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

Ny sudden entrance startled fe
male Who with her back turned to the
door, was washing some fine laces -
Her confusion was mom3ntary. With
tie grace Of well bred lady she re-
ouested me to be seated and looked
to her little daughte: for information.
"a gentleman TO see you, mother"
"From your brother, in China,
madam, said ].
The blood started to her forehead,
and as suddenly retreated, leaving her
deadly pale as she gasped ont.
Oh ! is he living ~
Living yes, yes" said /, " but he
is very poor He is coming on, but
his reception will be rather cool from
his rich brother, I am thinking"
Oh why am poor 2" said she,
bursting into tears "But / can give
him homeland | will be 50 happy.
I can work, and We will live together"
jumped mp and caught her hand,
and sobhed like baby.
You have q kind heart, sir ard
thank you for your sympathy"
Just then her daughter came home.
1t is Ellen" said Susan, "my ell
dest child She is working in a straw
factory, and gets good wages"
but, l fear Ellen, You are fatigued
to- day p
Oh, no, mother !" And she bow
ed courteously to me- Only little
hungry"
The little one that opened the door
for NE jumped up Immediately and
spread clean Cloth on tire table.
Susan requested me to stay and par
take Of their humble dinner, to which
| assented. A plate of mealy pota-
toes, bread and tea, were all; but to
me it was better than the most luXur-
ious dinner, fer ! ate in company with
those | loved.
Ellen was slight, dark eyed girl,
not beautiful, but intelligent and pleas
ing, and | was delighted with my in
tended heiress.
An hour soon passed Ellen had
returned to the factory, and drawing
my clair closer to my sister, I took
both her hands in mine, and looking
her steadily in the face said
" Susie, why did you not marry the
President ?" (For you see I could
not keep the cat iii The bag any
longer.)
Her first impulse had been to rise
up in anger. She looked me steadily
in the face and grew deadly pale
feared that she would faint, and
cried
" Susie, don't it is your brother
Harry"
1t was useless, there she lay in my
arms, helpless as child, and little
Mary crying.
cob mother, mother Yoa have
killed my mother !"
No snch thing said 1, as dash
ed q cap Of cold water in her face
By-and by all was right again. Susan
was satisfied that was her brother, l
told Of my whim Of wishing to re-
main unknown to Jack and his wife,
whom had not yet seen and told
Sue to get ready to move-asked
where I should find Peter. Sac told
mo he was a porter-nlanagin to
exist, and that was alone of those
unfortunate stepsons Of fortune with
whom nothing prospers, but honest
and respectable withal. Of course,
John dropped him. His wife could
scarcely tolerate her own husband, and
would have died with modification, if
Peter, in his coarse suit of clothes,
had dared to escort her as q sister.
was SILK of the fol de rol airs
his aping Of aristocracy-; and became
more anxious that ever to put dam
per on their conceit. / wished Susan
goodbye for while, and went towards
the business part Of the city. Who
should brush against me but tho iden-
tical man | was seeking recognized
him at once-calleG oIt.
Halloa, Peter stop can't you,
old boy p
laughed until the tears ran down
my cheeks at his look of establishment
At last he slowly calculated.
Are you Harry, or are you not p
"The veri, able one," said I.
Why it was pleasant this meeting
Peters heart was in the right place
We went into porter house, and
had cook talk together-settled all
our plans-then separated ; Peter to
give warning to his employer, and I
in search of dwelling. This was soon
found, and an upholsterer despatched
with unlimited orders to furnish it
My next step was to procure an equip
age and horse. A week was sufficient
to put my establishment in complete