Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1885-12-24
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gainst Harry Church p
YES he had answered, wrathfully !;
Il know that he is q poor man, and
that he cannot keep wifeas daught.
or Of mine must be kept
Anything else, father p looking him
steadily in the eye.
No, that's enough he had thunder.
ed. IN tell you, besides, that IL you
marry him my doors will never open to
you again, never
he met with q will as strong as his
own, that time. She did marry him,
and went away with him from her
fathers house. Mr.. Gelding had known
the day the wedding was to take place,
and disdsined to stop 1t. He washed
his hands of Harry Church, and Of
Amy, his wife. She wrote home otter.
wards, over and over again, but Mr. l..
Golding sent all the letters back unop.
ened. Subsequent to that, they disap.
peared from town /; and he had never
heard what had became of them. 1t
was at least ten years ago now.
It seemed very strange that these
things should come back tonight to
haunt him-and with wild remorse,
a plying regret. He had done nothing
to recall them. Could it be his sense
of failing health that brought them p
IL 80, what sort of anguish might he
not look for as he drew nearer and
nearer to the ending ? He began to
wish that he knew what had been In
those rejected letters-whetherr Amy
had been suffering for anything that
money could supply. The next thought
that struck him was, why he had OPP
posed the marriage so yirulently. 1t is
true Harry Church had been but q
clerk In his own employ but he was
well educated young gentleman, and
would rise with time. Faithful, in
telligent, preserving. respected-but
poor. In that last word lay the head
and front of Harry Churches Offend
ing. He, JOSEPH Golding, was rich
then ; he was far richer now; but he
could not help asking it, what special
good was his riches bringing him ? He
was an old man, the span of lie run
ming quickly on, and be was all alone.
Who would take his gold then He
could not carry it along with him. All
in a moment-he saw it clearly-the
dreadful truth stood naked and bare
his life and its object had been mistak-
en- ones.
'All alone all alone = he kept say.
ing to himself, in sort of vague self
pity. I've tOlled and worked for moth
ing.'
But during this time, even now, as
he sat there, q message of love was on
its way to him. Perhaps Heaven had
but been preparing his heart to receive
1t.
He heard ring at the door-bell.
Heard 1t without paying any attention
to it. Rings were nothing to him
people did not come on business to his
residence, and of visitors he expected
none. Down went his head lower and
lower with its weight of thought.
Mean while two people were admitted
into the hall below man ami a little
girl. The man took off the cbild's
warm cloak and hood. and she stood re-
vealed: dainty, delicate creature of
some eight years old her golden curls
droopiLg softly round her face, with its
large blue eyes and its cherry lips. The
servant who admitted them, not KNOW
Ing what to make Of this, called Mr..
Golding's housekeeper, old Mrs. Os-
good. The latter went into tremor
as she came forward and looked at the
face.
IT'S MissAmy's child y she exclaim-
cd to the man, nervously. 4 couldn't
mistake the likeness
Miss Amy's that was, he answered.
'Mrs. Harry Church she has been this
many year,
Il know. It's as much as my place
Is worth to admit any child of hers
You are Mrs. Osgood, exclaimed the
little girl. Mamma said I should be
sure to see you.'
Hear the blessed lamb ! And so
she remembers me-
She talks of you often: she says you
were always kind to her nobody but
you loved her,
well, I did love her. The old house
has never been the same since she went
ont Of it. What's your name, my
pretty one p
Amy
Amy y repeated the housekeeper,
lifting up her hands, as If there were
some wonder In 1t.
'And mamma said you would let ma
90 up alone.to grandpapa.'
sAnd so you shall,' decided Mrs.
Osgood, after a minutes hesitation. 1
won't stand in the way Of it.let master
be as angry with me as he will. He is