He buried
his face in his hands, and remained silent for several minutes, overcome
by his feelings. As soon as he had recovered control of them, he wiped
the tears from his eyes, and replied in broken sentences: "I vas sho
happy ven mine Tite, mine poor poy Tite vas home. Peers as if now, mine
poor poy he never comes home no more, he never prings shoy into mine
house no more."
"Always look on the best side of things, neighbor Hanz," replied the
Dominie.
"Yah, put I gets sho old now."
"It would not astonish me," continued the Dominie, playfully, "if the
young gentleman surprised us all to-night. Stranger things have
happened." These remarks excited a feeling of anxiety.
"I was on the other side of the river last night," continued the
Dominie, "and the people there had a report from the city that the
vessel he sailed in had been heard from." Angeline quietly left the
table, for the wells of her heart were overflowing.
"Tar shall come news as t' wessel mine Tite shails in comed pack, eh?"
enquired Hanz, fixing his eyes steadily on the Dominie.
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