The Brookhaven leader., 1884-02-07


and pray for you each night. Freckles."
He found n man who was shipping
blooded horse to Chicago, and by TAX
ing care of the animal Henry was al
lowed free passage to that city. When
he arrived in Chicago he had only ten
cents left. He spent five cents in a
stamp and stationery and wrote to his
mother There was no dependency in
that letter. He got n Job in q livery
stable that day at good wages.
Within few days horse was stolen
from the stable and Henry was arrested
on suspicion of being an accomplice. He
lay in all for ten days, when he was liber-
ated for lack of evidence just as he was
coming down with brain fever. He
was sent to the city hospital, where for
two weeks he was delirious. His at
tendant noticed strong cord about his
neck, to which was attached pewter
locket, in which was bunch of dried
forget-me-nots. He was mere shadow
of his former self when he regained
consciousness. A kind-hearted clergy
man became an interested and frequent
visitor to him, loaned him books to read
and when he became strong enough
took Henry to his home. The red hair
of Henry all came out, and when it
grew again it was dark auburn color,
and the freckles never returned.
The clergyman needed man about
the garden and to care for his horse.
and gave Henry the situation at good
wages. must be brief in this romance
from real life. In less than two years
Henry Martin, thanks to the benevolent
clergyman, was in Harvard College. In
six years from the time he left Albany
he was a minister of the Gospel.
At the end of eight years he was the
pastor of fashionable church in Chica-
90 at a salary of $4,000 year, and he
had -, 900 to his credit in the bank.
Nine years and eleven months from
the tine he left Albany he started on
his annual vacation. As he kissed his
white e-haired mother goodbye, he said:
'"The ten years are nearly gone. | can
surely find her, and will telegraph you
the result. God help me-" Five years
after Henry had left Albany there camo
a great financial panic and Louise Rob
bins father became bankrupt.
Almost penniless, he and his daugh-
ter removed to New York, where he be-
came book-keeper for gentleman
whom he once employed in his store in
Albany. The father and daughter lived
in modest way in an uptown flat.
Mr. Robbins never reproaehed Louise
for anything, eXt ept that she was such
a recluse from society and would allow
no attention from any gentlemen. He
could see no beauty in an old, dried
bouquet which Louise ALWAYS kept in
her room, which she brought with her
from Albany, He sometimes had fears
lest she was losing her mind, for in her
sleep she was continually muttering
something that sounded like Henry
Martin. One day he said to her:
"W hO is Henry Martin? l never knew
any Henry Martin, except the vaga-
bond 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 car-driver, she appeared
absent-minded, was startled by any
noise; that she took extra pains in
crimping her hair and making herself
as attractive as possible.
She had not had one word from Hen
ry Martin since he left Albany, and did
not know whether he was dead or alive.
She had frequently read notices of the
talented young preacher of the same
name who had created such furOre in
Chicago, but she never mistrusted that
he was the one whose return she longed
and PRAYED for. One afternoon there
ly,Anl- ut hnr In,y. which l,o
answered. and ushered him into their
little parlor as he inquired for her IA
ther, who would be in shortly. Louise
is startled by something in this stran-
ger which reminds her of Henry Mar
tin.
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 can
not be. What magnificent bearing
this gentleman has. He is the picture
of health. His dark auburn hair is
brushed back from a high, classical
forehead. He is tall and thin, but is
very erect, and has square shoulders.
His voice is deep and mellow,
and though his eyes are pierre
ing there is an expression on his face as
nified way, the stranger inquiries: ''Did
YOU ever know a car-driver by the
name of Henry MARTINI Before she
could answer the tears involuntarily
filled her eyes.
With trembling voice he interrupts
her and says: at is now four o clock;
ten years ago at this very hour Henry
Martin received a very precious note.
Are you willing to receive me to-day,
Or Before he can finish the
sentence she has her arms about his
neck, and says: 81 knew you would
return to me!''
When Rev. DR.. Martin returned from
his vacation he brought his wife with
him, and to-day, in city still further
West, where he is the leading clergy
man, he shows me pretty locket con-
tanning some dried flowers, which he
says we're forgct-me-nots, and intro
duces me to his wife, one of the love-
liest ladies / have ever seen.-Albany
Journal.