The Westerly echo, & Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1854-1858, 1855-08-23

WOuIu not 10 tnat Whlcn would make
you suffer
20, no, don't think he would, said
Watkins; and here the conversation
dropped, for the young mans mind be-
came buried in business. ...
Adam Langrave was an old man, and
had been the foster father Of Lydia.
The girl had been left an orphan at an
early age, and her husband had com.
menced his career as Langrave's clerk,
and thus he became acquainted with the
fair, virtuous girl whom he made his
wife Langrave bad lately entertained
great project for making money, and
1t was in pursuance Of this that he had
called on Watkins for assistance.
On the day following the scene de-
scribcd, Mr.. Langrave called at Wat
kin's store, and opened to the young
merchant more fully his project. 1t
was vast one, promised golden har-
vest, and after much dcliberation, Lau-
son entered into it. 1t looked feasible
to him, and he promised him a rich re-
turn for his venture.
Lydia, | am ruined man y
This was the exclamation of Lauson
Watkins, as he entered his parlor one
evening about fortnight after his inter
view with Langravc. He was paler
than usual, and every nerve was shaken
with agltatiens q =
: Ruined = repeated his wife
. Yes, Langrave has failed--be has
entirely, completely sunk. Every cent
has gone y
But you are not all lost. Something
can be saved ~
No, not dollar. Fool that was,
| went in with him to the amount Of
two hundred thousand dollars. | trust
ed to his hon
The young man did not finish the
word He was excited, but he had
judgment enough not to hurt the feel
iugs Of his wife by speaking harshly of
her uncle. He was for the while COM
pletely Frustrated. The blow had come
upon him with crushing weight and he
ielt it keenly.
The gentle wife moved to her hus
bands side and placed her arm about
bis neck. She trem led violently, and
it was with difficulty that she could speak.
DO not blame my uncle too much, ;
she murmured. Everything is not
lost, | am left to you, and will do all [
can to help you. In your business trials
| could not assist you, but in your life
trials you shall find that [ am not USE
less. DO not despair, dear Lauson-
may turn up to assist you
The young man did not speak. He
returned his wife's embrace, and at that
she saw more of real, grateful
joy in his eye than she had seen there
before in a month.
At the end Of week the young mer-
chants business was settled up, and he
found himself the possessor Of just the
amount of personal property that the
law allowed him. Everything had been
swept away--every cent. Yet there
was one thing that remained within his
grasp. His wife held by her own right
a small farm in the country 1t was
her birth place: the place of her child
ho od--and her uncle had secured it to
her in such a manner that no misfortune
Of her husbands could ever fall upon it.
Lydia begged Of her husband to find a
nome on that farm. He hesitated
and then consented. He had
1t first thought of procuring clerkship
md trying once more to set himself up
n business. But the way looked tedi-
,u, to hint seemed too hard to gain
he place from which he had fallen, and
le gave it up. 1t was too much for his
bride to occupy a menial position now,
md he turned away from the great city
weary and sick ut heart.
The home that Lauson Watkins now
eceived at his wfe's hands, was in truth
/ lovely abode. The farm was an ex-
,ellent one, bearing the choicest of fruit,
lud capable of most productive cutiva-
ion. The dwelling was sweet little
cottage, surrounded by great elms, with
,herry and plum trees in front, while at