Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1879-11-26
ranger who was evidently aslonlsh.

stranger, who was evidently asl0niah-
cd at the woe.begone dilapldallon
aud desolatlon Of tho cottage aud
grounds, Dick recognized her and
said, "George, that must be Lucy
Arel strange Isn't II 7"
"Can you you tell mo gentlemen,
asked the lady, III Isaac Sims does
not live here 7" a. they bowed 10 re-
speclfal salulatlon,
"Iie does not now, he lives down
by the river, there" replied Dick
pointing In the direction Of tho pre-
sent lodging place Of Isaac Sims
"that Is added he II no Is liylng--he
has been very sick and not expected
to live, and We were just going down
to SEQ how he is."
"Will you be 80 kind as to call the
coachman to return = replied she
with much agitation, Tor the coach
vas wheeling rapidly away.
Dick ran out IN pursuit, and, by
loud hallooing the recedlng vehicle,
was soon returned to the cottage,
While this was transpifing, Lucy Arlc
learned from George, in briei what
had happened to her bcncfactor, and
his present sad condition.
The three entered the coach, and
and were driven with oil speed to tic
poor hut down by tho river
"Gcod angel. whom Jesus has sent
you look like Lucy-Lucy Arlc, 'mur'
INJURED fcebly tho old man rousing from
his soggy slumber, MS he caught sight
of the visilant sitting by the bedside,
for she would not premit him to be
suddenly awakened when she arrived,
but had asccrtained his condition from
his sole attendant, q poor but kind
hearted woman OF the neighborhood.
lie had been given up tor dead
more than once but had rallied-"but
there is no hope for him." said the
faithful attendant, $50 the doctor
says"
"Who is the doctor9' Lucy inquir-
ed.
"Dr. Camp, the town DOCTOR was
the reply.
"Oh, can it be that Uncle Isaac is
a pauper.'
Just then the old man awoke, as
we have seen, and Lucy Arle ran to
the bedside, and placing her soft hands
on hhis care worn brow, said soft
ly "Uncle Isaac, am no angel but
your own Lucy, who has never ceas-
ed to love you rs a fatherand savior
Refreshing tears of joy were shed
in that reunion.
Lucy's presence brought healing as
by miracle. Her busy engagements
in foreign land had prevented her
communicating with her benetactor for
some time, and he began to think
that she had forgotten him. There
was torture to his kind atectionate
heart in the thought. But now she
had come to him in his sorest need !;
had come to bring him back to life,
and enjoyment he had long been un-
used.
Thus cheered in spirit, and supplied
with all needed bodily restoratives,
and comforts from Lucy Aries liberal
means, he soon recovered, and found
himself back again, at length, in his
former home, supplied with every
thing necessary for comfort, and
adorned with taste. Thus the bread
OF pity and cheer, which he had years
ago, cast to the poor orphan girl, in
her DISSOLUTION, and which had ted her
and given her strength to rise to
noble life, had returned thousand
fold, to bless him in his lonely old
age.
Lucy Arle promised never to leave
him but with her wealth and filial love
to cheer him to life's close. She fulfilled
her promise, and the old man always
persisted that he did see "an angel,
when on his sick bed in tho old house
by the river, and no one but Lucy
ever attempts to gainsay it.
M'm a ruta-baga and here's where
l plant myself" said tramp as he
entered farmhouse and seated HIM
self at the table "Im the flower of
the family, and this is my pistil,'
remarked the farmers daughter, pro-
ducing Smith & Wesson from the
bureau drawer at the sight the +. b.,
who had planted himself, immediate
Iy came up and beet hasty retreat.