The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1875-01-15

s~alear's heart.
LET not despair, nor fell revenge,
Be to my bosom known;
o give ne tears for others woes,
And patience for my own?'
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 a corner of the village
church-yard, and her boy had left his
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
touch of grim poverty fingered there !;
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 girl
made this life and his home a para
disc
His daughter-called after her grand
ma, the sweet name of Mary-was
a fair, winning child, with curly,
golden locks, a bright smile and %rejoic-
ing laugh.
Evidence of the taste of the owner
was manifested in the adornments of
the house the paintings, the observa-
tory, and the w~ell-stocked library,
while many a dainty article, fashioned
by the snowy fingers of his wife, adorned
and beautiied 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
lance down the street, a lady and
gentleman walking toward him, and
whose appearance he thought was IA
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
ments, jo%urneying along over those
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 a beloved mother. Again he saw
the pompous form, and heard the hard,
insulting voice of the Squire, and the
hooking, derisive laugh of the proud
daughter, as he was driven, a 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 a foolish
speculation, aud thinking he and his
daughter might open a 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 Sc
lected 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 :"
cried the CHEEKY tones of Rensselaer,.
They obeyed silently, and he drove
to the store where the goo IS had been
ordered.
esquire Nuhil," said Rensselaer,,
4" some years ago {. little scene occurred
at your old store which caused me many