Herald of the times, and Rhode Islander. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1846-1849, 1847-03-18

passed his hand along the edge Of the
door, SEEKING for the iniers,ice in which
the crow. bar was 10 be placed.
The point Of the instrument touched
the door, when, without The slightest
force being applied to its panels, il flew
slowly open, and blaze Of light sireamrd
on the features of the robbers, aud flung
q brillian, column along the darkness OF
the yard.
Heydigger looked up. and beheld the
imposing figure Of the Quaker in his
drab. .colored garb standing in The door
way, With a calm smile on his benevolent
countenancc, and with his hand extend
ed in q gesture Of kindly invitation.
VII. The Piet~rs.
There was the tall figure OF the Qua
ker, in the centre Of the door way, with
a strong blaze Of light dreaming over
his back, and pouring through the open
ing of the door, full upon the figure Of the
astonisbed men. There was Heydigger
with his figure thrown into the position OF
sudden surprise, his riRh, hand half ,ais.
ed, holding the cIow-bar in his study
grasp, while his lips parted, and his eyes
dis,ended with as,Ooishment. On either
side, Wilson, and Williams, with hands
appraised and faces glowing with mingled
wonder and shame, gazed half supplied
at the sudden appari,ion Of the Quaker.
Every pom, OF The Quaker's figure. every
ray that huitered on the garemnts OF the
starving men, was shown 10 glaring light,
and blackest shadow.
walk in, my friends, walk in ex-
claimed the Quaker, in the kindly tone
of q host receiving visiters. w ak in,
my friends. The meal is ready ! have
waited fur you long"
Scarce knowing what they did, the
three men stumbled into the room. il
was we'll furnished, aud bright coal
FIRE burning in the CRATE, gave warmth
and comfort to the place. 10 the cen
Ire Of the room stood large table, spread
with cloth as white as the unsunned d
snow. II bore on it's surface smoking
viands. boiled ham, and roasted beef,
with bread in profusion, and every thing
that migh tempt the appetite or pleasure
the palate.
Nay, my friends, caze not so wonder
ingly around ye. This feast is spread
for ye-ye are my friends, my brothers.
| knew Of your intention to take my
property three hours since but also
knew that ye were forced to the deed
by want. i knew the preca pt Of the
blessed Book, that all meG are brothers
and ! knew that there is not a dark cor.
ner in the hu%an heart which The law OF
kindness the holy law Of good for evil
mey not illumine. Sit down my friends,
and panake with me-ye are my bro
thers'
Without q murmur Of suspicion, with
DOT word Of distrust, the three men
looked at the calm visnge Of the Quaker.
and read his simplicity Of heart, his
truihfulness Of spirit, written there by
the hand Of his Creator. They sank
down in the chairs placed around the
table, and extending their hands with
the nervous grasp Of famine, they gIeed,-
ly devoured the smoking viands that
graced the board And after the first
sharp cravings Of hunger were appeas-
ed, Heydigger vsninied To hook in hi-
companions faces. Williams seemed
afflicted with wonderful pain in the
eyes, for the tatiered sleeve Of his coat
was continually applied to his organs Of
vision with quick nervous movement.
Wilson had lowered his head down to-
wards his plate, and his eyes kept wink
ing, and winking, as though he was
teIegraphing a conversation with the ta-
BILE cloth. H...u ..I.- ..,..
Heydigger felt a curious and strange
sensation at his heart, his breath came
thick and fast, and there was a spasmo-
die twitching at his throat. lie sprsng
from his seat, and impressed the hand Of
the Quaker with firm and vigorous
grasp.
you are a man'-he exclaimed in n
voice husky with emotion-'a man every
inch Of you =
May, nay, my friends, thank me not,
replied the Quaker, glancing toward
the door tha, led to the sicre.room. -
IlVIt 10 tUV ucscISiuk VI youI
thanks. ls he not a noble hoy q
Nov, father, haint this a regular
nice Quaker 2 hey, father Now you
mustn't be angry at me--for couldn't
help it. He planned it all his own self,
and he says he's a-goin to give you all
work, and take me in his store. Who
ever tells me again that Quakers is skin
hnls, tells a lie that's all
And there, regarding the whole group,
with his sparkling grey eyes, stood the
nncouth newsboy IN his short grey coat,
his large boots, his tarnished cap, and
wide trowsers His garb was rough his
language uncullured, and his manners
unframed still there was some promise
about that vulgar looking newsboy, Tor
all that
VIII Another picture The ncnsboy transform
U. ed--The end.
The wife sat on one side Of the cheer
ful fire, the husband on the other. The
bloom Of health was restored to the ono
faded and wnhered cheek Of the vile