The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1877-09-15

that the wells humbug. And l thought,
maybe, you had nothing but the money
you would put into it, and l couldn't
stand by and see you swindled, and not
say word"
81 thank you; but, my dear girl, your
warning comes too late. I have already
bought the Cramm Well"
but you will make them takeit back?
You will go to law about it?"
81 think not" Mr.. Bates was in
quandary. If he took the law into his
own hands, Rosy would be called upon
for her testimony, and would not the
fact that she had preferred the interest
of stranger to that of her adopted
parents tell against this simple child,
even though she had acted rightly in the
matter? Furthermore, would it not cast
her adrift upon the world, and was he
prepared to offer her local habitation
and a name?
" hope you'll get rich as mud" said
Mistress Cramm, ON the following day,
land remember them as set you on the
road to fortune, Mr.. Bates. Jim and
me thinks of trying Californy for my
asthmy."
"Will your daughter go with you?" Ben
asked.
Rosy? She amt no daughter of
mine, though, land knows, I've been a
mother to her. You see, it's nigh fifteen
years ago since a gentleman put up to
the Travellers Haven with a little gal
about four. He had no baggage to men
ton, had lost his trunk on the road, but
guessed it would turn up. He was
proper nice-looking man, with eyeglasses
like yours, Mr.. Bates; and it appears he
got up early and went out, and whether
he went into the river for bath or
purpose nobody knew; but there he was
drownded, and the little gal, that couldn't
tell nothing but that her name it was
Rosy, left on our hands without change
to her back. Nobody could find out who
they was; there wasn't no clew amongst
their things, and no marks on their
clothes; and so we've had to do for her
ever since, and there's no end to what
she owes u.s."
Fifteen years ago; gentleman and
child named Rosy" unused Ben.
Fifteen year ago this blessed month.
Jim he pawned the gentleman's watch to
buy Rosy clothes; but there was an odd
sort of seal on the chain. Maybe you'd
like to see it?"
" should like to borrow it for WHILE"
said Ben, after examining it closely.
You may have it for a tritie, if you've
took fancy to it. We've spent enough
on Rosy to buy dozen such"
"Pn give you your price," said Ben;
and just then Jim Cramm was brought
in with broken leg-and they didn't go
to California for Mrs. Jim's asthma
1t is year since these events occurred.
Retribution has overtaken Mr.. and Mrs.
Cramm.
81 want to tell you a story" Ben said
to Rosy the other day. 81 once had
distant cousin who disappeared mystic.
riously with his little daughter after
having started upon journey. He was
advertised for by his distant relatives
and sought for in vain. The child was
four years old at the time. Her name
was Rosy. She had blue eyes and auburn
hair like yours. By the supposed death
of these two | came into possession of
certain sum of money, which, having &C.
cumulated during my minority, enabled
me to buy the Cramm Well, as you know.
Contrary to our expectations, yours and
mine, Rosy, the well has netted it's owner
fortune, since it was not false strike,
as MIR. Cramm supposed. But l find L
am not the owner"
You not the ownerw cried Rosy.
"Then who is?"
You, Rosy; you are the owner of the
Cramm Well"
Il: What do you mean? l the owner
of the well?"
You have heard the story of your in
PRODUCTION at the Travellers Haven and
your fathers tragic end? The seal upon
his chain was of curious workmanship.
Mrs. Cramm had preserved it; and when
she allowed me to take it l carried Il to
my father and the missing link was sup
piled. 1t proved the fac SimiLe of one
he had given my cousin, even to the
monogram j. B.-John Bates. Is it not
plain that your father and my cousin are
one, and that the Cramm Well belongs
to you, his daughter, Rosy?"
81 suppose it must be true, if you
think So" said Rosy. "But you must
let me divide with you; you must keep
the we'll"
"On one condition, Rosy: That you
give yourself with it."
And Rosy did not quarrel with the con-
dition.-Harper's Bazaar.