The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1859-07-30

| y he had heard iss mild tones before
He partially opened the door and called
eout sternly: sA a4a af#
"Mr. Waters, .show. the gentleman in,
if you please > @@4
The abashed clerk ebcycd, not without
surprise. and the bowsd old man, with
his heavy basket of strawberries, came
hubby. into the private room Of the
banker.e
J" win you take chair T. politely in,
quired Mr. Arnet, moving forward lux.
urious faa,enil 90
The old man took oE bis hat apo!oges.
ically.
"sir, I fear that I intrude upon Jour
valuable time II sou would buy SOME
Of my fruit-necossity, you know, -
strong, and my poverty i extreme. /
was not always in such position =
Mr.. Arnet watched the proud turn Of
the grey head with adnguisr smile !; and
sitting down to his desk he wrote of =
check aud handed i across the table.
"One thousand dollars Y faItercd the
old man, as he rca1, turning red and
white in a breath. He held it toward
the banker. a.
"Sir, hoped sou were tco 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
w daughter. | have q 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 mute aud breath
less, rs If in 4 dream. In an Instant his
hand was taken in the clasp Of the great
banker. s -
"My friend, my bcnefactor !! you have
forgotten me, but my youthful memory
is stronger than yours. Is it possible
that you have no remembrance of me Z"
The old man shook his head.
"iet it is folly to expect it when I
so changed. Listen, SIR he resumed,
with bright earnest smile; shave you
any recollection Of forlorn boy On a
crowded pier, whose little all was scat.
tered by a rude blow? Have you for.
gotten his distress? Have you forgot
ten that kind stranger stopped to con-
fort him, not only by money, but by
cheering words p
"Is it possible ?" stammcred the old
man.
Yes, it is possible sm that forlorn
boy. Your money which that night sup.
piled my dying sister with Injuries and
pleasures, proved the stepping stone to
my princely wealth. Sir, was ragged,
friendlcss boy, but my heart treasured
up your kind words as princcly jewels !:
and now the time has come when may,
in some measure, repay with interest"
Il am alone in the world my mother
is dead, and my little sister, whose last
words were of your kindness, has gone,
years ago, to her eternal home. l owe
everything to you; and now have a
favor to ask
"A faycr, and Of me
"Thut you will hcnceforth nllow me to
provide for YOU. aud consider me as your
sou. My carriage is at the door, aud
will take you whcrcsoever you wish to
90. But 4 moment, first ?"
He took tiny volume from his
breast, bound in faded velvet, with clasp
iugs Of tarnished gold.
This book was my dead sisters BIZ
bic; it lay on her pillow when she died,
and since that hour it has been my con-
stant companion. There is a passage
here that has ever been present to my
mind since your kind decd gave hope
and courage to my life
He opened the volume, and, through
n soft mis-. of grateful tears, the Old man
read the scripture
Cast hy bread upon he ,0aters; for
thou shalt find 1t after many days"