True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1856-08-06
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STEUBENVILLE, OHIO, WEDNESDAY,

ling ner NOUN, Wnlcn lev. husband
would have resisted. rs ~ s
$50 did, dear child, and see you
want it too night for the party. Well,
you shall have it for two Kisses" 4.
"No, l shan't either; for I've pins en-
ough already, but" crossing her hands
coaxingly in his arm, 81 want the mon
ey very much for something else. lisa
great secret, so don't please, ask me
anything about it. only say | may have
it," ...' ,-.r,.. IN,
"a thousand dollars to throw away on
a secret. Ex ravagant, Alice ~ Mr..
Reade drew in his breath, but there was
smile lurking in his eyes, and his wife
knew all was right. T.. - ~.
"Send up the note before eleven
please. Mr.. Reade y were the words
that followed the millionaire down stairs.
Let us change the scene, >a
1t was high chamber, in a dilapited
brick row, and mserably destitute. A
few ashes were smouldering on the hearth
and by this sat a shivering, starving
mother and her child. ....''. e.. J. -
=" Mother, mother, won't papa come
home pretty soon, and bring Newell a
nice cake 2" said the boy. ~
II hope so, dear little boy, Oh, if he
only can sell one Of the pictures ~ 1t
was pitiful, the sob in the woman's
voice, the tone half hopeful, half despair
ing, in which she spoke this She was
young and very pretty still, even with
her pale, pinched face, and the sorrow
that looked out of her large, blue eyes.
There was NO great force of character
in the face, it is true. You felt it was
not one to meet calmly defautly, the
great trial hours ofllfe. but it was sweet,
womanly, and oh, so very sorrowful
The boy, of some FIVE summers. was
not like his mother. The tone of his
face, from the broad forehead, to the small
full month, was stronger and deeper.
Even his large, hazel eyes and brown
hair vere.his fathers. . ...s .
And then 10 think of the husband and
t the father, with his sensitive, aesthetic
nature, and his proud. high spirit re.
duced to this Oh, Lucius Brante, il
might have been weakness and sin, but
; it was hardly strange that you had gone
f out from the old chamber that day, with
these words in your heart. "Success OF
Suicide !" .s..s, . .... a.
: The boy drew up closer to his moth.
er, and she put her arms tenderly about
g him. but she did not speak for fear the
tears would come. With all his rare
3 gifts, the arlis, father had never painted
8 SO touching picture. 70. ~. ,,.,.
Another hour went by, and there was
the quick ring Of feet on the old stair.
case, and something in TIE sound which
gave new spring of hope to the heats
that beat low by the dying ashes. t.
The door burst open, and Lucius
Brante rushed wildly in. and threw q
8 a heavy purse into his wife's lap. Was
t the man mad! For he clasped her and
the frightened child one moment in his
arms and threw them up, triumphantly
+. laughing and shouting, while the tears
\ ran down his proud face. as they would
down the face of little child. We.
/ "What does it mean, Lucius-speak
: TO net" gasped the young wife, shaking
: from head 10 foot.
r Il have saved you, Helen, Newell
j, Thank God-thank God! There is /;
{ thousand dollars in the purse. Oh, i
o seems as i'll must be dreaming, as if thi.
great, sudden good could not be true ~
! "And who was it bought them, Lu
e cius e. asked the wife, through her glac
r tears.
e "The mans name blessings on it |!
4 was Watkins. He bought four Of my
pictures, selecting them from all others il
the collection. and paid me two hundred
h and fifty dollars piece! He was a plaiI
: emily not much Of connoisseur in pain
/ ings either. But | could have fallel
Y down at his feet and worshipped him 7"
Il "Papa. papa, did you bring your little
: boy the cakel" and the soft cheel
n ofthe child was pressed up to his faith
t er's. ''.' ,'''(' ''s
=" No, dear, gathering him to his heart
Q "but papa will get you a dozen now,
Q and Newell and mamma shall never b
Q hungry again. We will have a fire, ant
v such a supper as we haven't had 70
9 years. God. has sent his angel when th'
!. darkness was deepest. Let us thanl
Him." and they knelt down there, on tn
u cold hearth bricks, in the gathering nigh
darkness, and the prayer Of the artis
y seemed a heart hallelujah, that mus: hav
/ reached up through the song Of serapl
s and archangel to the Great Whit
II Throne! 80 e5 'N"' y
Again we. change the scene.
6 "Wen. Watkins, my good man. di,
d you get the pictures :" =
= Alice Reade asked the question wit
breathless eagerness, as she met her ser
|, want at the door. z .,9E /" 'shfl "
"Yes, ma'am here they are safe am
/ sound. fourof 'em,p said the man, bust
u ling mysteriously into the apartment, an,
depositing the large package on the table