Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1865-08-03

was said the plcasantest and kindest expires
sion that ever frightened human face; bu
ere be could stammer out his thanks, the
gentleman was gone.
The boy started home with light and
joyous heart, stopping TO purchase the cher
ished morsel Of fruit and cake on his way.
The gentleman walked leisurcly up Broad
way. Seeing in hook store the title of Q
newly published book that he desired tc
read, his footsteps involubtarily turned in
that direction, but in an instant he went on,
buttonng up his pockets and murmuring to
himself with a smile Cant afford il; one
luxury day ought to be enough" There
was vast difference between man and
child in their capacities for enjoyment, but
both we're happy that night. The supper
was a joyful ceremony in the garret room
that evening. The grapes pleased Katy's
appetite to charm, and the story OF the
dollar was listened to with interest.
II wish could see the kind gentleman, +"
said the child earnestly; II would give him
my beautiful rose, if he liked flowers"
She looked strangely beautiful that night,
! her head resting upon her brothers shoul-
der, while Jamie fed her with the juicy ber-
ries, one by one, az a bird might feed her
young.
"Why, how bright the color in your
cheeks I" cried jamie. IL believe You have
been stealing the red shadows from our ia.
voritc rose. Mother, am sure Katy will
get well.
The next morning, while yet the golden
spear of sunrise was in rest among the pur-
pie hills, Katy died.
Tho - L.
upon Katy headstone; the violets of twen
ty years had blossomed over her grave, and
it was glorious summer day, whose light
streamed along the busy thoroughfare, and
shone on the magnificent marble erection
devoted to the extensive operations of the
celebrated Bank of X.
A splendid carriage cushioned with vel;
vet. and glittering in the sunshine, was
drawn up opposite the door, waiting TO take
the great banker to his palatial home.
The spirited horses, foaming and pran-
cling. could hardly be curbed, and the driver
locked wonderingly toward the door, and
marvelled why his usually punctual master
did not come.
MIR. Arnet stood in little Office opening
from the main bank, where the long row of
clerks were bending over their desks. He
was looking over little pocket-boek which
he always carried about him, for some note
or bill, and as he turned its pages, bit of
folded paper dropped out.
The banker opened it, and although twen-
ty years had deadened the first edge Of his
sorrow, the tears rushed to his eyes as they
fell on the contents. A pencil sketch, rude
and unfinished, of meek Drowned child
lock of soft brown hair.and that perfume
dust OF a crmsOnros those were dearer 10
the banker than his vaults of yellow gold
As he looked at them, tremulous voice
fron without arrested his ear.
IL would be glad if you would buy, gen.
t,emen, for my need is very great. | have
a sfCkly daughter at home who must be fed"
BE off about your business" was the
sharp rejoinder. Il won't let you in. Don't
you sec you are rot wanted here p
THE voice seemed to strike a responsive
chord in the rich mans heart; surely be had
heard its mild tones before. He partially
opened the door and called out s.ernly: .
"Mr. Walters, show the gentleman in, if
you please
The abasbed clerk obeyed, but not with
out surprise, and the old man, with his
heavy basket of strawberries, came lIumbly
into the private room of the great bal Ser.
''Will you take chair: sr2" politely in
quired Mr.. Arnet, at the same time moving
forward luxurious .tduteuH
The, old man, taking off his hat, said:
"Sir, L fear | intrude on your valuable
time. fyou would buy some of my fruit
necessity, you know is strong, and power
ty is extreme. l was not always in such a
position"
Mr.. Arnet watched the proud turn of
that grey head with singular smile; then
sitting down to his desk, he wrote check
and handed it across the table.
"One thousand dollars |" faltered the old
man as he read, turning red and white in
breath, He held it toward the banker.
Sir, | had hoped you were too much OF
gentleman to make sport Of age and dis
tress. Is there anything to jest about in my
want?',
mot at all, sir. You spoke of sickly
daughter. | have o cottage vacant just out,
side the city, with fountain, grounds and
observatory. If you and your daughter
will occupy it, rent free, l shall be very
glad to have you take care of it for me. y
The old man stood white and breathless
as if in dream. In an instant his hand
was taken in the clasp of the great banker.
My friend, my benefactor, yeu have for
stronger than yours Is it possible you have
The old man shook his head.
Yes, it is folly to expect it when am
so changed. Listen, sill" he resumed with
a bright, earnest smile, "have you any re.
collection of forlorn boy, on a crowded
pier, whose little all was scattered by rude
blowp Have you forgotten his distress p
Have you forgotten that kind stranger
stopped to comfort him, not only by money,
but by kind and cheering words?"
us it possible2" stammered the old man.
Eyes, it is possible. am that forlorn
boy. Your money, which that night suppli
cd the wants of dying sister with luxuries
and pleasures, proved the stepping stone
to my princely wealth. Sir, was rag.
ged, friendless boy, but my heart treasured
up your kind words and priceless jewels,
and now the time has come when may, in
some measure, repay them with interest" "
The cid man moved his pale lips as though
he would speak; the banker resumed in
stantly:
II am alone in the world; my mother is
dead, and my little sister, whose last words
were of yeur kindness, has gone, years ago,
to her eternal nome. owe everything to
you, and now have favor to ask"
'Tbat you will henceforth allow me to
provide for you, and consider me as your
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