The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1858-03-10
give him my beautiful rose, if he liked


shoulder, while Jamie fed her with the
juicy berries, one by one, as bird might
its young.
Why, how bright the color in your
check is" cried jamie {" believe you
have been stealing the red shadows from
your favorite rose. Mother, | am sure
Katy will get we'll"
The next morning, while yet the golden
spear of sunrise was in rest among the
purple hills Katy died. n
The moss of twenty years had gathered
upon Katy's head-stohe-the violets of
twenty years had blossomed over her grave
and it was glorious autumn day, whose
light streamed along the busy thoroughfare
and shone on the magnificent marble erec-
tion devoted to the extensive operations
of the celebrated Bank of k.
A splendid carriage, cushioned with vel
vet, and glitteriDg brightly in the sunshine
was drawn up opposite the door, waiting
to take the great banker to the palatial
home.
The spirited horse, foaming and pranc.
ing, could hardly be curbcd, and the driver
looked wonderingly towards the door, and
marvelled why his usually punctual master
did not come.
Mr.. Arnet stood in little Office open.
ing from the main bank, where the long
rows of clerks were bending over their
desks He had looked over little pocket
book, which he always carried about
him for some note or bill and, as he
turned its pages, bit Of folded paper
dropped out.
Tho banker opened it, and although
twenty years had deadened the first edge
of his sorrow, the tears rushed to his eyes
as they fell on the contents. A pencil
sketch, rude and unfinished, of a meek
browed child-a lock Of soft brown hair
and that perfumed dust of crimson rose
these were dearer to the banker than his
vaults of yellow gold.
AS he looked on them,a tremulous voice
without arrested his ear
81 would be glad if you would buy gen.
tlemen, for my need is very great. have
a sickly daughter at home, who must be
fed"
BE off about your business was the
sharp rejoinder. :" won't let you it. Don't
you see you are not wanted here ?'
The voice seemed to strike responsive
chord in the rich mans heart surely he
had heard its mild tones before. He par
TALLY opened the door, and called out
sternly
Mr.. Waters, show the gentleman in
if you please"
The abashed clerk obeyed not without
surprise, and the bowed old man, with his
heavy basket of Strawberries, came humbly
into the private room of the great banker
Will you take chair? politely in.
quired Mr.. Arnet, moving forward lux
urious fauteuii.
The old man took of his hat APOLOGIZE
cally,
"Sir, l fear that intrude on your val.
liable time. IF you would buy some of
my fruit--necessity, you know. is strong,
and my poverty is extreme was not
always in such position"
Mr.. Arnet watched the proud turn Of
that gray head with singular smile ;
then sitting down on his desk he wrote
off check and handed it across the ta-
BILE.
"One thousand dollars! |" faltered the
old man, as he read, turning red and white
in breath. He held it toward the bank
er.
"Sir, l hoped you were too much OF a
gentleman to make sport of age and dis
tress. Is there anything to jest about in
my want ?"
Not at all, sir. You spoke of sick
ly daughter. have cottage vacant
just outside the city, with fountain
grounds and observatory. If you and
your daughter will occupy it, rent free. l
shall be very glad to have you take care
Of it for me-"
The old man stood white and breath
less, as in dream. In an instant hi,
hand was taken in the clasp of the grsa
banker.
"My friend, my benefactor, you have
forgotten me, but my youthful memory il
stronger than yours. Is 1t possible tina
you have no remembrance of me7"
The old man shook his head
yet it is folly to expect it when | an
SO changed. Listen, sir" he resumed
with bright, earnest smile; have yo'
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