The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1891-06-19

and that of his lovely daughter. Nc
than this-he made his abode ~ taO
house. for the old colonel took a fancy
for him.
lie saw that the little family was n
strditened circumstances. and belicv
ing that he had contributed 70 tEcir
poverty. the thought cut him 70 ia
heart. An old man who had, pcrsians,
known want; n young and lovely Ei-i
who had suffered. and through HIM
Colonel. he said, one afternoon, as
they sat together in the hall. did you
lose much by the war?"
'.Everythina-. sir." said the colonel,
Except this house, which they inac-
vertcntly overlooked. Ny greatestloss
was ia money. ! had an iron box ful
Of gold and silver buried in my cellar.
but they found it,
-Thicf,
The echoes came back 20 him from
the past. but lac resolved that il tAat
box could be found. the w-onCed AMI
rightful owner should have II.
The next day lac set out alone 10 thai
well-remcmbarcd wood. The SCARED
oak was still standing he knew TIA
very spot whore he had baEicd tie
gold. though il was now greatly over
grown with foliage.
lie returned 10 the house. The
colonel was walking IN the garden witn
his daughter
Colonel" he said, Il want Tou c-a
Miss Hattie to come with me and cs7-
no questions. / had a strange drcg4c
last night. and l want you % hoIaor
me in IT. Here's spade. Now, where
viii we find an aN?"
The colonel laughed and his daughter
looked amused.
I'VE were going for a walk ary-
how" he said, $50 wen hurnor you,
and ask no questions, unless Hattie
there"
oh. / have all a woman's curiosity"
said that young lady, laughing, "but
III obey orders for once, and keep
silent
With an Ak and spade upon his
shoulder, Brashwell--for such was his
name led the way into the wood. the
colonel and lis daughter following III
amused silence.
Arri~cd az the oak, Braahwcll sail,
throwing off his coat: Vow, not q
work while ! work.
They stood by in silence, the dauGhtsr
leaning on her father arm.
BrashTeu cleared away the under
brush and then he began 10 dig.
He was greatly excited Ills whole
frame trcmblcd as he worked.
Presently The spade struck hard. un-
yielding substance, and the next mo
meat the iron box was revealed
Look cried the excited man, ''vo.-r
gold. your gold, The iron box, with al
its glittcring wealth.
The colonel and his daughter drew
near. They were excited now.
surely" cried the old man, surely,
il Is the very same! And yet--vye rnu {
be dreaming. Can you litt it to the
Hght:''
Aye that can" cried Brl-h,yrll. as
with great effort he raised the heavy
box.
Then lac lifted tAc i'd.
sec" he shouted, raPturously,
your gold, safe a on the day when
you buried II in your cellar. Safe and
not a farthing gonc."
The girl uttered glad cry of delight.
But her father was affected differently.
His hand trembled. his face assumed
deathly pallor, he recled and would
have fallen. had not his daughter
thrown her arms around him and Brash-
well fastened t. his side. God bless
you was all lac could say.
God bless you.' echoed the girl,
clasping and kissing BrashwelI's hand
an the fcrvor OF her gratitude.
God grant that II may bc So" cried
Brashwcll. rs the colonel became more
composed, and that lie may forgive
Ine. too"
col Broadwell," he continued, his
voice trembling with emotion. lit was
who took your gold from the house
upyonder and buried il here. / did not
la ~ tta.sh To hgvn
forbade it, ] returned 70 Georgia with
but one purpose-to make restoration.
/ did not know you in those days of
war and desolation: did not know you
or-or your daughter"
He came near breaking down, but
rallied and went on:
''But know you now, and know
her-thanl1 God, II was / who saved
your dwelling from the flames, and now
! give you back your Eold.'
God bless you! God bless you.i
cried the colonel, shaking his baud
heartily.
And let me say the same" cried
Hattie, laying her hand upon his arm,
and thank You from my hcartr'
That i more than all TO me- sail
Brashwcn, and he felt his eyes grow
moist. II am happier man to-day than
have ever been beforer'
And 80 am /, the colonel said. talk
ing him by the hand.
And | am a happier woman" cried
Hasie. I'VE are all SO happy"
Greater happiness was still in store
| for Private William Brashwell. But he
did not gain it until the rebel" colonel
gave his daughter TO the "yankee"
soldier-Frank L. Stanton. IN Atlanta
/ Constitution.