Daily Kennebec journal., 1884-04-10

Albany he started on his annual vacation.
As he kissed his white haired old mother
good-by he said, The ten years are near
ly gone. | can surely find her. and will
telegraph the result. God help me-"
Five years after Henry Martins de-
parture, misfortune came upon the father
OF Louise. Almost penniless. he and his
daughter removed to New York. where he
became book-keeper for a gentleman
whom he once employed in his store in
Albany. The father and daughter lived
in modest way ir an uptown fiat
Mr.. Robbins never reproached Louise
for anything, except that she was such
recluse from society and would allow no
attention from any gentleman. He could
see no beauty in an old dried bouquet
which Louise kept in her room, which she
brought with her from Albany. He some-
times had fears lest she was losing her
mind. for in her sleep she was continually
muttering something that sounded like
Henry Martin. One dav he said to her:
'.Who is Henry Martin? | never knew
any Henry Martin. except that vagabond
who insulted you in an Albany horse car"
Louise turned pale. but made no reply.
Can the reader guess why. as the ten
years had nearly passed since she wrote
that note to the cardriver. she appeared
absent minded, was startled by any noise:
that she took extra paines in crimping her
hair and making herself as attractive as
possible.
She had not had one word from Henry
Martin since he left Albany, and did not
know whethere he was deap or alive. She
had frequently seen notices of the talented
yoang preacher of the same name who
had created such furor in Chicago, but
she never mistrusted that he was the one
whose return she longed and prayed for.
One afternooe there came knock at her
door, which she answered, and ushered
him into their little parlor, as he inquired
for her father, who would be in shortly.
Louise is startled by something in this
stranger which reminds her of Henry
Martin
She almost stares at him to see if it is
possible that he is a relative OF the car
driver. No. she says to herself. it canuot
be. What a magnificent bearing this gen.
tleman has. He is the picture of health.
His dark auburn hair is brushed from
high. classical forhead He is tall and
thin. but is very erect and has square
shoulders. His voice is deep and mellow
and though his eyes are piercing there is
an expression on his face as tender as a
woman's. In a calm. dignified way the
stranger inquiries: did you ever know a
car driver by the name of Henry Martin ?''
Before she could answer, the tears invol-
UNFAIRLY filed her eyes.
With trembling voice he interrupts her,
and says: 1T is now four O'Clock; ten
years ago. at this very hour, Henry Martin
received your precious note. Are you
willing 70 see him to-day, or Before
he can finish the sentence she has her
arms about his neck, and says, II knew
You would return to me-
When the Rev. DR.. Martin returned
from his vacation he brought his wife with
him. and to-day in a city still further
west where he is the leading clergyman,
he shows me pretty locket containing
some dried ho~ ers. which he says were
forget-me-nots. and introduces me to his
wife, one of the loveliest ladies / have
ever seen. viii Albany readers recog-
nize this very happy couple ? Denuer. Cor.
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