Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1886-03-04

Giving vour boy, Mary's boz, who
Saved your life at the risk of his own,
who loves YOU so trulyr
Simon cartwright lifted his face from
the cushions, where it had been hidden.
Upon the wasted cheek tears stood like
GREAT diamonds. and the voice was
broken and hoarse that said:
.'Send for my boy, Mattel"
Gladly the message was written and
sent to the telegraph office
TO Mr.. EDWARD HARrwRIGHr No. 81
street, New York: Your rather wishes
to see YOU. Come at once. He is danger
ously ILL., MATTE CoLWELL.
The evening shadows were creeping
over the great room where Simon Hart
wright waited for the dread summons
he knew could not long be delayed.
Matte Colwell had not left him. BY
every sweet memory cherished in her
soul she had kept alive the tender, for
giving spirit her words had already
Weakened in the fathers heart.
The agitation OF the morning had
added much to the invalid's sutferings,
and, as evening came on, the gentle,
loving watcher feared the son would
come too late for his fathers words of
reconciliation. He had been doing
uneasily, when he suddenly started
awake.
The will! Matte, we forgot the
will 1t is in the drawer. Burn it,
Mattel Tell Ned there is legacy for
you-S10, 900! If the will stands my
boy is disinherited. Burn 1t, Mattier'
With trembling hands Simon Hart
wright drew from the drawer the will
that left his son beggar, and thrust
it into Matte ColwelPs hands
Burn it, let me see it burnt he
said, feverishly; and with eagerness,
and gladly Matte laid the paper upon
the burning Goals of the CRATE. While
they watched it burn there was noise
OF rapid horses feet, roll of wheels,
hustle at the door. and quick feet
upon the stairs.
Ned! Ned!"
The voice Of the sick man rang out
clear and shriu, and was answered by
loud cry.
Father, ! am comingr'
Then Matte stole out of the room as
a tall figure rushed in, and Ned Hart
wright knelt beside his fathers chair
to feel warm tears upon his face, the
clasp of loving arms, and her broken
words of blessing ana welcome.
In the hail Matte found little flo
ure waiting in bewldered patience for
welcome, and took upon herself the Of
flee of hostess to the bluc-eyed wife, for
whose sake Ned had dared his father $
anger and imperiled his inheritance.
Matte took Lucy into the warm draw
ing-room, ordered supper for the tray-
elers, and unrolled the 2-months' baoy
from its multitudiuous shawls and
wraps.
Matte listened to the fearful deserip-
ton of Ned's mingled Joy and sorrow
when the telegram came. Matte
smoothed the fair cGrls of the young
wife, Gained her agitation aud took her
into loving confidence, And when Ned
came, grave and pale, to say: My
father viii see you, Lucy" Matte took
the boy from his mothers trembling
arms and followed after the first words
Of reconciliation were spoken.
She found Ned holding his father S
hand in closest grasp, while Lucy,
leaning over the great chair, softly
bathed the clammy brow, where the
death-dews were gathering fast.
"Ned's boy the dying man gasped,
as the baby face was lifted to his own.
''Ned's baby! May God bless the childI
And may God ever bless Matte! See
to it, Ned, that she never wants love
while you liye-Mattie, who brought
you to my arms, as she has brought
your son this night! Matte, VINO
brought you tonight to take the sting
from dcath They viii tell you, Ned,
that Matte never Wearies IN doing
good, but she has done no noblesss DIRK
i'm hey life than she has done to-day in
bringing my boy to my side. "
These were the last words Simon
cartwright spoke until, at the last he
whispered:
"Ned- forgiye-my boy tod bless
my boyr' and he died with the bless
inc on his lips.
Matte Colweu lives her quiet life of
usefulness, leaving undone no kindly
act her hands can accomplish; but there
is no memory OF good work done SO
precious to her heart as the memory of
the reconciliation her words accom-
plished between Simon cartwright and
his son.