The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-12-13
"Eh, how" asked old Noah, now
turning in his chair.

| "eI you, balu Walter, with spas
modic effort. "I had some long entries
to post this evening, SO remained in
the counting room after the rest had
gone. ! was still at work when Mr. Os-
good came in and placed some papers on
my desk, saying, as he did so, "Here,
Walter, these are yours" And then he
went out When L had finished my
work, opened the papers. The first
was sort of inventory of what Osgood
had owned In the business, and footed up,
IN round numbers, forty-nine thousand,
eight hundred and seventy-iive dollars
Ihe next paper deed conveying the
whole vast property to me, and me a
partner In the concern upon an equal
footing with the other two"
" Well, B." said the old man, humping
his foot upon the floor, and keeping time
with his hands, &" don't see any thing
very bad in that"
But do" replied Walter. at is
cruel to trifo with me thus"
There was something in Noah's eve
again, but he managed to get it out, and
he spoke thus:
Walter Adams, when young men
used to hover about my child, believed
they were after my money, and | thought
the same Of you. ] knew of nothing but
this love of money, that could underlie
human action. My heart had become
hardened by it, and my soul darkonod.- -
But it was for my child to pour the warmth
and light into my bosom 1t was for her
to keep before me the image of the gen
tie wife whom | had loved and lost, but
alas who occupied place in that love
second to my gold. 1t was for my child
to open gradually, but surely the fount of
feeling which had been for lifetime
closed up. [ heard her pray for me
pray that she might love me that she
might have help from God to love me,
and that was after | had refused to let
her be your wife. | saw her grow pale
and sorrowful, and knew [ had done it
and she loved me still Still she prayed
to God to help her-help her what p
Help her love her father 1 was killing
her, and she tried 70 smile upon me-
One evening heard you both conversing
In the old hut. My child chose misery
and duty to her father, rather than break
that duty in a union with a man she
loved. And you uttered a prayer. You
prayed that [ might be penniless. Stop!
hear me through You would then
show your disinterestedness. walked
away and pondered. Could it be that |
had found man who would love an old
wreck like myself, with no money? If
it were so, then that would break the
layer of crust from my soul l deter
mined to to test you. l had gained
glimmering of light-my heart had be-
gun to grow warm-and l prayed fre-
quently that I might not be disap-
pointed.
" | went to the bank and drew out fifty
thousand dollars in bills. That night my
miserable old hut was set on fire-or-a
caught fire. shall always think twas
my candle did it, But the old shell
burnt down, and room was made for a
better building. came out with the
wrong trunk, and the other was burnt up.
But the money wasn't in il. No, no. L
had that stuffed into my bosom, and deep
pockets and all buttoned up, and the
next day carried it back to the bank,
and had it put with few thousand more
which had not disturbed And so my
experiment commenced, and found the
full sunshine at last. Aye, Walter, l
found you the noble true man l had
prayed for You took me into your home
and love dine when you thought me penni-
less, and took my child to your bosom for
just what God had made her, And now,
My boy, I've paid Mr.. Osgood fifty thou
sand dollars cash for his share in the
business, and it is all yours. Aud let
me tell you one thing, my boy, if your
partners can raise fifty thousand dollars
more to invest, just tell 'em you can put
in five and twenty thousand more at
twelve hours notice Tell 'em old Noah
amt quite ashore yet. Tell 'em he has
found heart my boy Come here
Agnes, come here, Walter, God bless
you as you have blessed me,
Nobody pretended that they had notes
in their eyes now, for the occasion of the