Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1882-01-11

ping quickly forward "let me see it,
please
Taking it from the man, she gave
one look at few words traced upon it,
then n low cry broke from her lips.
"Oh, Philip, my darling thank
Heaven you are saved" And before
the doctor, who had sprung forward,
could catch her, she had fallen to the
floor in dead faint.
Raising her head, DIR. Stanton drew
u small vial of smelling-salts from his
pocket, at the same time dispatching
one of the workmen for Mr.. Graham !;
but by the time he arrived Sylvia was
once more on her feet, and extending
the letter, exclaimed:
"See, father-see. The mystery is
solved, and the cloud lifted ut last !"
"Where was this found ?" asked Mr..
Graham.
"Down between the window-casing
and the WALL" answered Sylvia, excit-
edly. your hand must have been
resting over that long crack in the sill,
on that day and while you slept the
letter slipped down there. Oh, father
and poor Philip"
"He shall have justice, my dear, in
deed he shall! !" interrupted Mr.. Ora
ham. 81 have done the young man a
great wrong but it shall be repaired
as far rs it can be-"
Excuse me" interrupted the doc
tor, "are you speaking of Mr.. Mars
ton "
"Yes-yes," said Sylvia, eagerly
-"Do you know him, doctor?"
81 am attending his mother, who is
very i'll, and who is expecting her son
daily. lie may be with her by this
time.
ooh. then, doctor" exclaimed Syl-
via, her cheeks ahame, ''ifyou would"
81 will go at once," said DIR. Stan
ton, anticipating her words, and re-
garding her with smile at once sad
and tender. "And shall | take mes
sage from you, Mr.. Graham ?"
eyes, yes said the gentleman, tell
him to come up here that | may clasp
the hand of an honest man, in forgive
ness"
In the little cottage he had left two
years before, in such deep disgrace and
sorrow of heart, Philip Marston was
kneeling by the bedside of his mother.
A soft step sounded in the room, and
the invalid looked up with a smile.
"Ah, doctor." she said then placing
her thin hand lovingly on Philips
head, which was still bowed, she added:
"This is my boy-my dear son He
has come to receive his mothers dying
blessing?'
"And more than that, my friend"
said the doctor, laying his hand on the
young mans shoulder. "He has come
to hear that his fair name is free from
The suspicion that has so long been
resting upon it,"
With "a bound, Philip was OH his
feet, his eyes luminous, his face afame.
"What are you saying?" he said in
voice husky with intense eagerness.
"Say those words-those blessed words
once morew
There are others waiting to say
them. Mr.. Graham desires to clasp
your hand in forgiveness and reconcilia-
ton, while another awaits you, of whose
welcome / need not speak"
Thank Heaven exclaimed the in
valid. "Go to them, Philip, and then
return, that we may thank Providence
for this great blessing"
There was nothing to tell in that in
terview that the reader does not al
ready know; but the joy that it sent to
the heart of Mrs. Marston seemed to
prolong her life; and two months later
there was a quiet wedding, at which
DIR. Stanton was present. As the
married pair knelt to receive the moth
er's blessing, the hands that had been
extended above their heads dropped
softly upon them and rested there; and
stepping forward, the doctor lifted them
gently and laid them across her breast.
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