Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1878-09-13

pay for a contribution, and requested O
similar one. I worked cheerfully after
that till the crises came, and the nurse
gleefully reported that the young lady
was conscious, and asking for her father.
"May see herr" said /, eagerly.
"Dear, dear-no, sir. The excite
ment would throw her back. Besides
she must not talk. Her father is Mr..
Bullion, of - street"
Bullion, the great foreign banker |
What brought his daughter, unattend-
ed, into this vile side street2 Time
would explain, perhaps. Meanwhile
Jack put on his hat, and departed in
quest of the great man. In an hour he
was with us, his usual imposing air and
magisterial demeanor lost in the agita-
tion of the moment. He shook me warm
ly by the hand.
"Your friend has explained all, Mr..
Hathaway. 1 am deeply grateful to you.
Where is my child?"
The most renowned physician in town
was quickly summoned, but in vain Mr..
Bullion begged him to devise means
to remove his daughter. At
present she must not leave her bed. In
few days, perhaps, with returning
strength, she might lie for two or three
hours at time on sofa in our sitting
room. Farther change was imperative
ly forbidden.
So Mr.. Bullion, with many apologies,
begged that some of his daughter g
favorite pictures and few chairs, etc.,
from her boudoir, might be brought;
and we could not refuse. A few hours
transformed our bachelor den into kind
of fairy palace.
Mr.. Bullion was naturally constant
visitor, and I had to receive him in the
tattered dressing gown. Twice he found
me writing, with manuscripts Uttered
around.
"You are an author ?" he queried,
with smile.
ga would. be one."
Pray do not desist from writing on
my account. May amuse myself with
your papers for time ?"
He borrowed bulky one at leaving
to submit it, he said, to publisher he
knew. Next day I received o letter
from well-known firm, offering $3.50
for the copyright, and an additional
$3.50 if q second addition were called
for. In my youth and nexperience, it
did not occur to me for months the
money came from the bankers pocket.
OF course I eagerly assented, and took
my coat and vest out of pawn-not day
too soon, for Miss Bullion was pro-
nounced convalescent, and that after
noon her fathers strong arms conveyed
her from one room to another.
1 lived in fairy-land for a week, till
our guest departed. She explained the
visit to our obscure street-it was to
pawn iewelry for her brothers benefit,
a wild lad, whose excesses had driven
him from home, and who had recently
been writing her letter after letter, hint
ing at frightful consequences if she
should not furnish him with money.
"Mr. Hathaway" she said, twill
you be my friend, and try to reclaim
him ?"
She put a transparent little hand in
mine as she spoke, and promised. Her
friend Il would have promised any
thing for such title.
Then an eventual conversation took
place between me and the banker.
"You have abandoned the idea of be-
coming barrister, Mr.. Hathaway, and
the profession of author is precarious
one; unite it with another pursuit. You
are a good linguist, and badly need a
foreign correspondent. The hours and
duties will be light enough; cast in you1
lot with mel will take care you have
no cauaa tn rnorat IL ~
thought of my "friend" and as.
sented.
The firm is Bullion and Hathaway
now, the junior partner having married
the seniors daughter. John Hornsey,
ESQ.,, is their lawyer, man much res
pected in the profession. Hal Trevor is
just beginning to make stir as a fash.
ionable physician.