Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1889-07-25

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slowly; 81 do not reinomber having
heard the name before. Are you
ipositiveit is my name G, asked me
ss'ly ica'sly afor strange ns, as as il il may
appear to you, / know literally no.
thing about myself save within a
month past, and, in fact, nothing
else either. / am an infant that has
reached his majority" and here he
smiled; but o what a smile! There
was depth OF sadness in it that
cannot be described in words.
/ then acquainted him with all the
particulars of his mysterious disap-
poarance; his fathers anxiety, his
mothor's grief, and the story brought
tears to his eyes. / urged Elm to
sddvasor 10 break through this dark
cloud which enshroudcd his memory,
but he sadly shook his head, saying
he had cndeavored to do so, and
cudgelled his brain until it wcll-nigh
crazed him, but of no avail, and he
came to a conclusion to lot things 90
by chance; perhaps in that way he
would recover his identity as quickly
as in any other way he could devise.
I produced the pencil picture Of
himself, and he gazed at it with evil
dent interest; then asked, in the
manner child might ask
"Was this taken for mo ?''
"My poor Oscar!" exclaimed !, in
fearful accents, "your memory is in
deed gone astray, since you do not
remember that you gave it to me not
two years ago"
"Did |" responded he, innoccntly
then fell into a deep study from
which l did not disturb him, but sat
gazing OH the wcll-known face of
him who no longer knew me, him
self or anything.
"When ! finally proposed that he
should return to England with me,
he ut once agreed, adding, "Strange
that | should have left my home
without being aware of it and cross
the mighty ocean," he added,
thoughtfully.
"Tell me what is the first thing
you remember?" asked I, as a
thought struck me that his answer
might possibly furnish mo q clue OF
some kind.
"Thc first thing remember was
awaking ont sleep OH board YES
sci. I was lying in berth with a
bandage round my head. I asked
the surgeon, when he came to visit
me, what had occurred and he seem
ed pleased to hear me speak; and
then, without telling me what L was
so eager to. know, he piled mo with
questions, and was surprised, nay, I
might say shocked, when he found I
knew nothing of my past life. My
first recollection being when I awoke
on shipboard.
cit was he who first called me
"Lost Identify" and the sailors are
proverbially fond of nicknamcs, I
discovered, and all on board called
me by my new name. / say now
advisedly, | may say, for I supposed
it quite natural that had another
name, if I could only meet some
one who could pronounce it,"
"And this is all you know?" I
asked.
CALI was the brief reply.
Well, gentlemen, Most Identity"
was my state-room mate on my re-
turn voyage. l had clothed him as
befitted his station, and conducted
him into the presence of his father
and mother.
The poor woman claspcd him to
her bosom and cried:
"I[eaven be praised, my lost dar-
ling is restored to mel"
His father was equally affected on
meeting his lost boy, but he was less
dcmonstrative, yet the deep sigh of
relief that escaped him aftc" he had
embraced the restored o.. L., gave
proof of his deep feeling.
Mrs. Marshfcld was the first TO
discover the awful aflliction that had
ovcrtakcn her boy, and the rcvela-
ton nearly took away her breath.
His father pressed him all manner of
questions in the hope of striking
some responsive chord in his cloud
cd memory, but all in vain; the
young man had indeed lost his iden-
tity.
Mr.. Marshfcld took me to his pri-
yatc study, and, after brief mo-
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