The San Saba news. [volume] (San Saba, Tex.) 1873-1966, 1889-11-29

Grace opened the door and the man
stepped in. An old lady Of about seventy
summers sat in a large armchair knitting
I say summers, for it did not seem as if
that fair and placid face had ever wit
messed the rough storms and blasts of
cold dreary winter. "Take seat by
the fire, sir; it is growing colder, and I
fear we may have a storm before morning;
have you much further to go, stranger"
Il was thinking Of reaching the tavern,
madam, " the man replied, u inquired of
a man who told me that it was four miles
to the village. It seems long and cold
walk. Do you think to-day that you
could keep me all night; I really dread
to 20 out in the storm and cold again. "
"Well, sir" replied Mrs. Moses, Il
have never turned the stranger from my
door. We are two women here alone,
Grace and 1, and if let you stay all
night, TRUST the good Lord will care for
His own. For the sake of my son, my
boy, who has been wandering these six
long years, do to others as 1 would
have others do for him"
'eYou have son, madam, out in the
world. How could he leave his home, and
such mother, for so long a time; he
must be an ungrateful, undutiful son. !"
s'My Willie will come some day, and
then Ishall know all about it; We will
not discuss the matter" said the old
lady, with dignity. Then turning to
Grace, she said: ''Now, dear, we will
have some supper; dare say the man is
hungry"
As Grace disappeared down the cellar
stairs on hospitable thoughts intent, Mrs.
Moses again addressed the stranger.
"Will you please take your hat off,
sirl always like to see who am talk
ing to-"
The stranger arose, threw off the old
coat and slouched hat and stood re-
vealed tall, handsome and well dressed
man; the kindly blue eyes beaming with
love and tenderness upon the old lady.
Mrs. Moses's hands released their hold of
the stocking which she was forming. 1t
fell to the floor unheeded save by the
kitten, who in less than two minutes
was perfectly wound up in yarn, stocking
and knitting needles, while the kittens
mistress tottered forward, crying out,
is it possible, can it be my son, my
WilGel"
The stranger received her in his arms,
murmuring: "My mother, yes it is your
Willie, come back TO your faithful heart
at last" Grace Seyton, hearing the
commotion hurried from the cellar, drop
ping meat, doughnuts, bread and pie,
which she had been collecting for the
tramp's supper, all in a heap together
She feared the man had attacked the old
lady in her absence, and her astonish-
ment was unbounded when she reached
the head of the stairs and saw Mrs.
Moses clasped in the strangers arms.
They both looked up at her exclamation
of establishment, Mrs. Moses's face beam
ing with JOY and happiness.
1.-The lost is found, Grace; this is my
son, my Willie; and Willie you surely re
member little Grace Seyton'
s'Yes, indeed do" he replied, taking
the blushing and bewildered girl by the
hand, Though I should hardly recog-
nize in this Young lady the child which I
used to know, had 1 not been prepared
to find her here with mother"
"Why, who told you that she was liv-
ing with me. Williel" asked Mrs. Moses.
In reply he told her of his
conversation with little Flossy and
her father, and OF the child's eager
desire that he should go to her granny's
to get rested.
@Blessed child, said the grandmother,
she has been a great consolation to nc
in your absence, William"
She had hardly ceased speaking when
footsteps were heard, and in another IN