Weekly Trinity journal., 1864-12-24
NUMBER 80.

row morning you must ask the newsmau to lend
you paper for five minutes, and we will look
over the advertisements.
.'Sister," said Ben Morrow under his breath
- is it very valuable? is it worth a hundred dol
lars ?'
% More than that, Ben-why? o.
''Oh Clara he sobbed burying his face in
her lap, - a hundred dollars would be SO nice
| wish it was wrong to keep it y
Clara did not answer-she only smoothed
down her little brothers tangled curls and he
never knew how hard it was for her to keep back
| her tears.
Mr.. Almayne was walking impatiently up and
down his long, glitterng suite of rooms in the
Christmas brightness of the next days noon
when his portly footman presented himself, like
a respectable, motionless statue in the doorway.
Well, Porter"
! "There's young person and little boy down
stairs, sir, about the advertisement.
Ct Ask them to walk in, Porter"
| Porter glanced obviously at the velvet chairs
and Wilton carpet
- They re very shabby and muddy, sir =
'Never mind show them in.
Porter departed, by no means pleased. and in
a minute or two threw open the door, and an
nounced:
THE young person ard the little boy -
"Be seated" said Mr.. Almayne, courteously.
- Can you give me any information in regard to
the ring have lost?
Ben Morrows sister was wrapped in worn
shawl, with thick, green veil over her face.
She held out the fur glove, and within it little
paper box, from which blazed the white fire of
the lost ring.
"My brother found it in the glove, last night,
sir, she said, in a low, timid voice " The mi
tials-A. M.-correspond with your advertise
ment, so we brought it at once to the street and
number specified"
Mr. Amayne opened his pocket book.
* have promised ii liberal reward, he said,
taking out fifty dollar bill. - Will this be suf
fcient ~
Clara Willis threw back her veil.
q We very poor, sir she said, {; but not
so poor as to take a reward for doing our duty.
Thank YOU, all the same. Come, Benny =
Henry Amanyne's check had grown very
white as he saw the golden braids and clear blue
eyes of his sweet first love beneath the faded
black bonnet.
" Clara - lie exclaimed, g Clara Willis ! is it
possible that you do not know me =
She turned ut this wild exclamation, and gazed
fxedly at him. with dawning recognition
{" Are you-can it be that you Henry AL
mayne % she faltcred, only half certain of the
correctness of her conjecture.
lie took both her hands tenderly and rever-
emily in his if she had been Duchess, the
action could not have been more full of courtly
respect.
. Clara-do not go yet" he said pleadingly.
- Let me unravel this strange enigma of our two
lives Oh, Clara if this Christmas Day has
indeed brought me the sunshine which never
yet irradiated my life, | shall bless it to my dy-
ing day y
The low sun famed redly the west, before Mr.
Amayne's carriage-the very one which Benny
had SO innocently admired the night before
was summoned to carry Clara and her brother,
for the last time, to their squaid home For
abo ha iptr
eartk, Clara married to the man wEo had
courted her under the green willows that over
hung the wood bridge, ten weary years ago 1t
was very short engagement-and yet il was Il
very long one
And little Benny Morrow, basking in the &c
fected sunshine of his sisters happiness: found
out what it was to be rich