The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1872-01-19

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What should l have done but fol
you, Nettie? Died in pauper hos
pital."
"You should have sent for me be.
fore you were sick, Hattie. But il
will not be long now before you are
in my home"
'No, no! You are too kind.
must again live, Nettie, as I have
since father died"
"Sewing, freezing and starving
There 1 can do no more till the oys-
ters are done and the chicken is not,
so 1 will tell you my news" She
sat down beside the invalid's chair,
and continued.
"You know, Hattie, that whatever
was the quarrel between your father
and my grandfather, there was some
bitter enmity that was never recon
ciled. Your father left the city,
while I, an orphan, at three years of
lage, was adopted my our grandfath
Ter. When he died, nearly two years
ago, and left me all his wealth and
his splendid house, I did not even
know that he had another grand
child. My mothers sister, who
came to live with we when grand
father died, told me first Of the son
who had left his home in anger and
never returned, but knew nothing
further can never tell you the
happiness 1 felt when you sent me a
little note asking me to come to
you"
81 was dying of want, Nettie, or
Iphaned, alone and sick. l knew
from my father that l had a cousin
here, and l thought she would keep
me from starvation till could work.
l hoped for no more; bdt when you
came, you loaded me with luxurles,
watched beside me for weeks, gave
me the best physicians care, clothed
me warmly, add comforts to my mis-
cradle room, gave me new life! o,
Nettie! Heaven will reward you"
"Let me finish my story, Hattie
You and 1 are the only living reIa-
tives of our grandfather Hastings.
The enmity that existed between
your father and his father is buried
now in their grave. As soon as ]
knew you were here and in want, ]
went to my lawyer to right whal
was an injustice, and to have your
share, one half of our grandfather's
estate transferred to you"
Nettiep'
81 was informed that no such doc
ument could be signed or become
legal until I was of age, so l couh
only make you comfortable out o
my income, a liberal one, and wal
until to-day. 1 am twenty-one to-
day and have just put my name t,
the deed that makes you the join
of our grandfather. All }
ask of you is to come and share my
home, live with me and be my sister,
until some one with a nearer claim
carries you away. To morrow i
New Years Day. l shall carry you
home this afternoon, and you shall
sit in state in my reception, and b'
to all my friends. Hat
tie! Hattie! you must not cry so.
1t will make you ill again
But it was not in the power of the
invalid to check suddenly the tear
called forth by the emotion waken-
ed by her Cousins generous gift
Rich independent! loved! A life
of lonely toll thus suddenly remov
ed, and so delicately and affection
ately! She could only sob and ca
ress her cousin, till Nettie discovered
her oysters were cooked, her dinner
hot, and woke smiles again by her
caresses and jokes. Dinner
over, Nettie said:
"You have only heard half of my
news"
"Have you another fortune to give
away?"
Il am thinking" and the prettiesi
came upon the girls cheeks
ito give all mine away and myself
with it. Now that you are my sis
ter, Il must have no secrets from you,
so will tell you all about it. Lasi
evening 1 received a little note from
a gentleman who has visited me fre-
uuently; and with the note a ring
The note told me that somebody
loved me, and asked me to be some
bodv's wife. III consented I wa5
to wear the ring at my New Years
and, Hattie, it is on my
finger now," and she held up her
hand and displayed a superb solitaire
diamond upon an azure enamelled
setting.
"Then you love him?"
II hardly know. He is older than
am, but l find him a congenisl com
panion. 1 am sure of one thing
though, Hattie, that I honor and re-
spect him above all men,"
Love will come then"
al believe that or 1 would never
marry him. He is so good Hattie,
so noble and generous, There is no
great charity in the city that has not
his name upon the list Of subscri-
bers, and he talks so beautifully
about the poor, that it would bring
tears to your eyes to hear him. 1
am sure he does good secretly as
well as openly"
"That will suit you, NetUie."
81 belive," said Nettie," gravely,
1that large wealth is given to some
only that others may be benefited
also by its use. To hoard money is
a crime in my eyes, and 1 do try,
Hattie, to be faithful steward"
"You do not need to tell me that"
said Hattie, gratefully. "If your
husband shares you feelings, you
will win a prayer from many lips
that will not burden your heart when
you die
He does share my feelings, Hat
tie"
"But you have not told me his
name"
"Cecil Graham"
"Mr. Hartley's nephew" said
Hattie.
"Is he? The man you worked for?
yes"
GYOu know him tben?''