The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-11-13

peJteu earring OF wealthy parents. linen
came the memory of those sad days,
when her fathers sudden death had
been followed by the unexpected news
that all their fortune was gone. Proba-
bly, her father had foreseen the impend-
ing ruin, and his anxiety had killed
him. She and her mother had, with the
pittance remaining, come to this little
seaport town, as Mrs. Cartoons health,
always delicate, had been seriously i'm
paired by her grief, and the family
physician had ordered change of scene.
Change of scene ~ repeated Grace
to herself, bitterly, as she recalled this.
When he knew full well that we must
change-give up our dear home, and all
that mamma had been accustomed to-
That we had scarcely money enough
left to bring us here, and yet how coolly
and easily he talked, and pocketed his
fee as if poor papa were alive, and we
had plenty of means. And Gerald, too
Never to come near us ~
That was the bitterest thought of all.
Gerald was the doctors son, and had
been Grace's most devoted cavalier until
her sad reverses after which she had
never seen him at all, and his father
only at the aforementioned interview.
1t could hardly have been said that
Grace was in love with Hugh Haughton,
but he was handsome and devoted-she
had enjoyed his society, and very proba-
bly, might soon have been engaged to
him, had her prosperity continued.
The prescribed change of scene had
not benefited Mrs. Carleton, and but a
few weeks elapsed ere Grace found her
self penniless orphan, with no one to
turn to for support or guidance.
"Don't grieve so, you poor child !"
said good motherly Mrs. Gray, with
whom they had been boarding. "Try
to remember that not a sparrow falls to
the ground without His knowledge, and
believe that in some way all our trials
are for our good, though we can't under
stand how"
But the girl drew away shuddering.-
20, don't, Mrs. Gray! Don't say that
it is good for me to lose my dear parents.
You don't know what it is to be left all
alone !"
Z" But know what is perhaps worse"
answered Mrs. Gray, so quietly that
Grace's sobs were checked, and she
glanced up, wonderingly, to say:
"Worse what could be worse?''
"Was it not worse to see the fishing
smack, with my husband and my brave
lad, go down before my eyes, and the
storm raging so that no one could help
them? 1 was left, Miss Grace, with my
little Charlie in my arms-he was but
baby then-and not cent to take care
of him or myselfn'
"And you can say it was for your
good?" asked the listener, almost re-
proachfully.
81 know that He does not willingly
affiict, answered Mrs. Gray, reverent-
ly. {" / cannot doubt that my husband
and boy are better off; and has it not
taught me how much goodness and
kindness there is in the world? Didn't
my neighbors club together to pay what
was owing on this house and didn't the
owner refuse to take the money, and
send me deed of the placer And every
summer when the city folks come down
here, don't the neighbors pretend they
can't take boarders, and send them to
me, till my house is crowded And did
one of them ever forget to send me the
finest of their fish when they came in,
or the earliest of vegetables, or can of
milk? All yes, Miss Grace there's a
deal of goodness in people, if you only
find it out, +" concluded the good woman,
as she wiped her eyes with the corner of
her neat gingham apron.
One sentence in the little history cut
Grace to the quick. She had always
brave honest spirit, and she showed it
now.
That is one thing that troubles me,
Mrs. Gray" she said "The neighbors
recommended us to come to you. We
meant to stay only two weeks, until
mamma could gain strength, and then
we were going to look for work. But you
know how ill she grew, and could not
be moved, and then the expense of the
=" Grace's voice trembled sadly =
" funeral and now have nothing left,
and you will soon lose me, and - and
what shall I doY" sobbed the poor
girl.
f" There, there, child, don't cry and
take on so,' cried the widow, affection