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.
"Not that she has arrived," returned the Dominie, "but that there is news of her--" "Tar pees news," muttered Hanz, his eyes glistening with anxiety.

"An nopody tells me t' news before, eh?
Tar pees shum news of t'at wessel, eh?
Tar don't pee no news of mine poor Tite, eh ?" The old man extended his trembling hand and grasped the Dominie's arm nervously, his face became as pale as marble, and his whole system shook with excitement.
"Tar shall come news as t' wessel mine Tite shails in comes pack," he ejaculated, "an tar pees no news of mine poor poy, eh ?" And he threw up his arms, rested his head on the Dominie's shoulder and wept like a child.

"No, mine Tite he ton't comes home no more," he sobbed..