Herald of the times, and Rhode Islander. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1846-1849, 1847-05-13
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ment, he was too much Of gentleman in sp-
pearance to suit any but those situations
which required good recommendations. In
one or two instances. where he had been em.
ployed in menial Offices, he hud been die.
missed because he had tainted under tho un-
usual fatigue. Fanny Wilson, az yet, knew
not the history Of her friends, for they never
alluded to their past lives in her presence
She only knew that Frederick's native Elace
was Scotland, though he had resided in Eng
land since a child and as she had often
heard her father speak Of having pnssed n
year in the former place before his marriage,
he had many times resolved TO beg his as
sistance for the emigrants, but was as often
deferred by the fear, as much of her dreadful
step-mother, as Of he. father. Mr. Wilson
was not harsh man, but his whole heart was
immersed in the cares Of business, and he
ranked among the merchant princes Of New
York. Ills kindly sympathies, however, were
never appealed to in vain, and if Fanny had
known her father better, she nigh, have pof-
fered her request without fear.
| Alas how often is il the case that fathers
OF families are dcvoting every hour OF their
time, and every energy Of their minds, to-
accumulate wealth for their children, wh,lg
those very children are suffering from ne
gect, sor want ofpaternol guidance and sd-
vice. The mother, it may be, delicate in
health and inert IN mind. or as in the present
instance, harsh and uncoDgenial--andc even be
she fully competent, ss very many are, how
hard is the uNAss,sTED efsJrt 10 prupe the
evil weeds and nurse the good in the miuds
Of children.
We left Fanny alone in her room. conlrf.
wing to raise more money for the Gremes-
the rent Of heir room muS, be procured that
week, for though the wealthy can afford ty
owe, the miserable poor must pay their dues
at once. She unlocked a drawer, and tous
lhereirom small and eegaotly je~ered
watch, the parting gift Of her mother. II had
never been worn since the death of that lady,
but her father had promised she should wcnr
It on her sixteenth birth day, with chin Of
suf'rient elegance TO correspond, which he
would then purchase for her. Fanny stood
before her mothers portrait, and guzcd visit
fully into those mild eyes. Were you bus
here, my own dear mother, cried she burst-
ing into tears, Il would indeed have o friend
to assist me but now know not whst n, do
Tho sale oI tho wnIrh "a l..,,... -, LT.
amount required. Yet how Gun sell my
mothers gift My father too, would oe sv
angry She sat tor long time with her
head buried IN her hands.a was only rouses
by the fIckering Of the exhausted taper--shs
raised her eye just as the dying flame played
about her moller's face, which seemed ~
that uncertain light TO smile upon her daugl,-
ter, and then left them shrouded in darkness.
III is enough dear mother, you have told mo
what to do ) aud Fanny Wilson retired to
her pillow, her eyeiashes wet with dropping
tears, bat with gentle smile upon her lips
Sleep on, sweet child Of Innoccnce! thy
dreams may be Of Heaven, for guardian an.
gels are tuning round Thy head blessed an.
them Tor the pure in heart.
CHAPTER III.
Frederick Crane was becoming painfully
aware that he must, ere long, resign his last
and greatest blessing. His wife had dropped
day by day, until now she rarely left her bed
The unerring marks of consumption wetc
shown in her bright, though sunken eye, in
the hectic flush of that lovely check and
spoke in the short, the harrassing cough
Oh ! how hard her agonzed husband slrove
to alleviate her suflerngs, and to persuade
himself she vas getting better. lie had OBJ
tainet employment for few weeks only.
and he denied himself almost the bread nee.
essary for subsistence, that he might procure
her more luxuries. Fanny wilson, by the
sale OF her watch, had paid their rent in al
vance. and purchased many articles of con-
fort for the invalid and Frederick, on his
knees, had blessed aud thanked her.
1t was a bright aud lovely day IN the early
spring, and the windows of Mary Greme's
room were open TO admit The sweet south
breeze. Fanny Wilson sat beside her bed,
eagerly waiting to hear her speak, for ON that
day Mary had promised to tell her The long
expected history of their past lives.
Draw nearer to me dear Fanny, and give
NE your hand next 10 my husbeod and child
your place comes in my heart n seems
almost impossible that only three months have
elapsed since first saw You, my sweet bene-
iactress-but must hurry with my story, ot
my strength will fail ], may be a sa,sfsc.
ton to you to know that he you have kept
from want, and treated ne brother--ths, my
husband is nobly born
TO that | could have sworn'
Yes he is indeed noble. not only by the ac-
cden, of birth. bu, noble in every sentiment
Of his manly heart. lie is the only son Of
Lord Frederick Greme. and tho daughter
II his fathers tenant Lord FreJerck len