Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1858-08-05
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THE BEGGAR.
A TRUE STORY.

ed timidly at the basement door OF nne
substantial mansion in the city of Brooklyn.
Though the weather was bitter even for the a
season, the young man had no clothing but
pair of ragged cloth pants, and remains of
flannel shirt, which exposed his muscular
chest in many large rents. But in spite of
his tattered apparel aud evident fatigue, as
he leaned heavily upon the railing of the
basement stairs, critical observer could not
fail to notice conscious air of dignity and
the marked traces of cultivation and refine
ment in his pale, haggard countenance.
The door was speedily opened, and dis
closed large comfortably furnished room
with its glowing CRATE of anthracite, before
which was placed luxuriously furnished
breakfast table. A fashiouably attired young
man, in brocade dressing gown and velvet
slippers, reclining in soft tauteui1, busily
engaged in reading the morning papers,
The beautiful young wife had fingered at
the table giving to the servant in waiting her
orders for the household matters Of the day
when the timid rap at the door attracted her
attention. She commanded the door to be
opened; but the young master of the man
sion replied that it was useless-being no
one but some thievish beggar but the door
was already opened, and the sympathies OF
Mrs. haywood enlisted at once.
Come in to the fire. cried the young
wife, impulsively before you perishp
The mendicant, without exhibiting any
surprise at such unusual treatment of a
street beggar, slowly entered the room, man
ifesting painful weakness at every step
On his entrance, Mr.. Haywood, with dis
pleased air, gathered up his papers and left
the apartment. The compassionate lady uu-
wisely placed the half:frozen man near the
fire, while she prepared bowl of fragrant
cofee-which with abundant food was placed
before him. But noticing the abrupt de-
par,ure of her husband, Mrs haywood, with
o clouded countenapce, left the room, whls-
perina to tho servant to remain until the
stranger should leave.
She then ran hastily up the richly mount
ed staircase, and paused before the entrance
of a small laboratory and medical library, and
occupied solely by her husband, who was a
physician and practical chemist. She open
ed the door and entered the room. Mr..
haywood was sitting at small table, with
his head resting on his hands apparently IN
deep thought.
Edward said the young wife, gently
touching his arm, Il fear l have displeased
YOU but the man looked so wretched could
not bear to drive him away and her voice
trembled as she added-'You know that l
take the sacrament to-day.
sDear Mary, replied the really fond hus-
band i appreciate your motives. l know
it is pure goodness of heart which leads you
to disobey me, but still must insist upon
nv former commands-that no beggar shall
ever be permitted to enter the house. 1t is
for your safety that I insist upon 1t. How
deeply you mi ght be imposed upon in my
FREQUENT absences from home I shudder to
think. The man that is now below may be
but burglar in disguise, and already in
your absence taking impression in wax OF the
different key-holes in the room so to enter
some night at his leisure. Your limited ez-
perlenced of city life, makes it difficult for
YOU to credit so much depravity. 1t is no
charity to give to street beggars, it only en-
courages vice, dearest
1T may be so,' responded Mrs. haywood,
but it seems wicked not to relieve suffering
and want, even if this person has behaved
badly-and we know it. But I will promise
YOU not to ask another into the house
At this moment the servant raped Vio-
lently at the door crying out that the beggar
was dying.
Come Edward, your skill can save him, I
know said his wife, fastening from the
apartment.
The doctor did not refuse this appeal to
his professional vanity, for he Immediately
followed his wifs's flying footsteps as she
descended to the basement They found
the mendicaut lying pale and unconscious
upon the carpet where he had slipped in his
weakness from the chair where Mrs. May
wood had seated him.
He is handsome fellow muttered the
doctor as be bent over him to ascertain the
state CT his pulse.
And well he might say so. The glossy
locks of raven hair had fallen away from a
broad white forehead his closed eyelids were
bearded by long raven lashes, which lay like
long silken fringe upon his pale bronzed
cheeks, while delicate aquiline nose, and
a square and massive chin displayed mod
ell Of manly beauty.
lis he dead?' asked the young wife anz'
ously. :,
u0h, no it is only fainting fit caused
BY the sudden change of temperature, and
perhaps the first stage of starvation replied
the doctor sympathizingly. He had forgot
ten the moment, his cold maxims of prudence
and added He must be carried to room
without fire, and placed in comfortable oea'
The coachman was called in to assist IN
lifting the athletic stranger, who was carried
to room in the chambers, where the doc
tor administered with his own hands strong
doses of port wine sangaree. The young
man soon became partly conscious, but all
conversation was forbade him, and he sank
quietly to sleep.
He is doing we'll; let him rest as long
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