Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1896-02-13

II ~overhauled her. your honor, took
| possession and towed her into port"
And what nowT'
please, your honor, / have come TO
| report and take order about her.
What sort of a craft is she?'
please, your honor, a small craft,
tight-built, trim-rigge1, fast sailing in
favorable weather, L should think,
though now rather the worse for the
wear and tear of winds and waves"
We'll, haul her up along side, and
lets have q look at her." commanded
the admiral.
"Ay, ay, Sir" said Jerry, fastening
to obey.
Whatever does he mean? l never
can understand that man any more
than if he spoke in Hebrew said
Mrs. Brunton.
Hang the fellow! he always mis-
takes the drawing room for the quar-
tcr-deck,' said the admiral, laughing.
He means that Il young person has
been caught out by the storm and
driven in here for shelter"
But you will never bring a stranger
into thi. room, Iry!'
Certainly, if Madame Pezzilini has
no objection"
"Oh, certainly not replied the prin-
cess. with Il a courtesy.
Then we will see what she is like,
and perhaps turn her yer to the care
of Mrs. Broadsides," concluded the old
veteran.
At this moment the door opened and
Jerry hove into sight, towing i'll his
prize, which he announced as
The Amelia Wilder, London, your
honor"
The admiral did not hear the name
distinctly, but fixed his eyes upon the
young girl, who was steadily advanc-
ing toward him. As she drew nearer
his eyes dilated in establishment. until,
when she stood before him, he gazed
upon her in a panic of CONSERVATION,
for it seemed to him that his lOng-lOst
daughter was in his presence.
For a minute that seemed an age,
the old man and little maiden regard
ed each other in silence, while ali the
other members of the party looked on
in surprise, and then the admiral broke
forth:
Anna: my Lord, is it possible? l
heard that you were dead long ago,
child-you and yoHr infant daughter
together. Where 40 you come from?
You look, indeed, as if it We're from the
grave. Why do you come here now:
Is it to ]reproach me?'
Grandfather" said the Young girl,
sadly but fearlessly. the Anna whom
you invoke is not here to offend you
with her presence. She could not
if she would, she would not, per
if she could; fifteen years ago
she went with her broken heart to
And |, her daughter, standing
here before you, came here not will
ingIy or Willingly The storm without
lrOve me. the lights within drew ms
here, not knowing where l came. And
low | am ready TO depart, not caring
where l GO"
During this short interview the two
aides had risen from their seats and
lrawn near with looks of deep inter
The elder spoke:
oh. Try. she is poor Annals child!
You will never let her co. She is my
;rcat-great-grandchild; only think Of
hat, Try. She shall not GO, or, if she
Ioes, Ill go forth, with my century of
ears, and beg with herr"
Peace, peace, grandmother, Do
replied the admiral.
Then. turning again to Amelia, he
aid. sternly:
Your father"
as in his grave answered the girl.
Thank heaven for that" were the
lords that rose to the lips of the vet
ran; but q glance at the face Of his
granddaughter repressed their utter
nee.
when did he die?' he asked.
NOn Thursday last" she answered.
why did he not write to me in all
ieSc years.
Grandfather. IL he had been happy
nd prosperous, he would have writ.
IN: but he was the reverse of all this
nd he could not write"
my blood ran in his child's
and if he was unhappy and uI-
,cceSsful. he should have written to
IL, I am not tlint.'
Grandfather. he was unhappy only :
the loss of her whom your unkind- l
hurried to the grave. And any {
from your %relenting hand that !
me too late for her relief, came too !
tie for his acceptance! Grandfather
? loved your daughter too truly 10 en- !
" a benefit that she could not share" I
admiral groaned in the spirit, {
ut did o reply. After a few min
of silence, during which all the s
her members of the circle looked on
painful suspense. he inquired: 90
How came you out wandering alone &
this remote country, so far from the S
.ene Of your fathers death? Had he I
friends to look after his orphan
a
Grandfather, IL is a very long story. >
ut | will tell you il You would like to
'ar it,. >
Yes. but sit down; sit down there in l
q little chair beside Madame PeZzi-
nj. And now 90 on" said the adj l
iral. throwing himself into his Owl y
ID,
Amelia commenced, and gave n I.
Tort history Of her life i'm the camp :
ith her father: dwelling on HIS SER !
ces in the Crimean war and the In ,
i~nsurrection, CHANGING slightly at y
circumstances that drove him to .
III his commission, and suppressing !,
together the fact of that fatal habit '
caused his ruin. ~.
But Notwithstanding the delicacy !,
it'll which she treated her fathers =
emory. the experienced veteran un- :
Ii all. =
suppressed. also, the Incl ,
mt OF the pauper funeral; but dweit >
ndly IN the b~enevolence Of her land :,
and especially upon that of n =
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