, 1859-12-02
The Reggar--A True Tale.

One colo, Wlndy morning, the last Sunday in
December, 1s47, halfnaked man knocked tim.
idly at the basement door Of q fine substantial
mansion in the city Of Brooklyn. Though the
weather was bitter even for the season, he Young
man had no clothing but q pair Of ragged cloth
pants and the remains Of flannel shirt, which
exposed his muscular chest in many large rents.
But in spite Of bis tattered apparel and evident
fatigue, as be leaned upon the railing Of the base
ment stairs, critical observer could not fail to
notice q conscious air Of dignity, and the marked
traces Of cultivation in his pale, haggard coun-
tenance.
The door was speedily opened, and disclosed
comfortably furnished room, with its glowing
CRATE Of anthracite, before which was placed q
luxuriously furnished breakfast table. A fash
ionably attired young man, in brocade dressing
gown and velvet slippers, was reclining in soft
iauteaul busily reading the morning papers.
The beautiful young wife had fingered at The
table, giving to the servant in waiting her orders
for the household matters Of the day, when the
timid rap at the door attracted her attention.
She commanded it to be opened; but the young
master Of the mansion replied that Il was quite
useless-being no one but some thievish beg
gar; but the door was already opened, and the
sympathes Of Mrs haywood enlisted at once.
"Come in to the fire, cried the young wife,
impulsiVely, "befOre you perishi'
The mendicant, without exhibiting any sur
prise at such unusual treatment Of q street beg
gar, slowly entered the room, manifesting pain
full weakness at every step. On his entrance,
Mr.. haywood, with displeased air, gathered
up his papers and left the apartment The CON-
passionate lady unwisely placed the halffrozeE
man near the fire while she prepared bowl Of
fragrant coffee, which, with abundant food, was
placed before him. But noticing the abrupt de.
parture Of her husband, Mrs haywood, with Q
clouded countenance, left the room, whispering
to the servant to remain until the stranger should
leave. ,u .-s.
She then ran hastily up the richly mounted
staircase, and paused before the entrance Of .
small laboratory and medical library, and occu-
pied solely by her husband, who was . physician
and practical chemist She opened the door and
entered the room. Mr.. haywood was sitting at
q small table with his head resting on his hands,
apparently In deep thought fe
Edward" )" said the young wife, gently touch
ing his arm, "I fear l have displeased you; but
the man looked 70 wretched could not bear TO
drive him away" and her sweet voice trembled
as she ADDED" You know take the Sacrament
to-day"
"Dear Mary replied the really fond husband,
"I appreciate your motives know Il is pure
goodness Of heart which leads you to disobey
me, but still must insist upon my former com
mands-that no beggar shall ever be permitted
to enter the house It Is for your safety that
insist upon Il. How deeply you might be i'm
posed upon In my frequent absences from home,
shudder to think. The man that Is now below
may be burglar in disguise, and already in your
absence Is taking impressions in wax Of the dif-
ferent keyhoIes In the room, 30 as 70 enter some
night at his leisure. Your limited experience
Of city life makes Il difcult for you to credit 50
much depravity Il Is no charity 10 give to street
beggars; It only encourages vice, dearest"
at may be So" responded Mrs. haywood,
"but Il seems wicked not to relieve suffering
and want, even Il the person has behaved
badly, and we know Il But will promise
you not to invite another beggar into the
house"
At this moment the servant raped violently
at the door, crying out that the beggar was
Come, Edward, your skin can save him,
know" said the wife, fastening from the
room.
The doctor did not refuse this appeal to his
professional vanity, for he Immediately followed
her flying footsteps as she descended TO the base
ment. They found the mendicant lying pale
and unconscious upon the carpet, where be had
slipped, in his weakness, from the chair where
Mrs. haywood had seated him. .,.i.r
"He Is handsome fellow" muttered the doc.
tor, as he bent over him to ascertain the state Of
his pulse. s,,.
And well he might say so. The glossy locks
Of raven hair had fallen away from broad white
forehead; his closed eyelids were bordered BY
long raven Iashes, which looked like silk fringe on
his pale bronzed checks, while delicate aquiline
nose and square, massive chin displayed .
model Of manly beauty.
ais be deads" anxiOusly asked the young
wife. a.r et't az attF
"Oh, no, Il is only hinting ct, induced BY
the sudden change Of temperature, and perhaps
the first stage Of starvation" replied the doctor,
sympathizingly. He had forgotten for the mo-
ment his cold maxims Of prudence, and added.
"he must be carried to room without fire, and
placed in q comfortable bed" l. ..--.-.-.
The coachman was called In to assist In lifting
the athletic stranger, who was soon carried TO .
room In the chambers where the doctor admins
tered strong doses Of Port-wine sangaree. The
Young man soon became partly conscious, but
all conversation was forbade him, and he sank
quietly 10 sleep.
ale is doing well; let him rest as long as he
can; should he awake during our absence, give
him beef tea and tnast dd ibitUna," said the
doctor professionally, as he lcit the room.
In less than In hour afterwards DR.. haywood
and his lovely vile entered the gorgeous church
Of the most Holy Trinity.
Amid the hundreds Of fair danes that entered
It's bross portals, dressed with all the taste ard
magniflcence that abundant wealth could pro-
cure, not one riValed, in grace and beauty, the
orphan bride Of the rich physician. Her tall,
graceful figure was robed in velvet silk that
only heightened BY contrast her large azure eyes,
bright with the lustre Of youthful happiness;
vet there was q touch Of tender pity In their
dropping lids that won the confidence of every
beholder. The snowy ermine mAntillA, which
protected her from The piercing wind, FivAled
but could not surpass the delicate purity Of her
complexion. Many sdmiring eyes followed the
iaultless figure Of Mrs haywood, as she moved
with unconscious grace up the central aisle Of
the church, but none with more heartfelt devo-
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