Herald of the times, and Rhode Islander. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1846-1849, 1846-12-03
HERALD AND RHODE-ISLANDER.

Of her feelings at all events she made II
heavy bill, which, she assured MI
Chandler, was a compliment to her
young friend the clerk.
Mr.. Chandler began to think he had
drawn a prize in the great lottery Of hu-
nan nature, and drew Edgar into de-
tail Of his history.
DO you know your fathers name Z
asked Chandler, with apparent interest.
His name was George
'And your mothers 2 hastily asked
the merchant.
Maria, replied the clerk
A sudden change passed over the
countenance Of the merchant, indicative
of some hidden fuctuaiion Of feeling -
Edgar observed it, but knew not how 10
interpret it. Could there be any harm
in having a father named George, or a
mother named Maria
'Why did you not refer TO Mr.. n this
morning ? asked the merchant, as if de-
sirous to give another direction to the
conversation.
Il was not then acquainted with him,
sir, said the clerk.
'liow then did you become acquainted
with him @
Edgar thought his employer unneces-
sariIy inqustive /; but his situation de-
manded spirit Of humility and self.de-
nial, and he was compelled to relate
what he wished TO bury in oblivion.
Strange = said Chandler, who was
busly engaged in looking over an old file
of papers. iii am not mistaken, have
letter from your father or mother
lie found it, read it, and handed it to
his-nephew Edgar read the letter,
which began My dear BROTHER and
closed with the well known signature OF
his moher-'M. l.. Preston
'Then it seems you are my mothers
brother, SIR said Edgar. q have often
heard her speak of brother who went
to sea when he was quite young, but was
reported to have been lost in wreck /,
but if mistake not, she always called
him Holbrook
'Ah yes, my middle name and she
often speaks Of me'' asked the merchant,
brushing away a truant tear.
'Olten, sir, but more frequently OF
late
Il must see her, said Chandler and
thrusiing the letter into his pocket, he
directed his clerk to close up and, at
tended by Edgar, he proceeded to the
dwelling Of his sister.
ooh that could .see you = said the
poor blind widow, as she held the hand
of her sobbing brother. Surely she
said, as n shadow of doubt crossed her
line features, surely no one could be so
cruel as to deceive me-
Chandler bid Edgar read her own let
ter, written soon after her marriage, and
mailed to him at New Orleans. She re-
membered it well.
Thank the Lord, oh my SOUL and for
get not all his benefits said the widow,
devoutIy and she gave her whole con-
iidence, and the cherished affections OF
sisters pure love, to a long lamenled
brother.
Chandler explained the story Of the
wreck I; he sailed in the barque Quad
roon,' from New Orleans To Rio Janeiro
he engaged in profitable business there.
The barque was wrecked on her home
ward voyage, but he was not in her. -
He remained in South America several
years, but on his return was unable to
trace Mr.. Preston.
A rap at the door interrupted the con.
versation, and Mrs. Preston's landlord
entered.
DO you always require your rent in
advance, Mr.. Scrublow ? asked Ed
gar.
'Why, yes replied the worthy, par
tcularly where they are strangers
Mother is mol prepared to pay in ad-
vance, said Edgar, but
Call at my store Tomorrow, said MIR
Chandler, 'and we will settle it,
MIR. Scrubow withdrew
Edgar was the best Of clerks, and, by
successful speculation during his uncle's
temporary absence, so added to his means
that the old gentleman gave him an in
terest in the stock of equal amount, and
dssDClutcu uttu Win hi'ilSelI III DuslueSs.
In an elegantly furnished parlor are
seated two young persons in earnest con-
versation. One is George q. and he is
waiting to hear Charlotte Preston pro-
nounce the gentle yes
She did and he was happy py-even the
mother did not object to little
thief stealing her sons heart.
There again, in the comfortable par
lor Of MIR. ~, is Edgar Preston. He
has made pretty little fortune, and now
he wants pretty little wife, and is gent
Iy whispering to Agnes N.-'Your dear
father once said yes to me, dear Agnes,
and saved me, even when my heat was
withering with despair and detection
saved me from unimnginable misery do
not crush a flower that kindness has
nourishcd into maturity and vigor. DO
not say 'no'-will you he mine =
Agnes timldIy whispered yes and
Preston, as well as herself, was happy.
The best medical skill was exerted for
the widow, and her fervent prayer, that
she might live and behold her children,
was not denied. She lived to see them