The dollar weekly bulletin. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1862-1864, 1862-09-18

| no ioi'o"iuS CuIiouS circumstance
from "Night at Mess" published in Black
woods Magazine.
Aout thirty years ago, Mr.. B., having a
that time newly commenced business il
Ednburg, was returning on horseback from
the city to cottage he had near Cram ond
1t was wild night in November; auC
though be usually took the seaside as tn
shortest way home, he resolved this eve
ming, on account of the increasing darkness
to keep on the high road. When he had
| proceeded about three miles from the town
and had come to the loneliest part of the
way, he was suddenly arrested by man
who sprang out of small copse at the road
side, and seized the bride of his horse.
MIR. b. was man of great calmness and
resolution and asked the man the rel son Of
his behavior, without betraving the smallest
symptoms of agitation. Not so with the
assaiant. He held the bridle in his hand
but Mr.. B., remarked that it trembled ex-
cessively. After remaining some time. as il
| irresolute what to do, and without utterina
a word, he let go his hold of the rein, and
said in trembling voice.
"Pass on, sir, pass on;'' and then he ad-
ded. thank heaven, l am yet free from
crime.''
Mr.. B. was struck with the manner and
appearance of the mar, and said, fear Won
are in distress-is there anything in which a
stranger can assist you?"
strangers may. perhaps" replied the
man in bitter tone, for nothing is to be
hoped from friends.''
You speak, l hope, under some mo-
mentary feeling of disappointment"
Pass on, pass on, he said, impatiently,
have no right to utter my complaints to
you. Go home AMI thank the Almighty
that a better spirit withheld me from nv
first intention when I heard you approach
or this might have been-he suddenly
paused.
Stranger. said Mr.. E., in tone of real
kindness, you say you have no right to ut
ter your complaints to me; have no right
to prv into your concern, but am interest
ed, confess. by your manner and appear
ance, and frankly make you an offer Of
any assistance | can bestow.
You know not, sir, replied the stranger,
the person to whom you make so generous
proposal-a wretched stained with vice.
degraded from the station he once held, and
on the eve of becoming a robber-ave, he
added, with shu dder. perhaps murderer.
/ care not. not |. your former crimes
sufficient for me that you repent them-tell
me wherein | can stand your friend?
For myself, | am careless, replied the
man; but there is one who looks to me with
eyes of quiet and still unchanged affection,
though she knows that | have brought her
from home of comfort to share the fate Of
an outcast and begsar; [ wish for her sake,
to become once more respectable to leave a
country where l am known, and to gain
character, station and wealth. to all which
she is justly entitled in a foreign land; but
I he, or chi in bo I
paused, aud Mr.. b. though he saw him
weep. He drew out his pocket-book and
unfolled bank bill; he put it into the
m ans hand and said. Here is what hope
will ease you from your present d fficulties
it is note for hundred pounds.
The man started as he received the paper
and said in a low subdued tone. | will not
attempt to thank you sir. May I ask your
name and address? Mr.. B. gave him what
he required.
Farewell sir, said the stranger.
Saying these words, h e bounded over the
hedge and disappeared. Mr.. B. rode home,
wondering at the occurance; and he has Of
ten said since, that he never derived so
much pleasure from a hundred pounds in
his life. He related the adventure to sew
eral of his friends; but as they were not all
with the same generosity of spirit
his sim plicity and in the course of few
years an increasing and very prosperous bu-
siness drove the transaction almost entirely
from his mind. One day however, twelve
years after the adventure. he was sitting
with few friends after dinner, when a note |
was put into his hands, and the person that
brought it had also brought ho5Shead of
claret as a present. He opened the note.
and found It to contain an order for a hun
1red pounds with interest up to that time.
accom- panied with the strongest expressions /
Of gratitude for the service done to the wri-
ter long ago. 1t had no date but .
him that be was repected |
md that he was admitted partner of one (
IF the first mercantile houses in the city .
where he lived. Every year the same
present of hogshead Of claret was contin-
1ed always accompanied with letter.
Mr.. B., Strange to say. made no great effort
20 discover his correspondent. At last he .
lied, and the secret of who tho mysterious
correspondent night be, seemed in a fair
way of dying with him. But my story is
not vet DONE When the funeral of Mr.. B.
had reached the Grey frier's church yard.
the procession was Joined by gentleman who
,ot out of very elegant carriage at the
door of the church. He was tall hand
some man, about forty-fve years of age,
dressed in :he deepest mourning. There
was no arm orial bearing on the panel OF
his carriage, for took the trouble TO exam
inc them very particularly myself. He was
totally unknown to all the family: and after
the cerimony, during which he appeared to
be greatly affected, he went to the chief
and said, 1 hope, sir. you will ex-
cuse the intrusion of stranger, but could
not refrain from paying the last tribute OF
respect to an gentleman, who was at one
tim more my 6enefactor than any person
living.
Saying this, he bowed. slept quietly into
his carriage, and DISAPPEARED. Now, this. l
have no doubt in my mind, was the ipdivid-