Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1885-12-24

her father only his love-wantcd only,
that death should not come between
them, and either of them 60 to her
mothers side without having been re.
conciled to the other.
How did this come here p-who
brought IL p demanded Mr.. Golding, IN
his usual imperious manner.
Il did, grandpapa.'
He sprang up at the soft, ,timid voice,
as If some fright took him, and stared
at the lovely vision, standing there like
a spirit on his hearthstone, with her
white face and her cleaning golden
hair. Was it real ? Where was he ?
Who could the child be ? 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 beauty-for Amy had
never been 80 wonderously fair as this.
Come here, my child; don't be afraid
Tell me what your name 49,
Amy, grandpapa.'
Another Amy Grandpapa He
felt the sobs rising up in his heart with
q great flood of emotion; but he choked
them back.
what haye they told you about mep'
he rejoined, after long pause Have
they bid you hate me p
They always told me that you we're
far away toward where the sun rose :;
and If I were good they would bring
me to see you some day. Every night
I say in my prayers, God bless papa
and mamma, and God bless grandpapa.
why didn't they bring you ? What
made them let you come alone p
Mamma sent me with John to give
you the letter., was the simple answer.
The carriage is at the gate, waiting
for me-.
who Ia John p
'Papa's servant
And where are they staying p
at the hotel. We only got there
this morning.
Mrs. Osgood, lowering in the hall,
looked on in wonder. Her master was
coming down stairs, calling for his hat
and coat, and leading the child. He
got into the carriage with her and
drove away. Mr.. Golding was won
dering vaguely whether it was real.
They arrived at last, and the child
led him in. opening a door at the end
of long corridor. She spoke cheer
inely.
Mamma, here's grandpapa. He said
he would come back with me-
Mr.. Golding's head went off in a
swim. Advancing weakness tells up
on people in such moments ds these
He sat down and there were Amy's
arms his own Amy's-about his neck.
Which of the two scbbed the most,
could not be told. Why had he never
known what he lost through all those
vanished yearsp
Father, are we recoDciled at last p
Il don't know. my daughter until
you tell me if you forgive me
There should be no talk about for
giveness, she said. You went accord
ing to your own opinion of what was
right. And perhaps | was 10 blame,
too Father. it is enough that God
mas brought us together again in peace.
l thought no one could resist my little
Amy. least of all, her grandpapa.'
He looked up. The child stood by,
silently the a, eight glittered on her
golden hair, her face shining strangely
sweet. He put out his arms and drew
her into them, close-where no child,
not even his own, had eyer nestled be-
fore. Oh, how much he had missed in
life The knew it now. He felt her
clinging hold round his neck--her kiss.
es dropped upon his face like the pity
ing dew from heaven and he-was it
himself, or another in his place p
'Father, see.
Amy's voice tad full, cheerful ring
in it. Her married life had been hap.
by. Mr. Golding turned at the call.
Here are Harry and the boys wait
ing to speak to you,' she said, in less
assured toDe.
He shook his son in laws hand heart
lily. Old feuds, old things, were over
now, and all was become new. In his
heart, he had liked Harry Church.
Then hesslooked at the two boys, brave,
merry little fellows, of whom he might
be proud.
Explanations ensued. Fortune had
favored Mr.. Church !; they had come
back for good, and were already looA.
ing out for house.
NO house but mine, interrupted Jo-
seph Golding. 1T will want tenant
when am gone. You must come home
Tomorrow
Tomorrow will be Christmas Day.
said his daughter, doubtlngly.