Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1857-04-23
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for a ninute--l mean that poor creature W,
} brought home"
, A Iigh broka in on me.
/, oh. you heing TO have your sense abou
! you," said Julia. patronizinsly. "Well.
am glad of il Now listen to me. She Wa.
Mary Whitf~lt. We went ,c school to-
gether slept in the same little room al Mrs
--'s al Troy, for two years, and we
loved each other de;.rly. She left school
and shortly after married a man named Mere
head. He was then doing fine business.
Two years after be failed and wen, to Cali.
iornia, leaving her IN This city. She says
he was good kind man. but have my
doubts, Tor che has never heard word from
him since. He promised to write and remit
her money through his iormer partner, one
Jameson, who is now a broker in Wall
street; bat although she haunted Jsmieson's
efkee nsiil she was ashamed to be seen
there any more, she has never, as l tell you,
got line or dollar from her husband
Little BY little. during all this time, she sold
everything she had, until she came to the
place and to the misery we found her in
Now, Mr.. Quigg, what is 10 be done"
"Um!" said l, "you can't turn her out
again"
Il do not mean to-" said Julia, with a
slight touch of sarcasm.
you can't keep her forever" said |.
81 am not sure of that" said Julia.
"Come them" said |, seeing in what quar-
ter the wind was, "we must do something.
Has she written to her husband, and told
him her tria,s!"
"No, she was too proud. She says if he
has really forgotten or wishes to forgot her,
she will not remind him even that she lives"
"Very well, leave it to me them" said |,
"nurse the poor thing well, and by the time
she is, we shall know better what to do.
This finishedsour conversation. But the
story had set me to thinking. So the next
day went 20 work to find out what kind of
man Jameson was, and learned enough to
put me in Hamiet's frame of mind when
Roratio tells him, about his papa's ghost:
ii doubted some foul play" That same
day, therefore, | wrote to Morehead, and
enclosed the letter to friend in Caiforn ia
with an urgent request to find Mr.. NJ. ii he
was yet in the land of the living.
LII the course of few weeks, with a
good doctor, who had sense enough TO give
no phJsic and Julia's nursing, Mrs. More
head got quiet strnr g and we'll; but still she
went about the house pale and silent; haunt
ed by one unvarying recollection. You
could see that the thought of her husbat
was never out o her mind She was never
idle, however, Tor that thought seemed
twinned with another, which was that it
was her duty 10 do everything in the hnu-e
that she cuu ID d. with the best chance of
not being onnd ,Uf ur accused OF trying
to paw us for our accidental mess to her
boy Anr u,"n my W, rd succeeded in
long sue, an inf itude ~ nrmeless gnod
offices, every day, that II Was not long be-
fore We were ull as mu.h the slaves o the
industrious goud,.ess "a she thought herse Il
ui US.
SO, one day, in rary y summer, when
came humr Ii ON the office and found a tail
brown man, with no end of whiskers and
moustache, sitting by her in our little par
lor, and every budy's eyes in the house. from
the cooks to the lap dogs, as red as piece
OF fresh beet, and Msry Mo- head started up
mure like an lhsane Italian prma donna
than the pale, quiet woman who had been
gotny about our house 80 lung, and cried
out:
He has come. This is Charles: my
Charles, Mr.. Quigg; and he never forgot
ms;' with several other interesting facts,
which, how ever, got so ianggied up with sobs
and laughter, that nobody could get them
apart say, when this took place, fe,t
very much like showing the amiable ard
believed Charles the door, than showing
him that degree OF intense civili;y which
saw was expected OF ME. However, act
ted very happy, and after while we had
the whole story, 1t vas of course no new
one.-Charles had written-Charles had
cent money Jameson was rascal Jaim-
eson had pocketed the money, and kept or
destroyed the letters.
Next day we affarded an agreeable variety
of scene to the habtues of Wall street.
We that is, Charles and /, went to Mr.. Ras-
cal Jamieson's office, and while Mo.ehead
gave Mr. Rascal Jameson pluter-plu-per-
feet good cowhiding,I had the felicity of
explaining the crowd that gathered, the little
bit of rfuanciering on the starving wife
and child of an absent friend, by which Mr..
Rascal Jameson brought it upon himself.
| must do the crowd and tie two policemen
whow were present. the justice 20 say that
Al III -, hn hnn oh wag
the Suprme Court; .for they made solemn
ring, and when Morehead's arm tagged
earnestly requested him to give Jameson
little more of the same sort.
Next day Jaimeson's office was closed.
He has never been seen in New York since.
This action on his part convinces me he
was not fit Tor his profession. Mary More
head and Charles live next door to US now,
and anybody who doubts the truth of this
story, can learn the number of their house
by calling either upon julia or myself.