Carroll free press. [volume] (Carrollton [Ohio]) 1834-1861, 1855-06-07
VOLUME 23,---NUMBER %.

some Saio ne was eoiner, and others that he
had committed murder, and went 70 lock al
the body or the grave. Others again said.
that be had a mad wife locked up in the garret.
on straw but none knew exactly what they
thought, excepting the broad fact that there
vas secret somehow; and Of course, il il be.
lOnged to him. q disgraceful one, he could
lbsys nothing but villAinly to conceal, said ths
inspector to policeman K 81.
/ WIN -. repO;rtt arose Of his having Sc
era, in n. ~. "a. heca--as evening after eve
ming. be was seen stealing ~ n 40 ua'A w. nOI
his garret. along HolbOm. towards ne
End. No one knew where he went TO, thougn
more than one lounger had sci out TO follow
him; but somehow the old man always con.
triVed to escape, doubling through the streets
in such quick and unexpected manner that
however it was done, he invariably got sway.
All sorts Of plans had been made to track h
but they failed, every one Of them, and the
brokers' secret was a secret still. Little Ted
dy, his landlords boy, came the nearest to the
discovery, but he Loaf him at last somewhere
up in the New Road, near Regents Park,
though that wks a good measure to have taken
too. Moreover, he saw that Joe was deeenly
dressed beneath his shabby old cloak thing
no one else would wear, and from that Time thv
report had got about that it was a love affair
with some mysterious celebrity, and that Joe
was buying wife with bis gOld,-fOr he had
a 'Califolny 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 enough beneath. He walked cautiously
at Grst, hObbling, as was natural to him now
with his rheumatcs so bad; but after he had
passed through his particular quarter, turning
round constantly as il to cough, but in reality
to see if any one were following, he walked
briskly Cd, cutting through all sorts of queel
alleys and BY places, winding and doubling
like fOx, 1.-The best tOpOgrapher in LOndOr
could not have followed him. at last he camt
to a very pretty house in Regents Park
house evidently inhabited by gentlewOmaI
Of fortune, as we'll as Of taste, for all the ap
pointmsnts were in such perfect keeping, al,
there was such wealth Of costly simplicity
about il as could only belong to both thes
conditions. The broker looked up at the win
dow as he came beneath it, and little girl G
about fourteen or ffteen-but young ant
slight Of her age-leaning out from among th'
geraniums, cried, as answer to his look, why
Joe, how late you are to night !
That sweet voice the old man used 10 sa
himself that he would not exchange its Joe
for good 6ppun' note He nodded to her a
fectiOnately, and carefully scraping his shoes
opened the door and went iu-with the air
man who knows that he will be welcome
He took of his hat and cloak, and put them a
way in q dark corner, and then, clean an
respectable looking, he went up stairs to Il
drawing room.
A lady still beautiful and still young-your
at least for the mother Of child Of fifteen
vas sitting there embrOidering. Surround
with every luxury and every beauty--nest
in that lonely home, like bird in gOld'
cage--how strange the chance which b
thrown together anything SO graceful as Ii
lady and that old Jew broker Yet they we
well acquainted, they we're even friends,
- she rose when he entered and advanced
n wards him kindly, and shook hands with hi
g and drew forward the best easy chair for b
and petted him as women only can pet, vii
out any visible over tact. But all that
seemed to wish for was 10 sit little and wal
her as she beLt over her embroidery, and
hear her say again and again that she '
he contented and happy.
~. 'And are you certain sure you want for
.han thing?' inquired Joe nor Miss MargG
-;.o neither 2
nlea Nothing Joe, nothing and the sweet i
= of looked up affectionately as II she had spo
roero to father,
,arts, That's enough-that is all want NUT
i'm a ed Joe; and then he went back into the del
old Of his quiet meditation, watching the laC
rheu. face, and every now and then glaDCing ro
yowo the room as if to see that all was right, and
xture find out where he could altei and improve.
He After this had gone on for short time,
easel. Mappen asked for Margaret in al uncOuth
nance, strangely softened, like mastif partly 4
The merised. The lady rang the bell and Ma
some. ret came. It seemed to be the usual wa
honest which she was summoned when the br
uron was there. for she came at onos. without
n ing the servant time to call her. She
A the showed the most unaffected gratitude and
not bs for the old man, running up to him and Ia
nos- his hand calling him Dear Joe,' as If
smpe- meant it.
ehaSd sAnd il there nothing that the little