Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1861-10-04

ME to feel that he was a true and apprceia.
sigc friend.
Gradually the talk rcccdcd from the sad
topic of the chamber Of death 10 more zen.
cfal subjecis-to such thoughts as we find
written in books, and such conclusions as We
reach in long mcdi'atiops, and careful ana
alyzing. la this, hor visitor was struck
with the clearncss AMI strength of thought
Of the hubble girl at his side And she
found herself reused end quickcned by tho
outdrawing inhuerce of a superior but con-
genial mind,
Theuce the conversation was brought gent
" to personal affairs, when, ~ length a
! point was gained, at which Nj. Brewer ven-
,, tusod to ask :
"IIayc you no other friend but this 2"
"Noae in all the world except, perhaps
a brother"
Mr.. Brewer cotdd scarcely ask further
question. Breaking the silcn,c, Jennicf
said
"Nly young brother, Robert left us three
years ago-he was only fifteen thcn--in the
rush to California thinking that though
only a boy, he might bring back s,ll enosiyh
to make his father comfortable fr life. We
heard of his arrival, and a promising begin
ming, but nothing since Two ye,rs ago we
came TO live at tbs end Of the city, ami
possibly at that time he changed his loca-
ton. At any rate his letters never reached
u.s. nor have ours reached him. The otlier
day when father came home, he had re-
ceived tidings from him. for hc said so lust
as he was dying but the news it,elf d'eG
on his lips, ard have no clue whatever to-
I ifc .ntt, sl....i u Il.
boy, sir-the bravest and b-st boy 1 ever
knew"
just here the tears would start, and .
long silence followed.
Mr. Brewer had brought purse with
little gold in II, thinking to slip it into tho
hand of the little girl whose trials had so
touched his sympathy but, when he ito
go, the act seemed impossible he did not
dare to do it; be could only ask, with the
deepest respect:
'sCan be of any service to you ?"
81 thank you very much for your caii,,A
Mr. Brewer--very much, There is only
one thing you can do Tor me-empoy me,s il
my work please you.n
No need to follow the plain board coffflf
rough casket for such father-to its
place among the silent poor in the great
cemetery. If the faded shawl clung close
to the poor girls form, chilled by the au-
tumn wind, dropping tears upon the tu:f
alone by the poor mans grave, under it at
as warm daughters heart, and lived as
rich a woman's nature, as ever moved CAV
and proud in choicer and happier scenes
Jennie would not and coui not leave the
dear old room, hallowei now by the memo-
ny of sainted father She lived there
alone, There was no objection to it now,
for only young and elias ic tread walked the
creakings in the long flight of old stairs.
The bright faced boy came and went every
day with bundle. The work was, very
nice, and the pay was SO much better as to-
give new chintz Of a deep brown with a
tiny white figure. Mr.. Brewer came occa-
sonaly. He slid quietly into the place Of
a friend, brought books for Jennie to read,
and then discussed their contents with her.,
There were many points upon which they
differed. Both liked very we'll to differ
for Jennie found pleasure in arousing his
deep, earnest strength of expression, aud he
was never weary OF awaking that fash Of
her large brown eyes, and easy dignity Of
talk which served to distinguish her from
all other Of his friends.
Alr. Brewers calls were not freqncrs, but
they never failed during the many months.
in which she sat and sewed in the humble
lttie-room.
Alas for the struggling, tossed. brave and
weary girl! These visits, SO comforting 1t
lrst, were coming to be source of pain--in
act, and especially in prospect.
lie came and went as kind, disinterestea
riend. always consideratc and appreciative,,
'ut always self-poised Knowing and trust
ng him as a true friend, she yet knew moth.
ne OF the man but what she saw in her own
lome. He never talked Of himself. The
ad who came and went with the bundles
lad once or twice spoken of father" in
manner which convinced her that Mr.. Brew
If was husband, and this his son. That
vas all but it was decisive. And yet, tho :
ettled on this from the FIRST, as time wore on
he companionship and sympathy of her one
isitor grew into a need, and then necessi-
y. No reasonings, no willful checkings, no
even, could stay the growth
that giant presence by which at last she,
1as covered and overpowerd. La vain Jen-
lie flashed indignation on herself that she
lould love the loved OF another womans
eart-a husband and father In vain she,
ept, and struggled, and prayed. The chains
rev tighter, holding her to misery to
hich all the sadness Of her life bore no,
,mparison.
The afternoon sun of a September Sab
,th wrapped in a checry light the dark and
a-washed hulfof an ocean steamer coming,
? the bay to the crowded pier.
AT the same moment Jeunie's friend tur1t
down dull, dark street, entered door,
ay, and assembled the creaking stairs. IL
as one Of the brick houses with their smok-
and smoking chimncys, before which lay
e always changing picture of the bay. To,
y, alter long discussion of the beauties
d blemishes, first of the Old Curiosity
lop," and then of DeQuincy's "Confes-s
,ns," with other and minor talk, Jennie
uched on the scenery of tle bay, with its
lite-wiDged butterflies. and the black beetle
at, an hour or two before, had been crawl
: up the harbor.
81 always think she said, "when look
upon the haFbors that perhaps some day
will bring my brother back to me; and then
shall not be alone, nor unhappy, or tired
Y more Oh If I could only kpnw vbetb-