The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1896-08-27

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. lie sas 20 one 10 the room. but utt
, tears foliug down his checks, seemed t
! speak within himself Just se you were
j RoseIle. Just the same ~ when ~e Ere
me-, Those eyes are yours your smile &
Just ~ It used to be tor me Don't 'oaI
at ne, darling Roselle; doat smile jus
nov o. Why we're you taken from ms
Wby dlI our child 40 looI loved yet
better than all the world. bat the augal,
loved you beat Then be became b,msat
once aealn aud turning to the yonuR mar
sail
You m1st uol think anything Of THE /
lost my wife and chll al sea. They were
90 their way out to me hut the vessel
was never heard Of agSla Ygu Laye pat
upon that canvass the face Of my wife jus,
as she was l thank You With 81 my
heart 1t is just as my little daughter
would have been bad the sen not claimed
her God tless You God bIes. you aud
the broken hearted man clasped jacks
hand and pressed it long and for
yenlly,
For the fret time the thought flashed
across the young mans mind was be
holding the hand OF Adde'S fatherY H..
seemed to realize it all and asked excited
ly:
How long ia this agof
Sixteen years ago, replied James Robert
son, quietly,
Why do you lcok like that2- tell me.
msn, tell mel
Because oh, it cant be trne-I paint
ed that picture from living model, The
girl whose face you see there lives She
was ionld sixteen years ago. saved from
.be sea and ~
But Robertson cried out bis whole frame
trembling,
Great heavens Where is she? Take
ne 10 her. let me see il she is my child.
shsll know my little Roselle. Don'ttn
le with me, young man, and oh, don't dis
ppoint me now.
She is in the touse, said Jack.
James Robertson flew from the room.
/ was pitful to see him
Rosele RoselIe, little Roselle1he cried. {
'ome to me- Where are yon2 I'm look l
1g for youl
Little Addie sat quietly in the housekeep /
rs room, She heard the name and bent b
er head to listen, She sec med as II 10 c
oubt, but smile was in her anxious t
,ok, and her childhood days seemed |
Itb her once more. She was with her
other, who held her 10 her arms and n
ssed her many times, calling her ''My u
tile Roselle The name was on her lips ii
Len the man. half frantic with eIpeCta 81
on, reached the dor. still crying out II
e name by which her mother called b
He looked for moment upon the glrl Oi
fore him only mOmeDt.and then, with n
cry OF joy born only in a fathers heart. 81
ok her to him self In q strong embrace,
ssing her psssionstely and weeping as b
ough bis heart would break yet smile
relief WAS there with bis tears And bis ST.
lid never fra mement took her arms ju
,m sronnd his neck, but seemed to &C
pt the truth when the man. brought low, yC
th emotion, cried out. pc
My little Roselle, have found yon at
Il to
H took her on his knee, Jack standing pa
istly by and be told her how, when So
y thing, she and her mother were Oh TO
.ir way TO Join him IN distant coun nr
, How they never came for the vessel se
s lost; bow be had lived alone ever eq
ce then. for who could share the love an
had for his wife and child? And then IN
X chimed 10 with the birthday story b
the father, child aud lover sat there 81
many hours, the happy man often look mf
down to say, my ut lie R9selIe," and th'
kiss her once again.
Iut, father, you will have to call me Ad H.
little Addie. Il is the name Jack ble
,ws and loves me by. 1t
ames Robertson understood Jack he
his reward. ord