Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1884-02-14

one of his servants. With singular
| quickening of pulse, he recognized his
daughters writing.
She had waited all these silent years,
she told him, being determined
never to write to him again until they
were rich enough for him to know that
she did not write from any need of his
help. They had passed ten years in the
West, and Heaven had prospered them.
Her husband was rich man now, and
she wanted from her father only his love
wanted only, that death should not
| come between them, and either of them
go to her mothers side without having
been reconcled TO the other.
'TTow did this come here who
brought it?" demanded Mr. Golding,
in his usual imperious manner,
II did, grandpapa."
lie sprang up at the soft, timid voice,
as If some fright took him, and stared
at the lovely vision, standing there like
spirit on his hearthstone, with her
white face and her cleaning golden
hair Was it real Where was he
Who could the child bei But, as he
looked, the Likeness flashed upon him
and he grew hungry to clasp her to
him. 1t was the little Amy OF the old
days grown into besuty--for Amy had
never been 90 wondrously fair as this.
"Come here, my child don'tbe afraid.
Tell me what your name is?'
"Amy, grandpapa."
Another Amy! Grandpapa! lie felt
the sobs rising up in his heart with a
great flood OF emotion but he choked
them back
what have they told you about
me- he reioined, after a long pause.
Have they bid you bate meg"
"They always told me that you were
far away toward where the sun rose
and if were good they would bring me
to see you some day. Every night say
in my prayers, God bless papa and
mamma, and God bless grandpapa.
why ddn't they bring you? What
made them let you come alonel"
Mamma sent me with John TO give
rou the letter" was tho simple answer.
"Tbe carriage is at the gate waiting for
me-
"Who is John3'
"Papa's servant"
"Aud-where are they stayiug?'
AT the hotel, We only got here this
morning"
Mrs. Osgood, lowering in the hall.
looked on in wonder. Her master was
coming down stairs, calling for his hat
and coat, aud leading the child. Hc
got into the carriage with her and il
drove away. Mr. Golding was wonder.
ing vaguely whether it was real
They arrived a, last, and the child led
him in, opening a door at the end Of a
long corridor. She spoke ohceriugIy
"Mamma, here's grandpapa. lie said
he would come back with me"
Mr GoIdtng's head went or in nsvim
Advancing weakness tells upon paop.
in such moments a, theso. Hrsai Ho,..
and there we're Amy a5ms-h,. nan
my's--about his ucck. Which O.. lar
two sobbed the most. could 10, be TOLD.
Why hal he never knosn wnat b. .u.,
through all those vanished ycar,g
Father, are we Tccouc.,ci al ir-ig'
81 don't know, nay daughter. unul
you tell me IL you forgive me-
There should be no talk about for
giveness," she sald. "Yng went accord
ing to your own opinion Of what was
right. And perhaps was to blame, too
Father. it t. enough that God ha
brought us together again in peace. /
thought that no one could resist my
little Amy, least Of all. her rrandpaps."
AaN fbbNFh W. AAt GHllh hko0I DY.
silently the freight glittering on her
golden hair, her face shining strangely
sweet. lie put ont his arms and drew
her into them, close-where no child
not even his own, bad ever nestled be.
fore. Oh how much he had missed In
life he knew /: now. lie felt her cling.
ing hold round hs neck-her kisses
dropped upon his face like the plying
dew from heaven; and he-was IL him.
self, or another in his place
Father. see"
Amy's voice had full, cheerful ring
in it. Her married life had been happy.
Mr.. Golding turned at the call.
Here are Harry and the boys waiting
to speak to you" she said, in less as
sured tone.