The rough-looking youth, whom I had once thought so
uncomely, had changed to a really fine looking man. When the services
were closed, I at once made my way to him; and, as he had already
recognized me, we soon renewed our former acquaintance. I introduced him
to Willie, also to Birdie and Lewis. During the few days we remained at
Woodville the young preacher called frequently. He soon evinced a marked
partiality for the society of Birdie and, strange as it may seem, I
observed that she was deeply interested in him. I know not how the
matter may end, but I do know that, since our return home, Birdie
receives frequent letters, addressed in a gentleman's hand, and
post-marked "Woodville." Who knows but Obadiah Hawkins may yet be my
brother-in-law?
In taking a retrospective view of the past, and contrasting it with the
happy present, I feel that the consoling words which, in a dream, my
mother uttered to me, years ago, have been more than verified,--"Fear
not, my beloved daughter; only continue in the path of duty, and all
will yet be well."
THE END.
TERRY DOLAN.
Some years since circumstances caused me to spend the summer months in
a farming district, a few miles from the village of E.
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