The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1875-02-19

famous ana nOnOrcu AaWTCuc0 DrOIuGTe
and commenced business with stock
in trade no larger than many peddler-
little thread-and-needle store, in an
obscure portion of the city.
"Honor and shame from condition rise."
The widow had cleared away the tea
table and was seated in her rocking
chair quietly knitting.
"Never mind, Rensselaer, never
mind for the tea, said she, looking mp
affectionately to her son. "God has
sent us a better beverage clear,
healthy, pure water, gushing from the
hillside spring. He will provide for
us, if We trust him."
"You are right, dear mother and
freely confess to you that have had
bitter, revengeful feelings, for the
hasty words of Squire Nuhil angered
and annoyed me. But mother, God is
over all. I have youth, am rich in
health and hopes, and shall succeed
and yet triumph over all my enemies r.
His noble form dilated, his dark
eyes flashed as he emphatically uttered
his heart feelings, and, turning with his
mother, passed into the cottage, where
they engaged in their evening devo-
tions, as was their nightly custom ere
they retired to rest; and as they sang,
in conclusion, time-honore3 cold
Dundee" the sweet, tremulous tones of
the widow blended with the rich, manly
voice of the son, and every word of the
good old psalm sank deep into Rens-
salear's heart.
"Let not despair, nor fell revenge,
Be to my bosom known;
o give me- tears for others woes,
And patience for my own7"
Ten years had passed away, and the
little weather-stained cottage in the
shadow of Kirby Mountain was silent
and deserted. The good widow Slept
her long sleep in corner of the village
church-yard, and her boy bad left bis
native town and sought the city, the
distant city of Boston, where, carrying
with him the same frugal habits, the
same integrity and honesty. he entered
into business and succeeded. Succeed
ed even beyond his most ardent,
youthful expectations. In N elegant
mansion in the lovely suburbs of B,
he lived, surrounded by an interest
ing and happy family, and honored
and esteemed by all around him.
In his splendid and capacious abode,
all was beauty and refinement. No
no signs of The hardships which clouded
the early life OF Rensselaer,. His young
wife, quiet, refined and beautiful,
and two children--a boy and q girl
made this life and his home para
disc
His daughter-called after her grand
ma, the sweet name of Mary-was
q fair, winning child, with curly,
golden locks, bright smile and rejoic-
ing laugh.
Evidence of the taste of the owner
was manifested in the ad ornments of
the house the paintings, the observa-
tory, and the well-stocked library,
while many dainty article, fashioned
and beautified the home.
One pleasant morning in early June,
as he was driving into the city with his
young son, he observed at a little dis
tance down the street, lady and
gentleman walking toward him, and
whose appearance he thought was fa-
miliar.
They were both clad poorly and
seemed to be in deep trouble, and the
lady, who was some years younger, was
crying most bitterly.
On nearer approaching he recognized
them as Squire Nuhil and his daughter
Clara His old enemy stood before
him, and in distress
The old Squire, once pompous and
portly, was sadly withered, and meager,
and wrinkled (; and his daughter, the
naughty Clara, was sad, and down.
hearted, and poorly attired.
Rensselaer, gazed at them in silence,
as his life rose up before him. He saw
a slight youth, clad in home-spun gar
rugged and rocky hill-sides with his
poor peddler's cart and broken-down
horse, striving to earn an honest liveli-
hood, an humble support for the old
age of beloved mother. Again he saw
the pompous form, and heard the hard,
insulting voice of the Squire, and the
derisive laugh of the proud
daughter, as he was driven, poor ped
dler, from the door
His resolution was soon formed.
Instantly checking his horse he sa-
luted the astonished couple.
A few words explained their trouble.
The SQUIRE had lost all In foolish
speculation. aud thinking he and his
daughter might open little millinery
store, they had come to Boston to get
the goods, the Squire thinking he could
obtain credit from his old business
friends in the city. So they had So
leeted and ordered eight hundred dol
lars worth of goods; but the firm had
refused to give the goods without the
ready cash. Leaving the store in de-
spair, they were about to depart for
their distant home, when they met Mr..
Tutes
"Please step into my carriage II
cried the CHEEKY tones of Rensselaer,.
They obeyed silently, and he drove
to the store where the goodD had been
ordered.
Esquire NuhiI," said Rensselaer,,
Sc some years ago little scene occurred
at your old store which caused me many
unpleasant feelings. Z said then 1
would be revenged on you, and / shall, /"
be added firmly.
Entering the warerooms, he called
for their bill of goods, quietly paid the
amount and presented the paper to the
pair, entered the carriage
and drove az.y before they could re-
cover from the shame and confusion
his noble act occasioned
And thus Rensie Tutes had his re-
venge revenge worthy Of great and
good heart, worthy of Christian and
. gentleman
And, I would add, this is no fanciful
sketch, every word being strictly true.