The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1878-09-25

encouragement for country boys to
rush to the city. The plain truth
is, it takes years of toll and perse-
verance to succeed anywhere. The
upward plane of success is atoilsome
one to ascend. The idea that any
particular spot will watt a man on.
ward, without an effort on his part,
is a grievous error, nothing less.
Dear reader look upon Charles
vane, John Bradford's hired boy ten
| years later. When he first went to
Boston, he had found situation Of
an errand boy in a dry-goods estab-
lishmont, alarge wholesale house
He performed the duties Of his posi-
tion faithfully. Then he rose q step
higher. Hebecame bookkeepeEthe
confidential clerk. And through all
these years Of service, his motto was
honesty and faithfulness. AT twen-
ty.fve, behold him a partner in the
firm, far along on the road Of busi-
ness success
| AT first, he kept the recollection Of
Afattie Bradford warm in his memo
ry. Frequently he would think of
her with his heart beating strange
ly.
But when they parted they were
mere children, and as the years slip
ped away the memory became dim.
mer. When he had reached man.
hood he hadalmost forgotten her, and
as we see him at twenty-five, the rec.
objection comes only as a dream.
II was the first Of August Of that
tenth year. "Mr. Denham," Charles
announced to the senior member Of
the firm, "cah l DO spared for a short
vacation2n
Certainly" said Mr.. Denham, ''fOr
a long one if you wish. You are
working too hard, at any rate"
As the result of that conversation,
we find Charles at the seaside resi-
dence of u Boston friend, q few days
later, to whom he had sent word of
his coming,
"Glad to see you, Vane," was the
welcoming ejaculation.
Then, after the words Of welcome,
he said, 1--WE have about a dozen
guests already, just a jolly number.
There is one young lady here with
whom l have marked it out for you
TO fall in love. She is lovely, and an
Iteirvss besides.,' --i, -
"Hardly, I dare say" returned
Charles. Win l do as you sayl Who
is she?"
"Her name is Matte Bradford"
Memory made an effort. Then the
recollection of that summer of his
boyhood long ago came to Charles
yane. He beheld a girl with golden
hair clinglng about the neck ofa boy.
81 knew her formerly when I was
a mere lad" Charles said, quietly
"Pleasc do not mention my name to
her"
Charles was fatigued with his
journey, and kept his room untilthe
first bell sounded for dinner. Then
he went down stairs and out on the
piazza, where he stood viewing the
glories of q summers sunset in the
country, by the seaside.
A light step camo along the piaz-
"a, and a young lady stopped close
by. She was a lovely girl with sweet
brown eyes. Charles was concealed
by clambering vine.
"Where have l beheld her beforeP"
was his thought. Then he remem-
bered his conversation with his host
and knew that it was Matte Brad
ford.
He stepped out from behind the
vine.
"AIiss Bradford" he said, "do you
know me2'
She stood for a moment hesitating
He had the advantage of her in know.
ing that she was here at the seaside.
But that was balanced, in the fact
that that summer Of the past had
been kept greener and fresher in her
memory, than in his. Only for a
moment did she hesitate. Then the
blood flooded her face and she cried,
"Charlei vanei Yes! lido know you"
And they talked about tho past.
That night a fair face floated be-
fore the vision Of Charles vane in