The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1861-06-27
VIRTUE REWARDED.

"Alce, there is no use for you to deny
it, for there has been 70 one else in this
loom today, and left it on the dresser,
when | went out"
"Oh! no, indeed, ma, and I did not,
| only came into the room to dust 1t, and
did not see anything of il"
"Don t talk to me, I know you are
the thief. A pretty return you make US
for taking you from the streets and starv-
atiou, but then it is all we ought to ex-
pect when we cherish viper"
Il am innocent. Oh AN innocent" "
sJbbed Alice.
"You needn't tell me you arc inno-
cent. You shall have your choice, eth
er to return that brooch, or else pack up
your duds, and go back to the howell
where we found you"
The poor girl could only plead her in
nocence, but it was of no avail. She was
sent to her room in the attic, and in a
few moments more she had packed up
her scanty wardrobe, the whole Of which
was tied up in an old faded silk hand
kerchief; the street door was slam med
to after her, and the poor orphan felt
herself indeed alone in the world. What
to do or where to go she knew not
home and friends she had neue; they
were all resting beneath the green sod OF
the valley, and is it to be wondered at
that in that moment of mental suffering
her poor lonely heart longed,
"To sleep as still as they"
Seating herself ON the hard, cold
steps, (scarccly more cold and hard than
the hearts of the inmates of that lordly
mansion) she wept anew.
What is the matter, my little one? 2
These words fell like balm upon the
wounded heart. for they were words ot
kindness, and looking up she beheld {
tall, noble looking gentleman, regarding
her with beni ign countenance. lmpell
ed by that intuitive feeling which OTTER
informs us without our knowing why
that a friend is near, she repeated to hiu
her tale of woe, interrupted now and ther
by the great sobs that welled up from the
over charged fountains of her heart.
"And they have turned you out ii
this storm to perish 2"
ooh, sir, that | do not mind so much
for | can creep in somewhere, but it /:
the thought that they believe me guilty
that makes me feel SO bad"
Arthur Pemberton stood for few mo
ments gazing into those eyes, whose lus
tre. though dimmed by the binding tears
get shone with all the unmistakable evi
denees of truthfulness, and his plans were
soon formed. He was young man o
generous impulses, and as he had mor'
money than he well knew what to d
with, or how to enjoy, the wild projec
hastily entered his mind to adopt tn
poor orphan thus seemingly thrown ii
his path by Providence, that he nigh
obey His command to "protect the or
phan," which, owing to his abuudan
wealth." he was SO we'll able to do.
But as we have not yet described on
hero (Which is the fashion with stor,
Rriters) we will leave them standing OF
the steps of the Howard Mansion, Will
We give brief review of his past life.
Arthur Pemberton was young maj
of unmistakable genius. Bred in the la
of luxury, he had received an excellen
education, and had started on the stud
of law with many fattering prospects
An old bachelor uncle dying soon after
named him in his will as sole heir to hi
vast property, and cut short his lega
studies. He spent several years in for
elgn travel, and returned to this country