The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1883-05-16

u there is a physician here,s will ls
| please come forward We have nearly put
q live man under ground. 1t is case Of
suspended animation"
Then the scene that followed 1t beggars
description,
II was so terrible, yet SO joyful, when al
last MY youne master was fully brought
back to life. 1t was hours before he could
speak, his wide-open, imploring eyes being
the only sign of life for a long, anxious In.
ierval of time
Had it not been for that piercing, heart
breaking cry, he would have surely gone
down TO his grave thon and there in his
young manhood, and no one would hay,
ever known that he had left wife and &
baby-boy to battle with the cold world.
THE they were working over Master Philip,
others had taken the poor Young girl into
The vestibule, and were trying to restore her
70 consciousness. 1t was nearly as difficult
task to bring her back arain to life, as it
was with Maeter Philip. But at last she
opened her eyes, and looked about her.
wistfuuy at first and questioningly-the
with a sudden recollection of what she had
seen she shivered and seemed about to go
OF IN another faint, but just then a messen-
ger came in hot-haste with an inquiry for
her, and request that she should be
brought into the presence of her husband,
whom her cry had aroused to life again.
The dread accessories of death had been
hastily removed, blankets had been sent for,
and lounge and pillow had been brought,
so that the ante-chamber had been trans.
formed for the time into the appearance Of
sick-room.
Her tottering steps had to be supported,
for as no one knew the relation she bore to
Philip, no one had said to her, "Your hus.
band lives" so that the truth burst upon her
like flash of lghtning-so sudden and
overwhelming was her joy when she saw
Philip, and heard him say, "Come here,
my own little Polly"
With low, glad cry she tottered forward
and threw herself upon her knees beside
him.
He laid his hand upon her pretty head
and turned his eyes beseechingly upon his
father, who stood near watching him with
variety of feelings struggling for the mas.
terry in his stern face. My mistress was
standing by her son holding his other hand,
and looking at him as though if she turned
her eyes away for an instant she might lose
him.
Bless her Master Philip felt that he was
cure of her forgiveness but it was more
serious question about what his father might
do.
Perhaps if he had been fully conscious OF
what had taken place-how he had been
thought dead, and had been coffined, and
had come nigh to being put under ground
he might not have felt SO uneasy about his
fathers forgiveness. But he only knew thai
something strange had happened, and thai
he must lose no time in saying what it WINS
upon his mind to say.
Father" he said, feebly, "forgive me
for deceiying you SO long. I have been mar
ried to Polly for two years, and have been
afraid TO tell you. She's as good as gold,
and you and mother must love her for my
sake We've gota baby, TOO, and lie looks
just lKe you.
There was terrible struggle going ON In
my old masters breast but natural aifec
ton drove out the old Adam, and his joy at
Philips being spared to forgive him, and he
took his wife and baby into his heart, and
into his house, too, where I suppose they
will always stay.
The doctors say that Master Philip had an
attack of catalepsy, and that was why we
found him stiff and cold in his bed one
morning when he hadn't been sick at oil the
day before; but say II WINS special inter-
vention of Providence in behalf of Polly
and the baby; for Master Philip would
never have dared to face his father and tell
him tho truth under any other circumstan
ees. - Mary II. Aofatt.