Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1880-04-02

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the station ere James Bronson's feet
touched the broad platform Of the some
what pretenfious depot.
It was dark when he arrived at the
home Of Father Lewis. He only brought
grieyous news to the aged pair, for they
knew nothing Of the whereabouts Of the
wanderer.
II say. Bronson, have you noticed these
literary gems that appear 80 regularly IN
?" said DIR. Gregg
to his travelling companion, one bright,
pure morning, az the two sat IN private
parlor Of first-class hotel.
For two years the Bronson residence
had been closed, and for the greater part
Of the time Its proprietor had wandered
from inland town IN seaport; through
CITY. village and country. always hoping
to find hi. one pearl. Many frail sister
had received aid from his hands; for he
thought, ''who knows but my Grace
might be in as great need'''
All the time DR.. Gregg addressed him
he had been sitting by an open window {;
but his head was bowed. and his mind so
occupied with sad thoughts that he needed
neither the perfume of the flowers. borne
in upon the breeze, nor the passing throng.
Not until the doctor addressed him the
second time. did he secm aware OF an
others presence.
mo; I've read advertisements for the
last six months Once those little gems
Of literature we're hailed with delight,
when my wife listened 10 my reading or
read them herself. II was one OF my
pleasures 10 hear her criticisms. for she
had just appreciation Of literary cul-
= tnre."
well, you ought to read these. II is
not long since they first began 10 make
their regular appearance. There must be
new celebrity beginning to ascend the
armament of the literary world. The
author is evidently woman who has sui
Tered and grown strong. Her articles are
seldom lengthy, but always fresh, racy
and delightfully."- readable. She speaks di
recty to the heart II the sun is shining
ever so brightly. when YOU are reading
one of her pen pictures that CHANGED to be
written when dark clouds were lowering
about her. you will feel the breath OF the
cold north wind as IL comes through the
tasseled pine, and feel tho sleet striking
edgcwise against your cheek. Again if
she is in a merry mood, no matter how
dark the clouds may be about yourself,
you will feel the CLEANS Of Il sunny day
radating through the beiogged chambers
Of your soul I should like to become ac-
qnaintcd with the gifted writer
''You arc certainly eloquent in her
praises Under what nom de plume does
she writc?" inquired Mr.. Bronson. with
more than ordinary interest.
Grace Dcbrmo.'
.I.et me read the article in that paper,
please. You have quite aroused my GU
riosity.''
Was il because the sweet name of Grace
was attached 10 the paper that made the
little sketch seem rs familiar To him rs
household words? or was there some es-
pccal attraction in the statement made AT
the close OF the sketch Cone who seeks
for happiness in the affections of n pure.
fond heart. will rs often find it in n lowly
heart rs lordly hall"
Over and over again did he read these
words and each time he became more
thoroughly convinced that they were writ
ten especially for him. for the --
Weekly had been his iavorito literary pa
per for many years.
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