Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1871-02-02
NO. 90.
TwENTY-rIvE CENTS.

please, sir. will you bay my chest
nuts? ?" TesMsN yss W. my easSW
..Chestauts? Mo- returned Ralph
Moore, looking carelessly down on the up
turned face. whose large brown eyes, sha-
dowed by tangled curis offlaxen hair, were
appealing so pitifully to his own "What
do Il want with chestEurs? 7" N.Y. ~ ~
.'But, please, sir, buy 'ein," pleaded
the little one. reassured by the rough
kindness of his tone. "Nobody seems to
care for them. aud and y.
She fairly burst into tears. and Moore.
who had been on the point Of brashing
carelessly past her. stopped Sinstipctisely-
"Are you very much inwant Of the
money!" g...,. ..,s.s IN
Indeed, sir, we are" "'sobbed the child,
| mother sent me out, and"
'.Nay, little one. don't cry in such 8
hoart-broken way said Ralph. smooth
ing down her hair with careless gentle
ness. II don't want your chestnuts, but
here is quarter for you. If that will do
you any good"
He did not wait to hear the delighted,
incoherent thanks the child poured ont
through rainbow of smiles and tears, but
strobe ON his way, muttering between his
teeth:
THAT cut off my supply of cigars for
the next twenty -four hours. don't care.
though the brown-eycd object really did
cry as if she had mt a friend in the world.
| Hang it wish was rich enough to help
! every poor creature out of the slough OF
despond."a lsif -
While Ralph Moore was indulging ia
these very natural reflections, the dark
eyed little damsel whom he had comfort
ed was dashing down the street, withquick
elastic footsteps, utterly regardless Of the
basket of unsold mats that still dangied on
her arm. Down an obscure lane she dart
ed between tall and ruinous rows OF
houses, aud up a narrow wooden staircase.
to a room where pale, neat looking wo-
man. with large brown eyes like her own.
| was sewing as busily as if the breath Of
life depended upon every stitch, and two
little ones we're contentedly lying in the
sunshine that temporarily supplied the
place of fire. hAs.'' "
.Maryi back already? Surely yon
have not sold your cbesinuts so SOON"
s.Oh mother, mother, see !" calculated
TIE almost breathlcss child ''a gentle
man gave me a wholc quarter. Only think.
mother whole quarter'' y NV
If Ralph Moore could have only seen
the rapture which his ting gift diffused
around it in the poor widows poverty
stricken home. he would have urged still
less the temporary privation Of cigars to
which his generosity had subjected him.
-.
Years came and went. The little
chestnut girl passed as entirely ott OF
Ralph Moore's memory as il pleading
ewes had never touched the soft spot in
bis heart; bat Mary Lee never forget the
stranger who had given her the piece. y
silver. tasy y, q
The crimson window curtairs were
closely drawn to shut out the storm and
tempest of the bleak December night
the ire was glowing chcerily ia the well-
filled crate, and the, dinner table, in the
glitter with cut glass, rare china, and p1l-
ished silver, was oLly waiting for the pres.
ence of Mr.. Audley, sa 'HFa WE
'.What can it be thatit detains papa"
said Mrs. Audley, q fair, handsome ma
tron Of about thirty, as She glanced at the
dial of a tiny enameled watch. "Six
O'Clock, and he does not make his appear
ance" ,. M ts Hlt,a r.
There's man in tho study will him,
niarna--come ON business" said Robert
Audley,q pretty boy eleven years old.
who was reading blythe fire. ~ a.l9psa
'.I'll call him again." said Mrs Audley,
stepping to the door but az she opened
It the brilliant gass light fell on the face
Of an humble looking man, in worn aud
thread-bare garments, who was leaving
the house, while her husband stood in the
doorway of his study, apparently relieved
of his visitor.
"Cbarles." said Mrs. Audlcy. whose
cheek had paled and flushed, "whcI is that
man. and what does he want? me- lfse
..His name is Moore, | believe, and he
came TO see if / would bestow on him that
vacant messengership in the bank?.' \.
"And will your" Nm
II don't know. Mary. must think
about it," yl,M 43Nd iAe oNp1
Charles, give him the situation" 4
"Why, my love-"
"Becausc / ask it Of youas favor, and
you have said thousand tunes you would
not deny nue. anything" .sfAsg .ita
.'And l will keep, my word, Mary
said the loving husband, With an atcc-
tiopate kiss. am write the fellow a note
this very evening. / believe I've got his
address about ne somewhere.HA eMGg
An hour latcr,. when Bobbie, Frank.
and Eugenie were snugly tucked in bed.
in the SPACIOUS nursery, Mrs. 4Andley told
her husband why she wss 20 much inter
ested in the fate Of a man sha had not
seen Tor twenty years. .lA3f ,v.tiule,Fss'
"Thats, right, my little wife," replied
her Husband, folding her fondly 10 his
breast. when the simple tale was conclu-
ded: s'never forget one who WIS so kind
to you in the days when yeu needed kidd
,,oss most % n 49,
Ralph Moore was sitting in bis poor
lodgings beside his ailing wife's sick bed.
when. .liveried servant bronghta note
from the rich and prosf ferous hank d.
rector. Charles Audley. er
..Good news, Bertha :" he exclaimed.
as be read tLc brief words. I'VE shall
not starye. MIR. Audley promises me the
vacant situation"
-.You havcdropped something from the
note, Ralph, said Mrs. Moore, pointing 70
slip of paper on the floor. Az. Il
Moore stopped 70 recover the estray.
It was a fifty dollar bill, neatly folded in
piece of paper, on which was written:
s.In grateful remembrance of q silver
quarter that kind stranger bestowed on
a little chestnut girl over twenty years