The Westerly echo, & Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1854-1858, 1855-05-10
CHAPTER Nv.

II CHAPTER Nv. Ect0i. .g
1t was the last time Harry or his
mother went to the opera that season.
a great grief awaited them at home the
fond father, the kind and tender hus-
band was dead. A disease of tho heart,
which had been struggling with for years.
had at length conquered him. He had
declined accompanying his wife and son
that night on account of looking over
some business papers; and alone in his
library the angel found him. 1t was
ascertained, on an examination of his
affairs, that the anxieties and dread Of
approaching bankruptcy had FASTENED
his dissolution. All Harry's bright
prospects we're blightcd. There was
left but mere sufficiency to his luxu-
riously bred mother, and he would not
subject her to privations for his own
interests. lie therefore resolved to-
seek situation as book keeper, or clerk
Immediately. His determination to
abandon his profession was of course
nine-day's-wonder. Few appreciated
the high, manly courage which enabled
him to do it chcerfully.
A situation was offered him in the
counting room of an old acquaintance of
his fathers, and he was writing his ac-
ceptation, when letter was brought in,
purporting in its contents, to come from
former creditor of his fathers, who
had returned from India with renewed
fortune, and proposed paying his debt
in quarterly instalments, the first of
which was conveyed in check upon
the - Bank. This was signed by
the very common name of Smith. The
whole matter seemed very romantically
honest; but upon his presenting the
check at the bank, and relating the par
ticulars, it was fully corroboratod and
when he inquired if he could see the
honest man, he was told that he had
left the city without acquainting them
whittier he had gone, or the time of his
return.
1t seemed like God-send to Harry,
for it would be suficient--with the
strictest cconomy--to pursue his studies
a. he had intended. 1t is needless to
say what dligent student he made.
A noble ambition was melting him. And
when at the age Of twenty-five he elec-
trifed vast appreciative audience with
his first brilliant effort, it was no more
than few observing people had pro-
Dhesied of him long before. He was
low rising man friends, as well as
flocked in /; but the former he
Knew how to appreciate; and as he sat
1t his simple hearth, the old sarcastic
mile curled his handsome lip, as he saw
newspaper puff of his plea, written by
man who used to turn the cold shoulder
o him when he was nobody but strug-
ling student. He was thinking of this,
1hen their only servant handed him
card with Agnes Day written upon its
mooth surface, in a woman's fine, grace
III hand writing. The smile deepened
pom his lips.
ooh, my little flower girl, my pretty
rotege, you are like the rest of the
'orld, then, and seek me when fortune
miles ~ and with kind Of compass
onate indifference he entered the room
here his visitor awaited him. Some-
ow or other his feelings melted away r
nder the genial influence of that frank
nile and extended hand and it was
o difficult matter to receive her rs COR
tally as the Agnes Day of long ago.
why didn't you come to SEQ my
lother, when you were here before -
Q inquired, as they sat talking, "We
ere in recent sorrow then, We made no
Ills ourselves"
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