Daily Iowa State Democrat. [volume] (Davenport, Iowa) 1856-1859, 1859-02-19

but / didn't. A servant came out asoge
long, looking very smart and tidy; and
thinks /, TT ask him how Jessie is,
and what she is doing Of NOW but
when went up TO him, he stared at
me in an uppish sort of way. I'd ball
a mind to ring the bell, and go in, afte'
all; but every time / looked at my
dress and bundle. my heart failed me;
so / turned away at last. and came
back rs / went, without ever hearing
the sound of my BARNS voice. Per.
haps was a fool, and ought to have
gone in without fear or shame, A. an
honest man should; but the Lord
knows I'd rather have come back As
have, than seen her look ashamed Of
me, or brought blush to her cheek
l couldn't ha' borne that, Hannah!'
Richard Mallct's voice sank rs be
uttered these words, and his hand
trembled as he bent bis head over the
table. The spirit Of the man seemed
bruised and broken down.
For many days Richard Mallet re-
pented of the sacrifice he had made
and upbraided himself for ever having
allowed his child to be removed from
him.
Why did they ever premit this
unnatural separation to take place 2
the parents asked themselves.
"Jessie never would be theirs any
more now said the poor mother
They had better forget their own
BARN. BY the time she had finished
her schooling, she'd be no company
for such as them
Richard was the first to regain right
feeling on the subject.
Hannah said he one day, "we've
done our duty, and it's no use talking.
Jessie must be brought up as she
she should he, and you and me ought
TO be the last to stand in her way. ]
promised her trustees we'd be no him
drancc to em, and we amt going to
break our word
When Richard spoke thus he look
cd more cheerful, outwardly, than he
had done for many dsy.
Whatever fears and anxieties he
might hayc, they were henceforth to
be confined to his own breast.
CHAPTER ITI.-HOW THE REVENGE
ENDED.
True to his promise, Richard Mallet
never intcIferred, by word or deed,
with the arrangements his child's
guardians had made for her education.
A few years went by, and the la
boring stoncmason had risen to the
first workman in his masters employ.
With bettercd means and good wages
Richard Malet was able to quit the
neighborhood Of Peck's Court, and
rent small house in the suburbs
Mrs. Mallet still washed and ironed,
and cooked her husbands dinner, but
her labors we're aided by little SER
want, and tie boys were sent to good
school.
People said Richard Mallet was not
the man he used to oc. He had grown
churlish with his friends, naughty with
his fellows, lost his pleasant smile, and
only seemed intent upon making his
way up in the world. But his wife
and children could find no fault in him.
in her heart of hearts, Hannah per-
haps know that her husband was not
the same but she would have died
sooner than breathed an accusation
against him.
And where was Jessie all this time!
In these few years, Jessie Mallet,
the WHOM crippled child, has grown
into straight, well formed girl, whose
presence would disgrace no drawing
room. OF a slight t. ure and delicate
features, she still recalls the pale-faced
little child who used to hobble about
her fathers house upon crutch but
there is a bloom upon her cheek, and
health and energy in her movements
now-a-days. Under skillful treatment
and the healthy influence that have
surrounded her of late, her infirmity
has gradually disappeared.
1t is an important day at the Can
terbury school, when next we see her.
1t is Jessie seventeenth birthday and
her school-days are at end. She has
been writing letter to her parents
those letters are the only link between
the old life and the new one; Richard
has them all, from the first childish
scrawl, to the last well-penned epistle,
safely locked up IN an old desk-and
Jessie sits thinking Of her father and
mother with tears in her eyes. Why
are they not there to-day! Around
the room are spread all the gifts her
companions have given her-mere
trliles for the most part, but pleasant
tokens Of the good will she had awak.
ened there, and the good name she
leaves behind. Everybody here re-
members me, and is kind thinks
Jessie. 1T is only my own family
who forget me-
Well, Jessie has plenty of new
friends now, and, for aught we know
may have learned to do without her
parents love, since last we met her
There are many affections we count
strong, that six years absence would
try; and letter writing as we most of
us know, is but poor bond after all.
SO perhaps Jessie's love is of q less
ardent nature than it used to be.
She has not much time, however
for reflection on this or any other
source. There is sound Of wheels
on the gravel path, and carriage
rolls up to the door. 1t is Mr.. Hale,
one OF Jessie's guardians, who is come
! to take her away from school and 90.