The Westerly echo, & Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1854-1858, 1854-09-14
WESTERLY, R. I, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER n, 1854

WOuiu say 4So" oo Soi'h 'oshSit NS".
Just before I'VE locked up last night, l
observed stranger come into the shop );
the doors were closed, and all the clerks
called into the, middle of the shop away
from the counters Otis Jackson was
standing close to me at the time we
were spoken,-to. | heard him mutter
damn it, but I had not the least
thought what was coming. Mr.. Brown
stood one side of the stranger, and Mr..
Wilson the other. Mr.. Brown spoke ::
I' We have been missing says he, fine
goods for the last month shawl was
taken last week; two yards of costly
lace and one of the five dollar pocket.
handkefchiefs> are gone to-day. We
have a policeman here, and you must
all be searched. One of you must be
guilty. Lam sorry for the Innocent, but
no disgrace will rest upon them--do your
duty Ruseton.' The policeman began
the search. Some Of our young men
laughed and joked could not, l was
afraid it would prove to be Otis. He
was the fourth searched, nothing was
found on him. My turn came next ;
the things were found iu'my coat pocket
top of my handkerchief aud everything
else, as if they 'Lad just been put there
How the truth; IS to be found out, dom
know, butE fdet tAas If at would. All ]
ask is that father will keep up mothers
spirits, and dear Ruth, only think how
you would feel if had taken the things
[ shall write daily, so don't be anxious.
Ever your loving son and brother,
CHARLES.
! "P. S.-Direct to me, care of Robert
Henshaw he is my friend among the
clerks"
There was a dead silence in that
home of the Hathway's, till the father
breaking out into something between a
laugh and a cry, said, Mother, Charlie
is an honest boy and well trained, and
that should be comfort enough how
often have you said to me, 'Charlie
never told lie in his life"
He never did, he never will =" Sob
bed out the poor mother.
"Come here, mother-kneel down
here--we'll trust him with our Father
and his Father; well commit the case
to him, and then we shall feel better ~
and the still small voice of prayer arose
and God was there.
The next morning at nine o'clock,
Ruth Halfway disembarked from O
Hudson steamer on New York wharf,
dirty, crowded and noisy enough to have
, contounded head and heart less clear
and strong of purpose than hers. She
had inquired of the captain to Cana
. street, where Brown & Wilson's shop
was, and with her little sack, containing
t her change of clothes, in her hand, sh'
f walked straight up Liberty street t.
t Broadway. Her quick step had caugh
the eye of an omnibus driver who beck
: oned to her, and she nodding affirmative
G ly, jumped into the coach, thinking how
kind it was of him to give her ride
: She asked man, one of her fellow pas
). sengers, to tell her when she got t.
J. Canal street; accordingly the ma
: pulled the strap, the coach stopped, an
S with her habitual impetuous movement
= she jumped out, and dropping lttl
r courtesy to the driver, said, " l than
a you, sir" He fancying she was trick
E ing him, called out, 4" That's cool Sto
t that husscy She's lodged her fare y
g An impeachment of vehicles had accu
Il mulated passengers on the side walk a
I the corner of Canal street. Ever
. eye was turned on our poor littl
8 stranger. She stopped, turned, and il
Q voice that indicated her honest per
plexity, asked, "what does he mean 2
o He means to be paid, my Child" sal,
an elderly gentleman, who was strucl
It with the simplicity of Ruth's manner
and himself gave the fare to the vocif
!, Grated driver. Ruth now comprehende'
e her mistake, and repaying the si1pence
she said with her characteristic goo'
sense, l am stranger in New York
# sir, or l should have known better. H'
|. invited me to ride with him, and tn
It people where ] live often give rides q
r strangers"