“Do you know me, my little man?” said I.
“No, sir, I do not.”
“Do you know what was your mother’s name before she was married?”
“Yes Sir, it was Sarah Scheimer.”
“Do you know that the man with whom you live is not your rather?”
“Oh, yes, Sir, I know that; mother always told me so; but she never told me who my father was.”
“My son,” said I taking him in my arms, “I am your father; wait about here a few minutes till I can go and get my horse and carriage,
“Do you know me, my little man?” said I.
“No, sir, I do not.”
“Do you know what was your mother’s name before she was married?”
“Yes Sir, it was Sarah Scheimer.”
“Do you know that the man with whom you live is not your rather?”
“Oh, yes, Sir, I know that; mother always told me so; but she never told me who my father was.”
“My son,” said I taking him in my arms, “I am your father; wait about here a few minutes till I can go and get my horse and carriage,
