The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1861-06-12

have left New York, for | could no!
find his name in the Directory, nor my
mothers Satisfied that | should get
all necessary information from Jack, |
determined to go to his house imme-
diately, and preparing myself with a
letter of misunderstanding that
Mr.. Sampson, an agent for mercan-
tile house in Canton, was about Wis
iting New York. I begged my broth.
or to pay him every attention Tt is
hardly necessary to say that Mr. Samp,
son was my "nom deguerre The
letter finished, I folded it in due form,
and putting it in my pocket, started
for the upper part Of the city. /
/ found Jacks house-over the stone
work Of the door was carved the "coat
of arms" of the gentleman of the
! family The crest-a dove pierced
by falcon--had my good father been
alive, would have been a cheese sup
ported by two red herring.
l conghed down hearty lau gh,
rang the bell a black fellow opened
the door. On'asking if Mr. Chand-
ler was at home, an answer was given
in the affirmative, and / was nshered
through a suite Of rooms into a well
furnished library, where, reclining in a
luxnri JUS arm chair, | found Jack
handsome Jack no longer-but lean,
withered and premature old man, with
all the foppish airs of boyhood cling
ing to him.
He arose at my entrance, and glanc-
ing over my letter, assured me of his
desire to make my visit to New York
al agreeable one asking many par
ticulars as to the health. prospects,
&c, all Of which | answered in the
most satisfac tory manner.
A smile Of relief passed over his
conntenance evidently he had dreaded
the subject. abruptly said
was requested to inquire Of the
welfare of Mr. Chandeliers mother,
sister, and his brother Peter
\ cold, hard look settled on his
face.
" Has Harry not heard of mothers
death ten years ago 2" said he
" Nor the widowhood of Mrs. Gle
land ?"
d" Ny heavens no sir !" / exclaim-
cd, hurt and angry at his harsh, cold
manner Of speaking Of those so dear
to me. He looked surprised, but |
went on" And Mr.. Peter Chand-
Ter -
ooh, well-quite well. Really a
q worthy man-no incumbrance to his
family. True, ! seldom see him-tied
to his ledger. capital book keeper
and still a bachelor.
Your sister, presume, resides
with you ?"
" No, SIR" was the curt answer.
" Mrs Cleland's place of residence
is unknown to me- hear rumor Of
her having joined her husbands rela
tons, South but my dear Sampson,
our walks in life were so different that
my wife could not tolerate their circle
of acquaintance, particularly after
her ungratefnl behaviour. Nor would
it have done to have drawn her fami-
Iy from their obscurity, making their
poverty but the more glaring.-
Would you believe it, my wife pro-
cured an EXTREMITY eligible situation
for Mrs. Cleland's eldest daughter, as
nursery governess to family going
abroad, and | offered her eighty dol
lars year for the maintenance of her
child, but both our offers were rejec-
ted with scorn. | washed my hands
of her and her affairs. But let US
talk of pleasanter things continued
he.
] felt ii Ike kicking him out of his
armchair, and fearful that my temper
should get the better of me, with the
best grace could assume / left the
room, and did not breathe freely until
in the open air, where | Ventured my
feelings 10 sundry calculations, which
drew the attention of the passers- by.
Some one touched me on the arm it
was the black fellow who had open
ed the door for me-
Sir, said he, MIS- Cleland lives
in Spring street, two doors from the
Bowery-a tenement house"
Thank you, my good fellow, ,
said I, giving him some money and !
turned toward the Bowery and soon
found the house where he said my
sister dwelt. Tears started into my
eyes as I thought over the past, and
my poor mothers pride in her little
Susan. crushed them hastily away,
and knocked ct the door. A little
girl, the image of my sister, opened
it.
Does Mrs. Cleland live here p
| I asked