Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1858-08-12
SeIecteo storp.
LITTLE sALLIE PEMBROKE.

CHAPTER 1.
Bath, in Maine, the city of nv nativi.
ity. had not visited for nearly twenty
years. l need not detail mywm derings
and could not, if | would, describe the
feelings with which l returned. The
night l ran away was dark and drizzily:
the day went back was bright and
buoyant. Then my parents were living;
now they were dead. Then / was six
teen, ny face round and rudy, and my
heart fnll OF hope; now am nearing for
ty, and nay temples are whitened with
the frost of time.
In that part Of the city where my faith
err had lived, there were very few local
changes Here and there house had
been removed to make way for the
march OF modern Improvement; some
open spaces were built upon, and occu-
ped; one or two new streets had been
laid out and improved; but the general
appearance Of the nelghborhood was
unchanged.
1t was otherwise with the people. -
None OF them remained as when l had
left the city. The old were in their
graves, and the young were grown to
middle life. OF these, some had gone
to the West and South, some to Cana
da, and few had followed my example
and gone to sea.
OF those that remained, not one re-
membered me, or even my father.
was referred to an old man who had liv-
ed IN the neighborhood for half a centu-
ry; but his memory was SO impaired by
time that I gained no certain informa-
ton, such as [ desired.
"Luther Morgan?" repeated the old
man, closing both eyes, as if to shut out
from his brain everything but my inqui-
ry; 'him that lived on the corner, oppo-
site Pembroke?"
EYES, l replied, my heart giving a
Joyous bound, tor | saw that he remem-
bered.
"Ah me!' said the old man mournful-
ly; Che is dead this eighteen years"
Gle had son?' inquired, with an
unpleasant sensation. .r,s
cay, worthless vagrant that ran
away to sea, and left the old folks to die
of SORROW"
such, L have no doubt, was the opin-
ION entertained of my unfilial behavior
at the time, by all who sympathized
with my bereaved parents. AS it was
nothing to be proud of, pursued my in
qulrles without disclosing my identity.
"Y on mentioned the name of Penn
broker" / remarked.
"Ah, but he is dead too. He and
Morgan died the same year."
CHE had q daughter?" I continued,
with emotions very different from those
L experienced when / inquired for the
un2rateful son of Luther Morgan.
''He may have had" said the old
man, after reflection; ''but l don't re-
member"
dis reply in some measure dashed my
expectations, for the daughter whom the
Old man had forgotten was the sole OBJ
Ject ofmy soEcitude. But having PROV
ed the efficacy Of close examination a
great many times, at once resolved to
continue my inquiries.
Who administered upon the estate?"
| began.
81 think it was his wife's BROTHER" re-
piled the old man, thoughtfully; ''but ]
am not certain.
"Where does he reside?" I continu-
ed.
''fIe lived then in New York, I be.
lieye; out am not certain of that eli.
Their"
varied my questions in dozen diff
terent ways, but failed to elicit any fur
Their information.
From other sources I learned that
Mr.. Pembroke's property had been sold
years before, by the brother-in-law allu.
ded to; but on what authority could
not discover, for l searched in vain for
will or other evidence of legal proce.
dure
CHAPTER II.
have often wondered why thought
so much of little Sallie Pembroke. She
was only three years old when | left
home. had no hope that she retained
me IN her remembrance-she so young
and l SO long absent. Reason and ex,
perience forbade the enjoyment of such
conclusion.
/ think now that it must have arisen
Hull UuO PAOoSAAS AoAnCLiUrance OF ear
ly associations. In the first three years
of her existence l had held her in my
arms, hauled her in my carriage, tossed
her on my hands, and handled her upor
my knees, hundreds Of times.
bor twenty long years, in my wander
ings over halfthe habitat1e globe, new
er saw little girl of three or four years
old without thinking of my infant com
panion; and when there was an oppor
tunity, | always kissed the toddlins
creature, and dropped tear to thu
memory of my childhood.