Mexico weekly ledger., 1877-09-20
MEXICO. MISSOURI, THURssDA7 7sEPTEdBER 20, 1877

very own, as sure as / live,' she an
swered, beginning to tremble at this
sudden change in the manner of her
newly-found friend.
The fingers of Mrs. Phillips, the
housekeeper, began to work nervous
ly at this juncture, and if Mr.. Logan
had not been so entirely absorbed in
one thought, that of finding the own
er of the Jewels bearing the initials Of
the only woman he had ever loved, he
would have noticed how her eyes di-
lated and flashed fire as she gazed in
wonder at the child.
"Come 60 with me, FATTY, and
show me where your mother lives. l
must see her Immediately, he said, as
he hastily donned his great overcoat.
SOLVER, where are you going?"
Mrs. Phillips asked in low, half |
stified voice that betrayed powerful
agitation, as he moved toward the
door. /
Never mind, I shall be back pre-
sently," was the brief response.
"Stay!" she urged. ''Have you
forgotten the gentlemen who were to
call to see you tonight on important
business? What will they think?"
s'No matter. Tell them they must
call another time, as an unexpected
occurrence has compelled me to break
the engagement"
"But you surely are not going out
such night as this? Remember,
now, you have been troubled with
that cough"
He was by this time far out in the
street, and neither heard nor needed
the words of the excited woman.
The wind blew in fierce and keen
blasts down the avenue, and the snow
;, descended in soft, binding whirls to
the earth. Not word was spoken.
The wealthy merchant passed rapidly
up and down street after street, with
the hand of his little beggar guide
; clasped tightly in his, till they enter
{ ed small, mean-looking room in one
of the tenement houses on the Bow
cry.
"Mother, wake up" Tatty cried,
r running up to her mother, who lay
y motionless upon low mattress, hel
. purple lids closed over the sunker
D orbs. 'The good man who gave m'
| that money has come to see you."
e The pale sufferer raised herself vi
to look upon the face of her child''
; new friend, but instantly fell bach
0 with low cry, and the words, "Oh
t Oliver!" escaped her lips,
exclaimed as he h@V claassped laaspbeedhs ues Mlie - ~ n
e heart, with the sudden rush upon hi
n memory of the long suffering o
r years.
+. About nine years ago, Oliver Lo
| gan, a wealthy and prosperous mer
chant, then of Baltimore, had mar
ried Clemens Hargrove, pennies;
| orphan, for her beauty and feminine
: worth. He brought her home to his
beautiful residence in that city, and
: for nearly year their life seemed
/, like one unclouded day of joy. From
/ the first day of the installment of the
. new mistress, Mis-. Phillips, who had
reigned supreme over that household
: for twenty years, was her sworn
enemy, and made every effort to de-
throne the last sovereign. Her in
satiate thirst for wealth prompted her
to do daring thing. Mr.. Logan
had been called off to attend some
business that would require several
weeks to execute. During that time
Mrs. Phillips pretended to be I'LL, and
to make a dying confession, she told
the young wife that she had no legal
right to the name she bore. She
showed forged certificate of Mr..
Logan's previous marriage with u
lady of wealth who lived in Boston,
and with whom, she said, he was
then living in grand style in that
city; that his plea of business was
only pretext, it being his intention
finally to cast off the girl he had
pretended to marry.
The wife at first Indignantly refused
to believe the terrible story; but she
was wrought upon at last accept it us
true, and she resolved at once to
leave the house whose comforts now
seemed bitter mockery, to fly to
New York city, where, amid the sea
of human beings, she would be for
ever lost to sight-to beg, starve,
anything to avoid the disgrace that
, was impending her. She at once
, sought small room in one of the nu-
merous tenement houses, where no
. inquiries would be made about her,
, and where she might earn a scanty
/ livelihood with her needle. Soon
after she came here, her little daughter
, Tatty, was born. 1t is needless to
recount the sufferings and life-strug,
: giles which these two had to endure.
4 By toiling from daylight till dark, the
, poor mother managed to keep them
| from utter starvation and beggary,
E which her proud heart so much re-
VOTED against.
| And the husband? When he re.
, turned home and found his wife miss
4 | II.