Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1896-07-11

"Just as you were. Roselle; just the
same as when we first met. Those
eyes are yours; your smile is just as
it used to be for ME. Don't look at
me, darling Roselle; don't smile Just
now. Oh! why were you taken from
me; why did our child go, tooP !
loved you better than all the world.
but the angels loved you best" Then
he became himself once again, and
turning to the young man, said:
''You must not think anything Of
this. lost my wife and child at sea.
They were. on their way out to me,
but the vessel was never heard OF
again. You have put upon that can.
vas the face of my wife just as she was.
1 thank you with all my heart. 1t is
just as my little daughter would have
been had the sea not claimed her. God
bless you'll God bless you?" and the
broken hearted man clasped jacks
hand and pressed it long and fervently.
For the first time the thought
flashed across the young mans mind.
was he holding the hand OF Adde'S
father? He seemed to realize it all,
and asked, excitedly:
Glow long is this ago."
"Sixteen years ago" replied James
Robertson quietly.
"Why do you look like that?-tell
me. man, tel mel"
"Because-oh, it can't be true?-I
painted that picture from living
model. The girl whose face you see
there lives. She was found sixteen
years ago, saved from the sea, and"
But Robertson cried out, his whole
frame trembling.
"Great heavens! Where is she ?
Take me to her; let me see if she is
my child. I shall know my little
Rosellc. Don't triae with me, young
man, and Oh, don't disappoint me
now"
"She is in the house," said Jack.
James Robertson flew from the
room. 1t was pitiful to see him.
"Roselle, Roselle. my little Ros.
ellie y he cried. "Come to mel Where
are you? I'm looking for you'll"
Little Addie sat quietly in the house
keepers room. She heard the nam 9,
and bent her head to listen. She
seemed as if in doubt, but smile was
in her anxious look, and her child.
hoods days seemed with her once
more. She was with her mother, who
held her in her arms and kissed her
many times, calling her "My little
Roselle." The name was on her lips
when t. man, half frantic with ex-
pectation, reached the door, still cry
ing out the name by which her mother
called her.
He looked for moment upon the
girl before him-only moment, and
then. with cry of Joy born only in a
fathers heart, took her to himself
with strong embrace, kissing her
passionately and weeping as though
his heart would break; yet smile OF
relief was there with his tears. And
his child never for moment took her
arms from around his neck, but
seemed to accept the truth when the
man, brought low, with emotion,
cried out:
"My little Roselle, have I found
you at last!"
He took her on his knee, Jack
standing quietly by, and he told her
how, when quite tiny thing, she
and her mother were on their way to
join him in a distant country. How
they never came, for the vessel was
lost; how he had lived alone ever
since then; for who could share the
love he had for his wife and child?
And then Jack chimed in with "the
birthday story and the father, child
and lover sat there many hours, the
happy man often looking down to say,
"My little Roselle," and to kiss her
once again.
"But, father. you will have to call
Addie-little Addie. 1t is the name
Jack knows and loves me BY"
James Robertson understood. Jack
had his reward, Detroit Journal.