Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1859-03-24
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dead MANS REVENGE.
HOW 1T WORKED AND HOW 1T ENDED.

CFA7TER IIT.-HOW THE REVENGE WORKED.
TRrE to bis promise, Richard Mallet never
. frered, by word or deed, with the arrange
! bots his child's guardians had made for her
5Ication.
4 few years went by, and the laboring
, MemaSOn had risen to be first workman in
masters employ. With bettered means
} nd good wages, Richard Mallet was able to
pit the neighborhood of Peck'S Court, and
: rt small house in the suburbs. Mrs. Nal
4 still washed and ironed, and cooked her
islands dinner, but her labOrS were aided by
4itte servant and the boys were sent to IA
ad school.
People said Richard Mallet was not the
} 20 be used to be- He had grown churlish
rh bis friends, naughty with his fellows, lost
8dd spirits and his pleasant smile, and on
seemed intent upon making his way up in
be world. But his wife and children could
hilO fault in him. In her heart of hearts,
1lnRah, perhaps knew that her husband was
g the same but she would have died sooner
-ll bFeathed an accusation against him.
And where was Jessie all this time?
In these few years, Jessie Mallet, the
''llOm crippled child, had grown into a
1aght well-formed girl, whose presence
Toud disgrace GO drawng-room OF slight
cure and delicate features, she still recalls
s pale-faced little child who used to hobbe
lOut her fathers house upon crutch bnt
iare is bloom upon her cheek, and health
nd energy 10 her movements now-a-days-
!. lder SkilIful treatment, and the healthy in
,lenCeS that have surrounded her of late, her
'trmity has gradually disappeared
1t Is an important day at the Canterbury
Sboo, when next we see her. 1t is Jessie's
i%venteenth birthday, and her school days
''e at an end. She has been writing a letter
lo her parents-those letters are the only
INKS between the old one and the new one
Richard has them ell, from the first childish
sHaEI, to the last wellpenned epiStle, safely
NEed up in an old desk-and Jessie sits
l1sGg of her father and mother with tears
DeF eyes. Why are they not here to-day !?
around the room are spread all the little
gus her companions have given ber-mere
'.leS Tor the most part. but pleasant tokens
'ae good will she had awakened there. and
lne coed name she leaves behind Every
9dy here remembers me, ard is kind" thinks
e@e 1t is only my own family who for
gt ne !"
well, Jessie has plenty of new friends now,
wv lot aught we know, may have learned to
!" without her parents love, since last We
.s' neF, There are many affections We count
Nolg, that six years absence would try :;
uu le'ter-wrltng, as we most of US know, is
WI poor bond, after all.
% perhaps JeSSie's love is of less ardent
'1cure than it used to be-
cue has not much time, however, for renec
,Yu Vn thIS or on any other score. There is q
,,... ,..u oI wheels on the gravel-path, and a
"a ,,'usg rolls up to the door 1t is Mr.. Hale,
be, r u Jesse guardians, who is come to take
owr I"! II"S! IRON school, and escort her to his
moo,in1. u "Ouse IN Hale Fields, where an archery
IIo,"s Ionn; iS 10 celebrate the day.
~ ,oS.o 0idS farewell to her companions of
,,r;os !sa'S; and, driving away in Mr.. Hale's
with a., s.. IOohS up at the schoJI-room windows,
an hmnI5 ,.luieu eyes and sees the old cathedral,
B,t La.'eu Lo. Dy her tears, for the last time.
3esr;o. Eyes frightened ere long. There is a
ana f. inuuence in sunshine, green fields,
ID inm.!, msol ar hard to resist and it was next
a1o "p2TSloIe Ts to be dull, seated by Mr.. Hale's
sT,r. 5., ne "ealthy-hop growers genial face
son5 Ma uld Jessie good. Such smile as his
sn,ia;a rI nave been small annuity to a young
b, I1,,.an' 1o-a as cheap and eficacious remedy
aW '9~ spirited patients.
3,,aa nsle we are" cried be, as the carriage
se N mo NO DIS gates at Hale Fields, "here we
, al ready, you see"