The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1859-04-20
MISCELLANEOUS.
From Noah's Times.
Little Sallie Pembroke.
BY WILLIAM LINN TIDBALL.

1t was my intention, when L returned
to the United States, to spend the rest of
my days in the city of my nativity. But
as the hope Of finding little Sallie Penn
broke lay at the bottom. it was abandoned
Immediately on hearing Mr.. Whicher's
lament, or, as properly, his implied accu-
sation.
Having accumulated little fortune
enough if suitably invested, to support me
comfortably almost anywhere at once
determined to make New York my future
abode. 1 found desirable home at the
house of widow lady, who kept few
boarders, and spared no pains to insure
their comfort.
One morning-it was some months af-
ter my interview with Mr.. Whicher-I
was sitting alone in my room, thinking of
little Sallie Pembroke, who was never
long at one time out of my thoughts. 1t
occurred to me that l was in some meas.
ure to blame for her downfall-that if
had stayed at home and comfortcd my
parents, possibly l might have had her TO
comfort me, and been better and hap
pier man. And / felt that it was my
duty to do whatever was in my power for
her reclamation.
While these thoughts were passing
through my mind, heard gentle tap at
the door, which stood wide open, it being
midsummer. l gave it no heed, and it
was presently repeated little louder than
before and then, again, still louder, ac-
companied by the words, Il can't make
him hear"
"What is it, Fanny, I inquired, turn
ing to the disturber of my reverie, little
girl of six or seven years, the daughter Of
my landlady, and very great favorite Of
my OVID.
Mr.. Morgan" she replied, timidly,
mother sent me to ask if you would please
to write her letter to my schoolmistress,
for me to come home at two o'clock, and
60 to Jenny Blacks party"
"Yes. my dear, with pleasure" an.
swered.-" Shall / write what you have
said? p
40 no, no /" cried Fanny, quickly
Don't write about the party, but just il
she will dismiss me at two o'clock"
AHA I" 1 exclaimed, in a playful
manner, She would refuse, then, if she
knew the object"
Fl don't know" said Fanny, merrily ;
but we never give the reason"
! "No?" replied, She is great, ugly
cross old maid, and if you did"
"Oh, Mr.. Morgan how can you ?'
exclaimed Fanny. "She is the sweetest
little teacher in the city, and great deal
handsomer than that Miss Mitchell you
said was such beauty"
She is, eh ?" 1 continued in the same
strain. "Then | suppose must write
her pretty note ?"
Indeed you must" said Fanny, fol
1 should be sorry to have it badly writ.
ten."
What is her name?" 1 inquired
holding my pen above the spot where il
was to be written.
Miss Pembroke"
At the mention of this name, it seemed
as if my heart would leap from my breast
The pen fell from my hand, and l sunk
back into my chair, overwhelmed with
emotions such as l can neither name mol
describe.
40, patience exclaimed Fanny, in .
tone of vexation, "what have you done
Just look at that blot" But, lifting hel
eyes, she became suddenly alarmed at th'
palor of my countenance, and burst int
tears. "You are sick, Mr.. Morgan,
will call mother"
mo, no, Fanny, darling" 1 replied
recovering my composure as well as
could. ~ have heart complaint, ant
| il affects me in this WAY sometimes