When the gentleman
entered, Mr. Winnerton sprang down,
threw his smoking-ca off, gave the dol
into Norah's ready arms, and extended
his hand,
You are sfslgef, sir, and find ne
playing Harlequin or my little foils;
but you are right welcome"
You wrote s notice for the parer;
sir, and gave some initials. 1t was
brought to my notice about ten o'clock
last night. l have travelled esegy mo-
ment since, and am hereto .now the
worst or best you can tell n,'. Ny Matte
is Sunderland William Sunderland;
and was Captain of a cavalry COM
pany during our war. l left my wife in
Europe, with her child, too weak, after
a long illness, to come With me when
the call came for merez troops. She
urged me to leave yer, and / did so,
after receiving promise that her fam
lily in England woEld send her to re
She sailed, 1 learned, on the Inflated
"Aurora, and no tidings ever reached
me- l supposed all lost. Irdssl.%o
PaPor- Seid 80. The anxiety tbE 49,
hospital, and. =, recovering t plunged
again into the thic.sst of th -. A "Ia
evening, while sittinr,n al oio
friend, picked up New OLE Gs1,p paper
and read your notice. In five nSss.Sfes
1 was on the cars. What can you tell
me, sifp''
The stranger had spoken rapidly, and
every one stood GREATNESS, looking in
tently at him.
"My dear FRIEND" said VII erton,
while the tears stood ia his eye, 81
think we have your child here with us.
And this kind Irish friend of ours will
tell you the story of your wife's last
days"
Mrs. Dooley ran from the room, and
brought the pictures; carefully wrapped
in cotton. Mrs. Winnerton greeted the
stranger, and then produced the Pray
er-book and Bible.
They were Marian's," he said, sad
ly. "My poor, poor darling!"
For a few moments no one spoke in
the room and the Captain buried his
face in his hands. Then Mrs. Winner
ton led Norah to her father.
"This must be MY little Lillian" said
he: MY baby Lillian! Her eyes are
like Marian's. Papa has but one arm
for you, my darling, E" he said, as he held
her long and close to his breast. Then
the story was all told and the gallant
Captain insisted on the family merri-
ment renewed. 81 shall be quite con-
tent to look on" he said, sand convince
dream, indeed, with Lillian's arm about
his neck and Iillian's voice saying
"Oh! Papa, Papae l was sure you
would come for me. Mamma said so,
and prayed such a sweet little prayer
for you every night. And now you
must never, never go away"
"Never without you, my precious, "
said the Captain. Kind, generous
hearted Mrs. Dooley received hand
some reward for her goodness to the
sick stranger; and Dick, who was
nearly wild over the real live captain,
who could tell stories about the war;"
shouted: sob! Norah, Norah! You
wouldn't have had him if hadn t taxi
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