Butte record. (Bidwell, Butte County, Cal.) 1853-1858, 1855-06-30

They arrived at the deor-the stran~
ger was there. They alight--he extends
a very slight but respectable bow to the
heiress, and moves on.
A blush tinges that bright cheek-she
recognizes him. Charlotte retires to her
chamber; she was unhappy--but surely
the stranger was nothing to her, or she
to him.
Time rolled on. 1t was the coolest
night of the uncommon coid winter of
1885, and the m, morablc 10th of De-
cember. A fire had broken out in the
evening in one of the principal streets of
the business part of the great co,mer-
Gil metropolis. 1t ragged violently, and
at early morning on the succeeding day
great portion OF the city lay in ashes.
The millionaire WIS comparatively a
beggar his furniture was sacrificed, his
mansion disposed of, his splendid horses
and carriage passed into other hands, and
even Jesse, Charlotte's coal black favor.
ite, was doomed to pass from them under
the hammer.
"Poor Jesse - sighed his mistress,
Il hope he may fall into good hands. "
But nobody wanted jesse, and he was
finally purchased and thrown away on a
stranger.
who did you say was the purchaser p
inquired Charlotte of her father.
"a Mr.. Manly, l think" said her
father.
Another year had fed. Misfortune
had followed in rapid succession, and the
revolution of 1897 had finally reduced
our man of wealth to bankruptcy. The
following advertisement appeared i" the
papers of the day:
'Will be sold at public auction, on
Wednesday next, on the premises, the
right of redemption to that beautiful
cottage, with about an acre of land ad-
joining, laid out in garden wei stocked
with fruit trees and shrubbery, situated
on the south side of Staten Island and
mortgaged to John Jacob Astor for he
sum of ten thousand and three dollars
&c. Sale posiliyc-titie inlisputable--
possession given immodiately-tcrms
cash"
The rich man, that was, in vain ap-
p9aled to his sunshine friends for aid
They must have security-the times were
hard-they had lost good deal of mon
ey-people sometimes would live too fast
it wasn't their fault--very sorry, but
could not help him.
From bad to worse he succeeded, and
now, reduced to the last extremity, he
| had retired to his beautiful retreat, with
the hope that rigid economy and fresh
application to his mercantile affairs
would retrieve his rapidly sinking for
tune. But his star was descending, he
had no security to offer. and the cottage
was sold.
1t was bright day in autumn-ths
purchasers were few there was but littl.
compel ton, and the estate passed into
other hands. The purchaser gave note,
hat be should take possession forthwith.
And what was to become of the lovely
child His last home had been taken
from him. and that fair girl was mother
less. The heart of the fond father mis-
gave him when he received information
that the premises must be Immediately
vacated.
He had been a proud man, bat bis
pride was now humbled, and calmly be
resigned himself to the last stroke of
affliction. He, too, wept-it was fear
full sight to see ,hat strong man weep!
But his troubles were nearly at an
end. The day following that upon which
the sale occurred had we'll nigh past
The afternoon was bright and bal.ny, the
father sat with his daughter in the recess
of one of the cottage windows, which
looked out upon the high road. He had
received note from the purchaser of
the cottage, informing him that he should
call upon him in the afternoon, for the
purpose of examining the premises more
fully than be had had an opportunity of
doug They awaited his visit.
so, father" shouted Charlotte, for
getting for the moment her SORROWS
''look, there is my darling little Jessis,'
and knock at the door called her at
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