Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1885-05-16

what to do. She wished to let her sons
know that she was their mother before she
came into the presence of this great man
but, while she heSitated, the impetuous
youths hurried her On.
Come, they said, Eve are late ourselves
We must 60 Come with US They led her
to the room of the General. On the table,
covered with purple cloth, lay the helmet
of Eustachius with a bunch OF waving
plumes. his staff of ivory and gold, and bus
sword with its golden handle, and before
her astonished ewes she saw her dear hus-
band. so long lost to her, but looking TO her
| loving eyes as young as when she haq mar
ried him. The discovery was too sudden Tor
her She grew deathly pale, and forgetting
all but the one wild joy of the moment, she
rushed towards him with the cry, My
| husband"
Then, seeing the astonished look on his
! face in which there was no recognition,
she stopped suddenly and stood in the
midst of the room, thunderstruck at the
thought of what she had done. WHAT
could Eustachius think Of a slave who had
| dared address such words to him? But
| EustachiuS came towards her so full OF
sympathy that the yearning love IN her
bursting heart once more overpoWered her:
| She told him that it was not wonderful!
that he did not recognize her, so many and
bitter had been the trials she had gone
| through. She recounted to him certain
incidents known only to themselves.
And now" she cried, do you not
know the wife who has leYed you all these
years? AS Christian you cannot refuse
| to believe me because | am slave =
| She seemed faindng with emotion, when
he recognized his beloved wife, and JOY
almost deprived him of his power of
speech. After the first glad surprise was
over the mother said:
Now let lis share our happiness with
our two sons.
ALAS, wild beasts have killed them"
"No. our sons live; they were in your
army"
How can that be? It cannot be! Yet
now you look like a prophecies" Theo-
pista had gone into an adjoining room and
returned, leading the two young soldiers.
These are your sons. Here is AgapiUs,
and here is the boy with yellow locks-the
one the wolf had taken-he is Theophist.'
These my sons? These to whom l
gave my crown? This cannot be-"
Believe, dear father" said Theophist,
90 for we are, indeed, your sons
After little talk, where each had so
much 10 say, EustaChius suddenly asked a:
DO not your hearts tell you that you
have something else to DO than to recognize
me? That you have something to do for
YOUR mother?" When he had spoken of
how some one on the ship had ill-treated
their mother, the youngest fiercely drew
his sword.
SHOW me the man that did that he
cried You knew our mother was slave"
said lie to his father Why did you not
try to find her? Show us where she is and
we will free her. At the thought Of their
dear mother being slave for sixteen years
they cried like babies. and the poor
mothers love made itself so felt that they
fell on her neck, crying:
"Mother, Mother You are indeed our
mother" Then all four of this iong-sep-
arated family said a prayer OF thanksgiving
to God and went into the garden where
they could relate the strange history Of
their lives 70 each other.
The mother, restored TO freedom, these
loving hearts for short time were happy
in each others society, but the Emperor
Adrian, the adopted son and the successor
of Trajan, wishing to reward Eustachius
for his great and noble services, devised a
feast at which to crown him with highest
honors. But first the Emperor wished to
offer sacrifice to the gods, and Eustachiu5
refused to Join in the heather worship.
Then in his fierce anger the Emperor or
3ered Eustachius and his family to be put
to death by wild beasts, but the most saw
age beasts only fawned on them and would
not harm them. Then brazen OK was
heated to a terrible heat and the door into
the inside was opened They all walked
calmly in and the door of the not oven
was closed on them: After three days it
was opened, and they were all four found
TO be sleeping gently, the sleep of death,
with 4 sweet smile on their lips. They had
won the martyr crown Translated from
the German by Bertha Won Hillern.
the exhibition of Miss Beckett and Miss
Won Hiliern, which is to open the first week
in May at the Vendome, are taken from
this legend