Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1855-09-15

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dy. his landlords boy, came the nearest to the
discovery; but he lost him at last somewhere up
in the New Road, near Regents Park, though that
was a good measure to have taken, too. Moreover
he saw that Joe was decently dressed beneath his
shabby old cloak-a thing no one else would wear;
and from that time the report had got about that
IL was a love affair, with some mysterious celebri-
ty, and that Joe was ouying a wife with his gold;
for he had a Californy-worth,' said his landlords
little boy, Teddy.
One evening Joe set out, as usual, with his shah
by old cloak and battered old hat, but well enough
beneath. He walked cautiously at first, h%obbling,
as was natural to him now, with his rheumatics 80
bad; but after he had passed through his particu-
lar quarter, turning round constantly as If to
cough, but in reality to SEQ if any ono were follow
ing, he walked briskly on, cutting through all sorts
of queer alleys and byo-places, winding and doub-
ling ike a fox; the best topographor in London
could not have followed him. AT last he came to
q very pretty house in the Regents Park-a house
evidently inhabited by a gcntlewomcn of fortune,
as well as Of taste; for all the appointments wero
in such perfect keeping, and there was such a
wealth of costly simplicity about it us could only
belong to both these conditions. The broker look
ed up at the'window rs he came beneath it, and q
little girl of about fourteen or ffteen-but young
and slight of her age-leaning out from among
the gernniums, cried, and answered to his look,
why, Joe; how late you are to nightP
That sweet voice The old man used to say
himself. that he would not exchange its Joe = for
a good fppun' note lie nodded to her affection
ately, and carefully scraping mis- shoes, opened the
door, and went in with the air of n man who knows
that he will BIO welcomed. lie took off his hat
and cloak, and put them away in a dark corner,
and then, clean and respectable looking, he went
up stairs to the drawing room.
A lady, still beautiful and still ~young-young
al least for the mother Of a child of ifteen-was
sitting there embroidoring. Surrounded with ev-
cry luxury and every ~beauty-nestled in their
lonely home, like n bird in a golden cage-how
| etron ~ tbo cbanrn trhicb had thrown tnuothpr
anything so graceful as that lady and that old jew
broker. Yet they were we'll acquainted; that they
were even friends; for she rose when he entered,
and advanced towards him kindly, and shook
hands with him, and drew forward the best easy
chair for him, and petted him as a woman only
can pet, without any visible over tact. But all
that Joe seemed to wish for was to sit a little, and
watch her rs she bent over her embroidery, and to
hear her say again that she was contented and
: happy; .4 c.uo,h.
S ing 2 inquired Joe nor Miss Margaret Meth
5 Nothing, Joe, nothing and the sweet lady
a looked up afiectionately, as if she had spoken TO q
= father.
That's enough-that is all want muttered
Joe; and then he went back into the depth of his
I quiet meditation, watching the lady's face, and
5 every now and then glancing round the room, MS il
to see that all was right, and to find out where he
:. could alter and improve. After this had gone or
q LOT u hlOrl tilc, JOj Nldpplu uSk6u ~ uhhiS dlS'
. in an uncouth way, strangely %softened, like a mas
y tiff partly mesmerised. Tho lady rang the bell
+ and Margaret came. 1t seemed to be the usua
Y way in which she was summoned when the broker
9 was there, for she scame at once, without giving
9 tho servant time to call her. She also showed the
i most unaffected gratitude and love for the old man
o running up to him and taking his hand, calling
e him Dear joe us if she meant it.
7 And is there nothing that the little lady wants?
said Joe, patting her head and smoothing dowI
her curls. Has she gowns and bonnets enough
lady ? for you know she has but to ask and have.
Why. Joe, / don't wear such a frock in a week!
said Margaret, laughing;and it was only last Tues
~ day that you gave me that beauty, though lhadn'
yet half worn my blue silk.
n Joe Mappin drew her between his knees, an,
held her face in his hands. Silver and gold ism
good enough for you both he said, with almost
passion of feryor in his voice: so never stint your
self for fear of me-
T. But they both said again that they had all the
1t could require, even if they were princesses IN
:. fairy tower Margaret added; and when this assn
rance had been repeated to almost a wearisom
number of times, Joe Mappin was content, and S
n relapsed into silence again. And there he sat til
" the last rays of the sun had gone, and candles ha
20 been brought they were of the finest wax, 20
:. may be sure-a peculiar expression of tenderness
TO on his mastiA's face, as he was reading a swee
s. chapter lovingly-listening to a noble song adm
ringly. And then, when It was quite dark out
side, he went away, mufHed up in his greasy oil
= cloak, as he had como, and hobbling rheumatical
N y when he came near his own quarters.
This then, was the brokers secret, and this wa
C, its history:
About fifteen years ago, Joe Mappin, almost q
. old man even then, was called to seize the goods
q certain Captain Thornton living at the West Enc
r. The captain was one Of those gay, reckless, love;
ch Bile men, who, by dint of sheer animal magnetism
live for years on credit, and are only brought t
:; account when it becomes a matter OF life an
IL death to some of the poorer creditors-those cree
OF itors as sorry for their debtor as if it we're then
as selves going to the Queens Bench, and accusin
N. themselves bitterly-the tender.hearted, at least
for the trouble they are bringing on him. Jc
~ Mappin the hardest of his profession, the irol
dy hearted, ~grasping broker, who was believed to M
- to have q single human feeling, even he was touc
trv ed by the gallant frankness and gracious MANN
- of his victim, and as for the wife-that noble, p
tent, glorious woman, with her little one in h
arms-something rose up in his heart for h
which he had never felt in his life before. 1t was
yearning worship, such as he had read of in the no
els Of the libraries he had seized but which he ha
always thought trash, and the mere mouthings
author fools. lie felt now, for the first time, tn
vas there was such n thing in the human heart Us Lo
md the love of beauty, the love of virtue, love t
r a PHYS sake.
to Captain Thornton was carried off to the Queer
his Bench and after n short term of imprisonmeI
up died suddenly of apoplexy. He had lived I
by freely, and taken too little exercise; and being Of
ust of those fair haired men of ~sanguine Temperance
IS a who require abstinence and work, who love luxu
nth and idleness, he had met the fate any medical M
and would have predicted. His wife and child we
nge thus left alone in the world, and penniless. 7
broker had never lost sight of them, Gifts frC
an unknown hand, money, clothing, and even 70
ice. had kept Mrs, Thornton from want-all the me
welcome, as by her marriage she had displeas
ing her relatives, who were perhaps not sorry now
lass this excuse to avoid maintaining her. When
him captain died, then old Joe Mappin came forwa
dis openly. He told her how he had lived an Ishmi
bor- lite life, without pity, and without love; he to
Joe her how she had reused feelings in him-feelir
Of reverence for humanity, such ms he had ne,
lin; known before; and the old man bowed himself
rem fore her as to q superior being, and besought
too her the privilege of maintaining her and her chi
He wanted nothing, he said, but to know that til
.rict were happy, and sometimes to hear them say SO
He had not n relation in the world to whom
gut could leave his money-not one that they wol
lur- wrong by taking it; he had boarded because 1t v
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