The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1885-11-07


the lips of the patient. After quiv
ering of the eyeIids the large blu,
eyes opened, looking wonderingly
around at the grandeur such as shC
had often dreamed of but never seen
| The man at her side had been look
ing intently at her from the first
evidently in brown study from the
Knit brow and thoughtful eye; bnI
when she opened her eyes he started
up, eXclalming: "How like my sis.
ter Ethel" Ethel attempted to raise
herself, but she fell back on the lounge
with cry of anguish.
"My poor child, what is it ?''
"My ankle, | think. is sprained.
After the pain had somewhat sub.
sided she said:
"Will you be kind enough to tell
ais.Gab sha-nk e., e., s,a here reese n.
fainting While coming home from
work"
"Never mind now, my child" The
doctor, who had been sent for, now
arrived. He was the typical rosy
faced, gOOd-natured doctor, and soon
had her ankle more comfortable, tax.
ing his ieaYe with the injunction
"that the utmost care must be taken
of her." and prophesying a speedy
recovery, and that he would bring
her around all right in a compile of
weeks"
After the doctors exit "mine host"
explained to Ethel's satisfaction how
he had found her lying on the steps.
He could not look at her without be-
trayinc the deepest signs of emotion.
"My child, have you any friends
or relatives who will beanXious about
you to whom l might send word 2"
"A'as, | have no friends. l am
only poor orphan, with one in
the wide, wide world to care for me
Mamma died six months ago." and
the sweet blue eyes filled with tears.
A deep shade of pity overspread
the mans face. "Tell me-" anxious
ly and breathlessly, "who was your
mother; what was her maiden
name 2"
81 do not think I ought to tell, for
grandpapa d disowned her because she
married against his will, and he is
living some place in New York. and
he probably would not care to have
it spoken of, for mamma said he was
very proud"
AS she ceased speaking a silver
haired old man entered the room and
bent over the couch. He was as
visibly affected as his son had
been,
"Oh, my son, who is this? II
looks so much like my poor, lost
Ethel"
"Will you tell now, my child ? ]
assure you / have only the best mo-
tives and not merely curiosity for in.
quiring. The deepest of inserests are
at stake. | have long been searching
for my long -lost'sister, and you hear SC
great a resemblance to her that have
strong convictions that you are hel
daughter"
A warm blush of pride swept over
Ethel's face as she remembered heI
grandfatner's cruel treatment of hel
sainted mother, for even the most alb.
ject poverty could not suppress hel
pride, and she for time refused, but
at last gave in and told him hel
mothers whole sad story. "And,'
she continued bitterly, "mamma
died Of consumption, the result o
hard work, exposure, want and neg
lect, while her hard-hearted father
was reveling in plenty and comfort
and she now occupies a pauper'S
grave"
The old mans face had twitched
visibly during the narrative. and al
tine completion he completely broke
down and sobbed like a child. Be
coming more composed, he sale
pleadingIy
"If l were to tell you that father
had repented and instituted vigilant
search, advertised, and tried every
way in the world to make amend;
would would you forgive him?
am your grandfather; you wOuIC
not, you could not condemn hin
now ?"
Ethe's surprise knew no bounds
Her grandfather and uncle found anC
pleading her forgiveness, She, The
poor working. girl and occupant o
that miserable attic. She coulC
scarcely believe her senses.
Yes, her mother would have for
given them, and should she not b(
doubly, aye, triply, willing to dc
so? 1t was indeed happy re-
union.
From being a Door shOp-pirl. resid.