StNicholas . al Todd? Nobody else, old fellow ! But how on earthdid I ever know you ? Come to look you over,you re not )ourself at all. Fifteen years, is nt it,since we met ? .^11 of that, says the stranger. Lets see : you ve been in the sea-faring line,have nt you ? says Mr. Todd. Yes, I have, bad luck to me! answers hisfriend, with a sigh. AN ANGEL IN AN ULSTER. Ill •Oh, well, says the hearty lumberman, thefolks on shore have jit all been fortunate. Where syour home, now ? Just what I m tryinij to find out. What do you mean ? My dear fellow, says the stranger, with qua-vering voice, m
StNicholas . al Todd? Nobody else, old fellow ! But how on earthdid I ever know you ? Come to look you over,you re not )ourself at all. Fifteen years, is nt it,since we met ? .^11 of that, says the stranger. Lets see : you ve been in the sea-faring line,have nt you ? says Mr. Todd. Yes, I have, bad luck to me! answers hisfriend, with a sigh. AN ANGEL IN AN ULSTER. Ill •Oh, well, says the hearty lumberman, thefolks on shore have jit all been fortunate. Where syour home, now ? Just what I m tryinij to find out. What do you mean ? My dear fellow, says the stranger, with qua-vering voice, my ship was wrecked a year and ahalf ago on the west coast of Africa; I reached theshore, only to fall sick of a fever, through whichmy cabin-boy nursed me; for a long time I wastoo weak to move; finally, by slow stages, wemade our way to Bengucla ; there we waitedmonths for a vessel, and, to make a long storyshort, 1. reached Boston this morn-ing. I went to the house that wasmine two years ago, and found it. THE ANGEL SHOWS THE SAILOR A PRETTY PICTURE. occupied by another family,—sold under mortgage,they said. They could not tell me where I shouldfind my wife and children. 1 went to the neigh-bors who knew them; some of them had movedaway, others w-ere out of town on their Christmas va-cation. Of course, I shall find them after a little; butjust where to look at this moment I dont know. Mr. Todd has listened to this story with achanging expression of countenance. When hisfriend first mentioned the shipwreck, a suddenlight of intelligence sprang into his eye, and hislips opened, but he quickly shut them again. Heis greatly interested in what he hears, but he is not greatly pained by it. His friend wonderswhether Hal Todd has lost some of the old manlytenderness of the academy days. Well, Brad Johnson, he cries, drawing along breath, after the short recital is ended, thisis a strange story. But, as you say, this family ofyours can be found, and shall be. Come with is
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