Democrat and sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1853-1866, 1855-05-23

kHOWn, anu from that tiIue tnS rcpoi . gov
about that 1t was love affair with some mys-
terious celebrity. and that Joe was buying a
wife with his gold for :. he had Californey-
WORTH said his landlords little boy, Teddy.
One evening Joe set out, as usual, with his
shabby old cloak and battered old hat, but well
dressed enough beneath He walked eau
tieusly at first, hobbling, as was natural to
him now, with his rhumatics SO bad but after
he had passed through his particular qua[ !
turning round constantly as if to cough, but
in reality TO see if any one were following him,
he walked briskly on, cutting through all sorts
of queer alleys and bye-places, winding and
doubling like fox; the best topographer in
London could not have followed him At
last he came to very pretty house in the Re-
gents Rark-a house. which was evidently in
habited by gentlewoman of fortune, as well
as of taste; for all the appointments were in
such perfect keeping, and there was such a
wealth of costly simplicity about it as could
only belong to both these conditions. The
broker looked up at the window as he came
beneath it, and little girl of about fourteen
or fifteen-but young and slight for her age
leaning out from among the geraniums, cried,
as answer to his look, :. Why, Joe, how late
you are tonight
That sweet voice the old man used to say
himself that he would not exchange its g Joe !"
for good fppun' note! He nodded to her
afIectionately land carefully scraping his shoes
opened the door and went in-with the air of
a man who knows that he will be welcome
He took off his hat and cloak, and put them
away into dark corner and then, clean and
respectable looking" he went up stairs to
the drawing room.
A lady still beautiful ari1 stiIl young young
at least for the mother Of Z cilild of fifteeD-
was sitting there elnbroidering. Surrounded
with every lrxury and every beauty-nested
in that lonely home, ike a bird in a golden
cage-how strange the chance which had
thrown together anything so graceful as that
lady and that old jew broker. Yet they were
well acquainted they were even friends; for
she rose when be entered, and advanced to-
wards him kindly, and shook hands with him..
and drew forward the best easy chair for him.
and petted him as women only can pet, with.
out any visible overt act. But all that Joe.
seemed to wish for was to sit alittle, and
watch her as she bent over her embroidery,
and to hear her say again and again that she
was contented and happy. - 8.
And You are certain sure you want for
nothing 2 inquired Joe; nor Miss Marga-s
ret neither q - $50 ss,.5s. ;s,.ss.
- = Nothing. Joe. Nothing J" and the sweet
lady looked up atfectionately as if she had spo-
ken to father. es6 6sa .siasss
tfThat is enough that is all want" NUT
tered Joe 5; and then be went back into the
depths of his quiet meditation, watching the
lady's face and every now and then glancing
round the room as if to see that all was right,
and to find out where he could alter and i'm
prove. s sisla ssE a ~ .ssJrfs,a s
After this had gone on for short time, Joe
Mappin asked for Margaret in an unoouth
way, strangely softened, like rnastiff partly
mesmerised The lady rang the bell and Mar
garet came. 1t seemed to be the usual way
IN which she was summoned when the broker
was there, for she came at once, without Civ !
ing the servant time to call her, She also
showed the most unaffected gratitude and love
for the old man, running up to him and ta-
ing his hand, calling him :. Dear Joe, - as if
she meant it, aA.asaa - ass ss'a'e
RI And is there nothing that the little lady
wants r said Joe, patting her head and smooth
ng down her curls. 9 Has she gowns and
oonnets enow. lady J? for you know she has but
o ask and have ~ ~ aszs sl
- Why, Joe, j don'twear such froek in a
week! said Margaret, laughing /" and it was
,nly last Tuesday that you gave me that beau
y, though / hadn't yet half worn my blue
iilk, 80 -. g s. es.s- -.
Joe Mappin drew her between his knees. |
md held her face in has hands = Silver and
,old isn't good enough for you both T. he said
With almost a passion of fervor in his voice
SO never stint yourself for fear of me. I"
But they both said again that they had all
hey could require, even if they were prin-
esses IL a fairy tower. Margaret added and
ghen this assurance had been repeated to al |
most wearisome number of times, Jee Map |
'in was content, and SO relapsed into silence
gain. And there he sat til the last rays of /
he sun had gone, and candles had been /
were the finest wax, you may +
'e sure-a peculiar expression of tenderness
N his mastlf s face, as if he was reading a |
weet chapter lovingly listening to noble +
ong admiringiy. And then, when it was
Iuite dark outside, he went away muf1ed up
n his greasy old cloak as he had come. and
Iobbling dramatically when he came near
us own quarters.
This then, was the broker secret. and this |.
Tas its history -. =.
About fifteen years ago, Joe Mappin, almost
q Old man even then, was called to seize the
oods OF a certain Captain Thornton living at
ne W est End The captain was one Of those |.
ay, reckless. loveable men who by dint of.
neer animal megnetisms live foryears on
reais : ]. and are then only brought to account
shen !. .becomes matter of life and death to
olne OF the poorer ereditors-t those creditors
: !, sorry for their debtor as ifit were them
elves going to the Queen's Bench ana acct. accuz
ing saemseiyes bitterIytiie tender hearted,
teastaor The trouble they are brin ngiing on /,
I'M + zee Nappln, the hardest of his profss-
oh, tne IRON hearted, grasping. broker. whes s.
as believed not to hayesa single human, feel.
g, even be was touched by the gallant frank +,