The Cadiz Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1854-1864, 1857-03-04
CADTz OHIO WEDNESDAY: MARCH A. 1857

lowed item, all to intent were they, and too in
terested, to observe him; and as they turned the
corner and paused to hold counsel, he halted,
leaned against the ratings, and oyersaw and
overheard them. .,...r r....
Sophy's first words he missed, but tho an
swer he marked well. ..r..-
"It is not ours We must not keep it, Sophy."
"Not keep it! why look here--there are heaps
and heaps Of notes! l dare say there are hun
dred! Not Keep it! l pU keep it-sll but what
l will give you. 1t is my own. found it!'
NO Its his who lost it! We must fnd
him. l wish knew who it was" 4.
II know" ..... ....
ooh, do you? I'm SO glad--so glad-who
WAS it, Sophy?'
"When tell you, you'll bid me keep it."
"Never! who was it, Sophy?"
"The lad man, who would have struck me
this morning. Hstty. What do you say nowT'
That We can find him, through that good
young gentleman. That we will give it back
to him. God says that We must do good to those
that hate us"
"Docs Iie?'' said the child, hesitating-" "but
that will not give us supper-and then l am SO
hungry-and you will be beaten, for we hav'nt
earned two shillings 'stwcen both Of u.s."
"God will raise up friend to US, if we are
good, Sophy." .
"Then we will be good Hetty. Here is the
money! Don't let me look at it, or I'll want to
keep it. I am SO very, very hungry" and SIZE
gave up the pocket-book to her companion.
AT the same instant Moreton stood before
them.
ooh! sir" said Hetty, springihg forward
"Hush!' he ns6ercd raising his hand en-
phatically-"T have heard-I know all. But
do you know who the man is, who lost this pock.
ct bookm
"No, sir. Who was hep @
"Mr. Hamn}Gffton."
"The man, who---?'
"Who robbed your father, Of his thousand
pounds" ......
"Well, sir since we know him, it will bo easy
to find him, and return it."
"See,' he said, taking the pocket book from
her hand, and opening it-"One-two-three
it contains above twenty thousand dollars!-
1t will make you rich-a lady" ....
'Give it me? don't like you no0. Tell me
where he lives, that may take it to him"
cat least" said Herman Moreton, selecting
one note from among the rest which he returned
to her-"Take this. 1t is what he owes you"
"No, TO; perhaps he will give it me-"
'IIetty--I do not think he will"
"Never heed! I will not take it. Where does
he live? must go and see him." s
y ou shall. We will go together" Il
"And, calling cab, he made the two Pariahs
enter it, carrying their brooms with them, des-
pite the wonder of the driver, and jumping in
himself cried ..a
"Driye to Mr.. Hammerton's, No. Astor
Place" .g .......r.. ....s..s
Enough. Ny tale is ended! The bsd rich
mans heart was touched for ouco; and | have
heard that since that day he has been no longer
fraudulent, or hard, or grasping. Enough, Het-
ty Mckenzie was not beaten, her mother did moi
die, and little Sophy Martyr scos rescued from
pollution. They all dwell on q nice farm in
the country prosperous and happy.
And the world laughed at all this, and called
It freak of that madman Herman Moreton!
But never heard that he slept the less peace
fully therefor; and, though he never owned at
one time in his life so large sum as he recover
ed for the scsvengcr, he had enough in his own
heart-vrtue, and consciousness Of right
Would there were many Herman Moretons!-
There were less misery then, and therefore less
! sin in the midst Of us. ..s-.r... ....