Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1866-09-22
UNITY, CAL, SEPTEMBER %, 1866. NO. 48

into MS mouth, ana castlnS fond look
at the pickle.
1 "Why, Harry, its will" exclaimed
the widow, after moments glance at
the paper. Something of great value.
You have heard of Squire Harding
haven't you ?"
81 believe I have, mother" he re-
turned.
"This paper belongs to him. How
lucky you four d it We must carry it
to him this blessed minute!'
And the widow hustled about and
donned shawl. furs and hood,
Harry, having made quite comfort
able meal, arose, and quickly put on
overcoat and cap to accompany his
mother.
When she had secured. the precious
document in her pocket, Mrs Randall
went out into the driving snow, while
Harry locked the door then they start
ed up street, almost at run. 73gI M
| After turning many corners and dodg-
ing countless passers-by, the widow
reached the Squire's mansion, which
was large splendid edi6ce, in one of
the most aristocratic streets of the great
city.
Ascending the marble steps, and
pulling the bell cord, servant came to
the door, and, when he had heard their
errand, politely invited them into the
hall. and went for his master.
Presently be returned, and Mrs. Ran
dali and Harry were asked into the H.
brary. When comfortably seated the
story of the will was told.
Mr.. Harding was a. founded. He had
lost it, he said, but despaired of ever
finding it again.
He had been to his lawyers the day
before, and had the will drawn up
After receiving it he put it into his
overcoat pocket, and soon after forgot
all about it.
On the morning that Harry found it,
he went to his Office, the will srill in his
pocket, and he supposed he lost it COM
ing home for his breakfast. He was
very glad that Master Harry had the
good fortune to recover it, and assured
the widow that she should lose nothing
by it.
And he kept his word, for when Mrs.
Randall returned to her humble dwell
ing, servant attended her, carrying
large basket filled with groceries sufic-
lent to last her whole week, with
careful using; and in the course of the
day boy came with note for Mrs.
Randall, and when she had opened it,
read:
"WEDNEsDAY, Jan. Is, 18-.
"REsPECTED MADAM do not think
| can ever fully repay you for the serv-
ice rendered me by your excellent son.
You will not think me presumptious
when | say that on Howard street have
a neat little tenement, which at present
is unoccupied and you will confer on
me favor if you will at once enter my
tenement, which I think will just suit
you, and make you delightful home.
1t is situated on pleasant street, the
neighbors are excellent, and, all things
combined together, l think that your
stay there will be pleasant and agreea-
BILE. The bearer of this note will show
you the place, and cartman will bring
your effects. l am not prompted by
any vain or false motives, but by the
deepest sense of gratitude and the
warmest interest in your sons welfare;
and believe me, madam sincerely yours,
JOHN HARDING"
After Mrs. Randall had perused the
note, she remained motionless for some
minutes. Her heart was filled with
gratitude for her benefactor, and to Him
who had thus blessed her.
Turning to the boy who had been
gazing indifferently up and down the
street while she was reading the note,
she said: S.
81 will go with you - "
John Harding is dead now, but his
memory is fondly cherished in the wild
ow's heart. And Harry, now happy
husband and father, blesses him and
attributes his start in life to the hour
when he found the will, for Mr.. Hard
ing took him into his store, where he
was soon promoted, and in course of
time, became member of the firm with
Miss Nelly Harding, the merchants
daughter, for his wife, his own through
life, death and eternity And when
John Harding died, he succeeded him
in the business, and is now one of the
most enterprising young merchants in
the city of B.
May God bless such men as John
Harding