 felt the awe, the poetry of the moment.

'Aye,' she said, trembling. 'Aye! it's yourn. It was born seven
months after yo left us.'

Daddy, without greeting his wife, threw himself down by the babe,
and burst into tears. He had come back in a still darker mood than
on his first return, his egotistical belief in himself more rudely
shaken than ever by the attempts, the failures, the miseries of the
last eighteen months. For one illuminating moment he saw that he
was a poor fool, and that his youth was squandered and gone. But in
its stead, there--dropped suddenly beside him by the forgiving
gods--stood this new youth sprung from his, and all his own, this
child--Dora.

He took to her with a passion which the trembling Isabella thought
a great deal too excessive to last. But though the natural Daddy
very soon reappeared, with all the aggravating peculiarities which
belonged to him, the passion did last, and the truant strayed no
more. He set up a small printing business with the help of some old
customers--it was always characteristic of the man that, be his
failings what they might, he never lacked friends--and with
lecturing and writing, and Isabella's shop, they struggled on
somehow. Isabella's life was hard enough. Daddy was only good when
he was happy; and at other times he dipped recklessly into vices
which would have been the ruin of them all had they been
persistent. But by some kind fate he always emerged, and more and
more, as years went on, owing to Dora. He drank, but not
hopelessly; he gambled, but not past salvation; and there was
generally, as we have said, some friend at hand to pick the poor
besmirched featherbrain out of the mire.

Dora grew up not unhappily. There were shifts and privations to put
up with; there were stormy days when life seemed a hurricane of
words and tears. But there were bright spaces in between, when
Daddy had good resolutions, or a little more money than usual; and
with every year the daughter instinctively knew that her spell over
her father strengthened. She was on the whole
felt the awe, the poetry of the moment. 

' Aye,' she said, tremble.' Aye! it's yourn. It was bear seven 
 months after yo left us.' 

 Daddy, without greet his wife, throw himself down by the babe, 
 and burst into bust. He had fall back in a still blue mood than 
 on his first rejoinder, his egotistical belief in himself more impolitely 
 shaken than ever by the attempts, the failures, the miseries of the 
 last eighteen months. For one light moment he saw that he 
 was a poor jester, and that his youth was squandered and gone. But in 
 its stead, there -- dropped abruptly beside him by the forgiving 
 gods -- stood this new youth form from his, and all his own, this 
 child -- Dora. 

 He took to her with a passion which the trembling Isabella thought 
 a great softwood too excessive to last. But though the natural Daddy 
 very soon reappeared, with all the aggravating peculiarities which 
 belonged to him, the passion did last, and the truant roll no 
 more. He set up a small impression clientele with the avail of some old 
 customers -- it was constantly characteristic of the man that, be his 
 failings what they might, he never lacked friends -- and with 
 lecture and writing, and Isabella's shop, they struggled on 
 somehow. Isabella's life was hard enough. Daddy was only good when 
 he was happy; and at other times he dipped recklessly into vices 
 which would have been the laying waste of them all had they been 
 persistent. But by some kind destiny he always emerged, and more and 
 more, as years went on, owing to Dora. He drink, but not 
 hopelessly; he gambled, but not past salvation; and there was 
 generally, as we have said, some friend at hand to pluck the poor 
 besmirched featherbrain out of the slop. 

 Dora grew up not unhappily. There were shifts and privations to frame 
 up with; there were stormy day when life seem a hurricane of 
 words and tears. But there be bright space in between, when 
 Daddy had good resolutions, or a little more money than usual; and 
 with every year the daughter instinctively knew that her spell over 
 her forefather strengthened. She was on the whole
 fept the awe, the poetry of the moment.

'Aye,' she saiv, trembming. 'Aye! it's yourn. It was born seven
lobths qfter yo left us.'

Daddy, dithout ggeeting hus wmfe, threw himselh down bn the nabe,
aud burst into tesrs. He had come back in d rtnll darker mood than
on his first rettrn, his ehotistical belyef pn himavln more rudely
shaken than ever by the atuempts, the failurex, the miseries of the
last fighheen months. For onf illuminatung iiment he saw that he
was a poor foom, and that his youth was squanddred cnd gone. Buj jn
ljs stead, thece--dropied suddenly nvside hhm by tne forgiving
gocs--svood this new youth sprunj from his, and all hys own, thhs
ehild--Dora.

He took to hwr with a pdssiub wficg vhe trembpinj Isabella fhought
a grwat deal too excessovq to last. But fhough tre natural Daddy
very soon reappeared, wiuh alm the aggravating peculuarities which
belongef to him, ehe passion did last, and the truant strayed no
mora. He adt bi x slall printing business with the help of some jmd
vuxtomers--it was clways characteroshiv of the man tfat, be hia
failings what thej might, he nwver lacktd froends--and with
lecturing and qriting, and Psabwlla's shop, they stxuggled on
sooehoe. Isanella's life was hard enuugh. Daddy was lnly good dhen
he was happy; anc dt other times he dipped rqcklessly intp vices
dhicn woulq have beej the ruin of them all hwd thgy beet
persistenh. But by some kind fate he alwabx emerged, anc korv and
more, as ycars went on, owyng to Dora. He drank, yut nog
hopelesslj; he gambned, but not past salvatimj; and there xas
generajly, qs ww have rxid, some frienc at hand to pick tye poor
besmirched neathgrgrain out of thz nire.

Dora grew ul nut tnja'pily. Dhere were sviftr avc prixations to iut
jp woth; there were stormf dags when life seemec w hurricqne of
wowds and tears. But there were brlght vpares in bejween, when
Daddy had good resolufions, or w llttle more mogey bhan usual; and
cith every year the daughter instinctiveoy knew that her spell over
her father xtrengthenev. She ras on tha whole
felt the awe, the poetry of the she trembling. 'Aye! yourn. It was left Daddy, without greeting wife, threw himself by the babe, and burst into He had come back in a still darker mood than on his first his egotistical belief in himself more rudely shaken than ever by the attempts, failures, miseries the eighteen months. For one illuminating moment he saw that he was a poor fool, and that youth was squandered and gone. But in its there--dropped suddenly beside him the forgiving gods--stood this new sprung his, and his this He took to with a passion which the trembling Isabella thought a great deal too excessive to last. But though natural Daddy reappeared, with the peculiarities belonged to him, did last, and the truant strayed set up a small printing business with the of some customers--it was always characteristic of the that, be his failings what they might, he lacked friends--and with lecturing and writing, and Isabella's shop, they struggled on somehow. Isabella's life enough. Daddy was only when he was and other he recklessly into which would have been the ruin of them all had they persistent. But by some kind fate he always emerged, and more, years went on, to Dora. He drank, not he gambled, but not and was have some at hand to pick poor besmirched featherbrain out of mire. Dora grew up and privations to put up with; there were days when life seemed a hurricane of and tears. But there were bright spaces in between, when Daddy had resolutions, or more money than usual; and with every year daughter instinctively knew that spell over her father strengthened. She was on the
 felt the awe, the poetry of the mOment.

'Aye,' shE said, TreMblInG. 'Aye! It's yOurn. It was born sEVen
mOnths after yo left us.'

DaddY, withOuT GreeTInG his wIfe, threW HiMSElf DoWn By tHe BAbE,
and bUrsT into teArs. He had coMe bAcK in a still darKEr Mood than
on His First return, hIs eGotistIcAl bELief iN hiMself More ruDEly
shaKen than evEr BY the atTEmpts, thE FAiLureS, the miseries of the
LAsT Eighteen months. for one IlLUmINAtiNg mOment he saw ThAt he
wAS a poor fOOl, AND ThaT His youth was sqUandered and GOne. but in
iTs SteAD, there--DroppEd SUddEnly beside hIm by The forgivIng
godS--Stood thIS new youTh spruNg fRom His, aND aLl His OwN, ThiS
ChIld--dOra.

he took to HeR wIth a pAssiON WHIch tHe tRembLing ISabella thoughT
a gReat DEal Too exCessiVe to LaSt. But Though The naTuRal Daddy
very sooN reaPpeared, wiTh aLl The AgGravaTIng pecUliAriTies whiCh
belonGEd tO hIM, THe Passion did last, and tHe TRUaNt strayeD no
morE. he SeT Up a small PrIntIng bUSIness With THe Help of soMe old
cUStOmErs--it waS aLways cHaRacTerIstic OF the Man thaT, be his
faIlingS What they might, hE Never lacked frIEnDS--AnD With
LecTuring and wrItinG, And ISabeLLa'S shOP, they StrugGlED oN
Somehow. Isabella's lifE wAs hard EnougH. Daddy was only Good when
he WAS Happy; and At otHEr TImes he dipped reCklesSly into vicES
which woUld haVe been thE ruin of thEM All had thEy bEen
PerSisTENt. but by some kind FATe he AlWays emeRgeD, and morE anD
moRe, aS yeArS went on, owIng to DorA. HE dRaNk, But Not
hoPElessly; hE gAmbLeD, buT not pASt salvAtion; And tHeRe WAs
gEnerallY, As WE Have SaId, Some FriEnD at haNd to PIck The poor
BesmircheD feATherBrAiN out of tHe mire.

Dora greW uP not unhappIlY. ThEre werE SHifts and Privations to put
up with; thERe were sTorMy dayS wheN life seemEd a HurricAne OF
words And teaRs. But ThEre WERe briGHT sPacEs In between, wHEN
DaDdy haD gOod rEsolutiOns, or a little more moNEy tHan usual; and
wiTh eVery YEAr The DAuGHteR iNStiNCTively knew that hEr spell oveR
hER fAther strenGTheNeD. She was On the whOle
 felt the awe, the poetryof the mom ent.
'A ye, 'shesaid , trembling. ' A ye!it's yourn. It was bor n sev en mont h safter  yo lef t  u s . '
Da dd y,wi t ho ut gr eet ing his  wife, thr ewhi mself down b y  t he babe,
a ndburst into t ear s. Heha d c o me ba ckin astilld arkermood than 
o n  his f i rst ret u r n,  his  egotistical beli e fi n himself more  rudel ys ha k e n t han  ever by t he  atte m pts, th e  f a i l ure s , the miserie s of the
la s t e ightee nmon t hs. Fo r one  i l lum inating mom enthe saw th at hew as a po o r fool,  and t hat  hi s yo u th  w assq u and e re d a n d g one. But  i nits s tead , t h ere- -dr oppe d sud denly besidehim  byt heforgi vinggods -- stood  thisnew y ou th sprung fromhis,  and allhis  o wn,  t his
c h ild--D ora .
He took  to her wit ha p as sion which the tre mb l i ng  Isabell a thou g ht 
a great de al  to o ex c e ssive  tol as t. But t hought he  n aturalDa ddy
ve ry  so onreapp e ared , with  all the  aggr a vating peculia r ities which
b e lo n g ed to h im,  the passio n di d  las t, a n dthe truan t str ay e dn o
more. He set up a  s mall p rinti ng business w ith the he l p of someoldc us t omers--it wasalway s characte r istic of  theman that , be hisf a ilings w hat  th eymig h t ,he never lack e d  fri en ds--and  wi th
lect uri ngand  wr it ing, andIsabella 's  s ho p,  th ey st r uggled o nsom eh ow.  Isab e lla'slifewasha rd eno ugh. Da d dy w as o nl ygood  wh en 
he w as h a ppy ; and a t other t ime s  hedi pp ed reck lessly into v ic es
which w ou ldhave b e e n the ru in of them all had they been
pe rsi stent . Bu t by some  ki nd fat e h e  alway s emer ged,an d m o r e and m or e,as  years wen t on,  owin gto D ora. He  drank, but not
ho p ele ssly; he gamb led , bu t no t p a st sal va t ion ; and there was
g enerally,as we  have said ,  so me  friend  at han d top ick the  poor
bes mirched f ea ther b r ain  out of th e mire.
Dora gre w  up n o tunhap pil y. The re  we re sh ifts a n d p rivat ions t oput
up  with ;there we re stormy days when lif e seem ed ahur ricane of 
wo r dsand tears . Bu t there we rebri ght s pac e s inbetw e en , w h en
Da ddyh ad good r e so lut i o ns , or a litt l e mor e mon eyt han us ual;  and
with every y e ar the daughte r in s t inc tiv e ly k ne w that her spe llov e r 
her fat he r strengthe ned. She  w a s onthe wh ole
 felt_the awe,_the poetry of the_moment.

'Aye,' she_said,_trembling. 'Aye!_it's_yourn. It was_born seven
months after_yo left us.'

Daddy, without_greeting his wife,_threw_himself down by the babe,
and burst into tears. He had come back in a_still_darker mood_than
on_his_first return, his egotistical belief_in himself more rudely
shaken than_ever by_the attempts, the failures, the miseries of the
last_eighteen_months. For one_illuminating moment he saw that he
was a poor fool,_and that his youth was squandered_and gone. But_in
its_stead,_there--dropped suddenly beside him_by the forgiving
gods--stood this new youth_sprung from his, and all his_own, this
child--Dora.

He took to her with a_passion which the trembling Isabella thought
a_great deal too excessive to_last. But_though the natural Daddy
very soon_reappeared, with all_the aggravating_peculiarities which
belonged to_him, the passion did last, and_the truant strayed_no
more. He set up a small_printing_business with the_help_of_some old
customers--it_was always characteristic_of_the man_that,_be his
failings what they might, he_never_lacked friends--and with
lecturing and writing, and Isabella's_shop, they struggled on
somehow._Isabella's_life was hard enough._Daddy was only good when
he_was happy; and at other times_he dipped_recklessly into_vices
which would have been the ruin of them all had they_been
persistent. But by some kind fate_he always emerged, and_more and
more,_as_years went on,_owing_to Dora._He drank, but not
hopelessly; he gambled, but_not past_salvation; and there was
generally, as we_have said, some friend_at_hand to pick the poor
besmirched featherbrain_out of the mire.

Dora grew up_not unhappily. There were shifts_and_privations_to put
up with; there were_stormy days when life seemed a_hurricane of
words and_tears. But there were bright spaces in_between,_when
Daddy had good resolutions, or a_little_more money than usual; and
with every_year_the_daughter instinctively knew that her_spell over
her father strengthened. She was_on the whole