The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1859-04-20

Taking up my pen again, continued;
"Wbat is your teachers first name ?"
"I don't know" she replied, Z" Mother
don't know. 1t will do if you write it
Miss Pembroke
And SO it was written but my hand
trembled, and the penmanship, I remem-
ber, bore very noteworthy resemblance
to the signature of the old Quaker paral-
ytic of independence memory, the good
Stephen Hopkins.
| CHAPTER ".
AT first | concluded that Miss Penn
broke, the teacher, must be little Sallie,
the playmate of my infancy so strong
was my desire to discover the latter on the
one hand, and on the other to find her the
occupant of such a respectable position.
But afterwards, when 1 came to reflect
upon what Mr.. Whicher had said, 1 re-
gardec their identity as next to impossible;
for if her disgrace was greater than
could imagine, as he asserted, she had sunk
far beneath the reach of reclamation.
1 was on the point of dismissing the
subject from my thoughts, when it oc-
CURED to me that Mr.. Whicher might
have been actuated by some sinister mo-
tive. 1 thought of the savage look he
gave me when | made known the object
OF my visit, and of the shudder which the
name of Pembroke occasioned. But. in
opposition to these, l called to mind his
subsequent behavior, which had every ap-
pearance of genuine distress.
At length having concluded that the
teacher and playmate were not the same
or that Mr.. Whchcr was a vilainous old
hypocrite, resolved to call on Miss Penn
broke and settle my uncertainty. Ac.
cordingy, the next evening walked over
to her residence. with little Fanny to boar
me company and insure an interview, and
was politely and kindly received.
My remembrance Of little Sallie having
the vague indistinctness of dream l
could not determine whether there was
any resemblance between her and the
teacher but, from the moment 1 beheld
the latter, I wished in my heart they
might prove the same, for she was beauti.
! full.
Miss Pembroke" began under some
embarrassment, q" l trust you will pardon
the curiosity that induces my visit, when
l assure you that it is entirely free from
impertinence."
81 can readily believe you, SIR" she
replied in such manner as put me at
ease, " since find you in the company of
little Fanny, in whose intuitive judgment
l have great confidence"
81 once knew family of your name,"
continued, "of which l thought YOU
might be member"
"Then it must have been great while
ago." she answered, thoughtfully.
Indeed, it was 30 long ago." I replied
that it seems impossible one so youthful
in appearance can have seen so much time.
1t is nearly twenty years"
l am twenty-three," she replied, with
frankness I admired.
"Little Sallie's age, thought but
proceeded, cautiously. "The family to
which l allude lived in the city of Bath"
Bath is the place of my BIRTH" she
said, in the same manner.
"The head of that family" ! continued
with mingling of hope and fear, "was
Samuel Pembroke"
"He was my father" she answered, but
so much affected that her words we're
scarcely audible.
"And you are little Sallie [" l cried,
in joyful manner.
Il am = she replied, looking up through
her tears with surprise. "But it is a
long while since have been so called :,
though 1 am still, as you see, but very
little body, with all my years."
"Of course you do not remember me ~
l said, drawing myself up that 1 might
appear to the best advantage.
She glanced at me, then at my card,
which she had in her hand, and shook her
head negatively.
"Did you never hear of little Willie
Morgan ?" l inquired.
80, yes!" she answered, quickly, with
blush. 81 have heard mother Flint,
my good old nurse, say that he used to be
my playmate, when l lived in Bath but
l was too young to remember"
81 am little Willie Morgan" l re-
marked, timorously, for / was not certain
how she would receive the announcement.
A smile played upon her lips and
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