Meigs County telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy [Ohio]) 1848-1859, 1858-05-04
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LITTLE SALLIE PEMBROKE
BIT WILLIAM LINN TiDBALL.
CHAPTER I,

Bath, in Maine, the city of my nativity
l had not visited for nearly twenty years
L need not detail my wanderines, and coulc
not, if would, describe the feelings with
which returned. The night ran away
was dark and drizzly; the day went back
was bright and buoyant. Then my parents
were living; now they were dead. Then
L was out sixteen, my face round and
ruddy, and my heart full of hope; now |
was nearing forty, and my temples were
whitened with the frost of time
In that part of the city where my father
had lived, there were very few local
changes. Here and there a house had
been removed to make way for the march
OF modern improvement; some open
spaces were built tupon, and occupied; one
or two new streets had been laid out and
improved; but the general appearance of
the neighborhood was unchanged.
1t WAS otherwise with the people. None
of tkem remained as when 1 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 Canada, and few had fol-
lowed my example and gone to sea.
Ot those that remained, not one lemem-
bered me, or even my father. | was re-
ferred to an old man who had lived in the
for half century; but his
memory was SO impaired by time that |
gained no certain information, such as |
desired.
Luther Morgan? repeated the old man,
closing both eyes, as it to shut out from
his brain everything but my inquiry; him
a" ilyed iW on the corner, opposite Penn broks?'
Yes ! replied, my heart giving joy
ous bound, for saw that he remembered.
'Ah me!' said the old man, mournfully:
The is dead this eighteen years.
He had son" l inquired, with an
unpleasant sensation.
'Ay, worthless vagrant that ran away
o sea, and left the old folks 10 die of sor-
'ow.'
Such, have no doubt, was the opinion
entertained of my unfilial behavior at the
Ime' by all who sympathised with my
'ereaved parents. AS it was nothing to
eel proud of, pursued my INQUIRIES
without disclosing my identity.
You mentioned the name of Pembroka9,
remarked.
'Ah buthe is dead too. He and MORGAN
he'd the same year.
He had a daughter?' CONTINUED, with
motions very different from those | ex-
when l inquired for the un-
,rateful son of Luther Morgan.
He may have had, said the old man.
tier reflection; but don't remember
HIS reply in some measure dashed NV
expectations, for the daughter whom the {
ia man had forgotten, was the sole object {
t my solicitude. But having proved {
he efficacy of close examination a great
many times, at once resolved to continue {
ny inquiries.
who administered upon the estate?' 1 I
egap. s
Il think it was his wife's brother re-
lied the old man, thoughtfully; but / |
m not certain
Where does he reside?' l continued. a
He lived then in New York, believe: j
ut am not certain of that either e
varied my questions in dozen differ v
mt ways, but failed to elicit any further
formation. r
From other sources | learned that Mr.. n
embrokes property had been sold years h
efore by the bro:her-in-Iaw alluded to: d
ut on what authority could not dis 1
over. for searched in vain for will or b
Iher evidence of legal procedure. S
CHAPTER II.
| have often wondered why I thought
much Of little Sallie Pembroke. She
AS only three years old when left t,
ome. l had no hope that she retained n
% IN her remembrance--she so young a
Id l SO long absent. Reason and expe- b
ence forbade the enjoyment of such il
inclusion. Ia
think now that it must have arisen 81
ON the pleasing remembrance of early
sociations. In the first three years Of eI
r. existence had held her in my arms. m
luled her in my carriage, tossed her on o
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