The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1849-09-01
DODSFIELD, OHIO, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 1, 184a


that she was paid more for the lessons she
gave on the piano than she was before
that her French pupils were increasing;
and that the funds she procured in various
ways, when put together, amounted to no
despicabIe sum. But still there was a
mystery, which, if she understood it her.
self, she did not choose to clear up for
their satisfaction.
One day, after Henry Maxwell had been
at the house, where he exerted himself not
a little to please Julia and her parents,
Mr.. Harding, who was slowly recovering
from his sickness, asked his daughter why
she was so prejtdiced against the young
man, and inquired if there was any other
that she preferred.
"You forget,' said Julia, timidly," ,"that
Theodore Allston pleased me more than
any other"
The old man sighed.
"Theodore Allston!" he murmured, ':the
lad brought up-after snatching him from
a pit of degradation, into which he had
been thrust-for he was too young to choose
or struggle against fortune-the boy who
grew up under my roof, and repaid me for
my cares and kindness by aspiring to win
your hand"
"But he was worthy" interrupted Julia.
swell, there was nothing bad about him,
confess. Perhaps treated him too harsh
ly, in banishing him from my house; but
in doing so, gave him an excellent op-
portunity of making his fortune abroad,
which he has proffited by, for l really had
preference for the boy. But what was
going to say"
"Well!"
"You loved him, and doubt not he
loved you. Yet it is foolish in you to cher
ish his image as you do, as if he remem-
bered you the same. 1t is not at all prob
able that he has any affection left for his
old companion, nor do believe he would
think ofrenewing his engagement with you,
should he ever see you again: You must
reflect that we are poor now"
"And would that make any difference
with him!" asked Julia, fixing her large,
dark eyes with an expression Of mournful
reproach upon her fathers face.
The old man sighed again, but answer
ed not. Throwing his head back upon a
pillow, Julia arranged for his comfort
he closed his outward eyes, looking with
those within-the spiritual sight-bacR
upon the past, all Swallowed as it was by
sorrows and vain regrets, forward to the
future, which appeared more dark to hin
than either the past or the present.
More than week had passed, dating
from the opening Of our story, and still
Julia continued to supply the family with
comforts, which seemed procured through
the influence of a mysterious providence
for none could divine how the girl became
possessed of the means to make the pur.
chases she did.
~ am convinced, then," said the old
man to her, 'that you procure money from
some source which you keep concealed
from us. Answer me now plainly: Do
you get all your money by teaching!"
"No," replied Julia, blushing and smi-
ling as she blushed," 81 do not.''
"How then, is it obtained! Speak for ]
can endure this mystery no longer"
"But | am not at liberty to tell you now
father. Wait patiently, and | assure you
that all shall be explained to your entire
satisfaction,-I hope by four o'clock to-
morrow. Wait till then"
The old man regarded her with an ex.
preston ofperplexity and wonder, but did
not urge her more.