Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1863-02-10
THE HIELAONAEgE'S DAUGU-
TER.

TER.
/ One fine morning, in the summer of
/ 1868 handsome, but poorly dressed boy
called at the door of a rich mansion in
L-square, in New York city, and offer
ed come baskets of strawberries for sale.
! Having disposed of the fruit, he was about
TO depart, when his attention was arrested
bS" the appearance Of beautiful girl, some
twel.,' wears old, who crossed the hall ne,
the tnor. She vas the only daughter of
the GEM, "ma, Of the house. The kind lcok
which she l. >stoH II on him struck chord
in his heart, un. i'll tina; moment, had never
vibrated.
She is very lo7ely = h. oxclai. ned, men
tally, but she is the daughter Of il great
nilhcnaire-she can be nothing to me-
i am yCuug,' he continued to himself -
Would couli make myself worthy Of
her ; and his thought, though it did not
ban sh the fe' ling, hushsd il.
A week passed, and the little boy again
stood. with pa pi;atiug heart, at the rich
mans door. His fruit was purchased as
before, and he received the monsy from the
white hand OF the fair being, whom. from
the moment Ire first saw her, he had dared
to love. She spoke kindly to him and babe
him ccil again
lie did cot forget the order. lie called
again, but the season was advancing, and
the fruit had become a scarcity.
4 shalt not be able to bring you any
M re, he said one morning. i am sorry,
for it was great pleasure for me to call
here, but we may NEE hereafter.
The young heart that futtered in tho
bosom Of that young girl was touched at
the musical though somewhat melancholy
tone in which this was uttered, aud she
,midly replied that she would remember
bin.
We shall meet again Miss. when, /
promise yLu shall rot be ashemed t. ac-
knowledge the acquaintance of the poor
strawberry hoy.
Three years elapsed. The tide Of srecu
latiOn which was then swelling in our cruu.
try had not reached the food and the man Of
wealth, with his beautiful daughter, rolled
in his elegant carriage on their way t.
Trinity Church Charllttie was lust
sweet sixteen" and the bud was chang
ing to the open rose. She was fair in
deed
The service had endced-the magnif-
cent carriage stood at the church doOr; the
elegantly caparisoned horses pawed the
ground uneasily, liveried f0otman held
the door, and the wealthy merchant hand
ed his daughter to the coach, amid the low
| obeisance of hor gay admirers.
Why does she not observe the homage of
her thousand butterfly admirers?
a young but plainly dressed stranger
stands quietly at the side Of the church
d jor, and her gaze for a moment is rivited
Oh his TEXTURES.
Who can it be? No, she cannot romem-
Der.
The carriage rolls slowly toward tie
stately mansion of the man Of wealth, and
the tather discovers an uncommon quiet
ness 10 his daughters demeanor.
My dear Charlotte, are you iIl?'
No. father, mo- am very well >
They arrived at the door-the stranger
was there. They alight-he extends very
slight but respectable bow to the heiress,
and moves on.
A blush tinges that bright cheek-she
recognizes him. Charlotte retires to her
chamber; she was unhappy-but esureIy
the stranger was nothing to her. or she to
him.
Time rolled OF. It was the coolest night
Of the uncommon cold winter Of 1885, and
the memorable 10th of December. A fire
had broken out in the evenin~ II In or
-. s,reers OF the business part of the
great commercial metropolis, 1t ragged vi
Olenty, and at early morning on the sue
ceeding day great portion Of the city lay
in ashes.
The millionaire was comparatively a
beggar; his furniture was sacrificed, his
mansion disposed Of, his splendid horses
| and carriage passed into other hands, and
even Jesse, Chsrlotte's coal black favorite,
was doomed to pass from them under the
| hammer.
Poor Jesse y sighed his mistress. Il
hope he may fall into good hands,
But nobody wanted Jesse, and he was
! finally purchased and thrown away on O
stranger.
Who did you say was the purchaser p
inquired Charlotte of her father.
"A Mr.. Manly, think said her ia
Their.
Another year had fed. Misfortune had
! followed in rapid succession, and the rpvo-
luton OF 1887 mad finally reduced our man
Of wealth to bankruptcy. The following
advertisement appeared in the paper of the
day.
will be sold at auction, on Wednesday
next, on the premises, the right ofredemp-
ton to that beautiful cottage, with about an
acre of land adjoining laid on. in garden
we'll stocked with fruit trees and srubbery,
situated on the south side Of Staten Island,
and mortgaged to John Jacob Astor for the
sum Of ten thousand aud three dollars, &c.
Sale positive-title Acknowledgements
sion to be given neutrality-suspicious.
cash.
The rich man, that was, in vain appeal
ed to his sunshine friends for aid. They
must have security-the tim,s were hard
people sometimes would live too fast-it
wasn't their iauit-very sorry, but could
not help him.
From bad to w0rse he succeeded and
now, reduced to the last extremity, he had
retired his beautiful retreat, with the
hope that rigid economy and fresh appliea.
ton to his mercantile aiEaira would retrieve
his rapidly sinking fortune. But his star
was descending, he bad no security to offer,
| and the cottage was sold.