The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1852-12-16
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THE TWO HALF EAGLES.
By MRS. CAROLINE oRNE.
CHAPTER I.

The last mellow sunbeams OF nne
day in September were gliding the roof
of large mansion situated in the midst
of grounds laid out with much elegance
and taste. 1t the front entrance of
this stately dwelling stood middle aged
gentleman, listening with an impatient
air to lad about twelve years old.
81 have no home," said the boy !;
4" and if you will let me stay l am will
ing to work hard"
81 tell you that I'll have no one about
me who has a drop of the eastwood
blood in his veins, if l know it. The
day your mother, in disobedience to her
father, and contrary to the wishes of the
whole family, married Ronald Cash
wood, she became an alien to all her
kindred"
6" All that ask is to be a servant to
you. If you will but let me stay | will
never call you uncle"
|" The Cashwoods were always mean,
idle race, and always will be. BE gone
I'll having nothing to do with you"
Without saying another word, the boy
turned quickly away, at the same time
pulling over his eyes, to hide the start
ing tears the worn-out hat, around
which some poor neighbor had tied a
piece OF rusty black Grape, the day he
followed his mother to the grave. His
clothes were old and much mended. He
was without stockings and his shoes
were so much worn as to form an i'm
perfect covering for his feet. Yet with
all these disadvantages, and the addi-
tional one of being tanned by exposure
to the wind and sun, for he had walked
a long distance to reach the home OF
his uncle, he would have been called a
handsome boy. In addition to finely
formed features, his countenance was
remarkable for its look of intelligence,
and for its frank and open expression
There was, moreover, something in bis
whole appearance which denoted energy,
and gave promise that, as Mr.. Austin,
his uncle had said the Cashwoods were
a mean, idle race, he would form an ex-
ception. Having gainel the road, he
stopped few minutes, not knowing
which way to proceed. As he stood
thus irresolute, soft voice said:
"Come up close to the fence, wish
to say something to you"
He looked round and saw through an
opening in the shubbery, peering over
the fence, one of the sweetest faces, as
he thought, that he had ever beheld.
1t was that of little girl, a year or two
younger.
Z" Are you tirel Z" she asked.
Yes have walked great many
miles to-day, and fast, so as to reach
my uncle's before night, and now, as he
won't have me, l don't know where to
60"
"What is your name besides Cash
wood :"
Ronald; I was named for my
father"
"Well, Ronald, do you see that blue
smoke curling above those trees;"
eS.'
"The smoke, as you will see when
you get near enough, rises from the
chimney of a small red house. The
family who live in it, though poor, can
give you some supper and a nights
lodging"
81 am afraid they will turn me away
as uncle Austin did"
"No, they won't but wait minute,' u
and tearing one Of the blank leaves
from small book which she took from
her pocket, she wrote on it o line or
two with pencil "Give them t6at,'
said she, handing it to him, "and they
will be sure to keep you"
"Will you tell me your name -
said he.
You will see it if you look at wha,
1 have written"
He unfolded the piece Of paper and
read it. 1t contained request to give
the bearer q nights lodging, some
supper and breakfast, and was signed
Eva Linton.
"Oh, I had hoped that you were my
cousin" said he.
"Did your Well, wish you were
but Mr.. Austin is not my father, neither
is he any relation to me. He is my
guardian, and have lived here ever
since my parents died, which was a great