Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1878-01-24
The Lost Bracelet.
From the Sunny Soutl.l


rapidly up Broadway.
Its occupants were an elderly
lady-whose age might have been
about forty years-and a young
girl.
The lady was dressed in rich
silks, and wore profusion of Jew
elry, while the girl was clad In
deep mourning. and wore no jewell
ry except an elegant bracelet.
LA their conversation the girl
pointed down the street, at the
same time looking into the la3y's
face, and as she Gid SO the bracelet
became disengaged, dropped from
her arm, and fell unnoticed into
the deep mud with which the street
was covered.
The carriage turned into a by
street and drew up before an ele-
giant mansion.
1t was the residence of the mil
lionaire, Thomas Seymour, and the
Young lady was Agnes Seymour,
his only child, and the elderly lady
was her aunt, Mrs. Seymour being
dead.
Agnes. after changing her dress,
came down to her aunt's room
Suddenly she gave q cry of alarm,
having for the first time noticed
that the bracelet, the last gift of
her mother, aods gone j!
She ran to her room and looked
on her dressing table, but it was
not there. The house was searched
in every direction, but it was not
to be found.
"Tou must have lost it on the
street." said her aunt, "and as your
name is on the inside, it may be
found and returned"
! But Agnes was inconsolable, and
declared she would not rest until
the bracelet was found.
| Eric Sauuderson lived in "NIud
Alley" one of those dirty lanes s"
near Broadway that the roar of
the passing vehicles in the latter
street was heard in the alley.
Right at the entrance of the al.
ley was little shop with the name
of "John Monsey, Pawnbroker, y
over the door.
The light of the sun never pene-
trated the dismal little street. but
wrechedness, poverty and crime
were to be found in every tenement
house in it.
Mrs. SauIderson had seen better
days. Her husband had been one
of the wealthiest citizens of Stock
holm, but having heen deluded by
false reports, had invested nearly
!; all of his fortune IN spcculations
in America, and these failing had
ruined him, and he died of grief,
leaving his widow and orphan to
support themselves as best they
could. Eric was now eighteen
years of age-a stout, robust
, young fellow, but he was out of EN-
ployment, and his mother was sick.
) On the morning of which we
write Eric left the dwelling, if such
it might De called, and passed up
Broadway in search of something
by which he might earn o few
shillings. Such had been his en-
! ployment for some time, and with
these small earnings he and his
mother eked out their existence
very scantily.
As he slowly crossed the street
his foot struck some hard sub
stance which rolled over the flag
ging, and flashing in the sunlight,
he beheld bracelet of gold set
with pearls.
He hastily picked it up. aud dis
covered an inscription on the inside
which read as follows
"To my beloved daughter, Ag-
nes Seymour, on her fifteenth birth.
day, 155-street."
4 Beautiful" exclaimed Eric at
must be worth more than a thou
sand dollars. Mother, mother, we
will feel no more want now. Twill
go and sell this to Money, the
pawnbroker, and then I'll have
, mother removed, and we'll quit
Mud Alley forever
He put the bracelet in the inside
pocket of his coat, which he care
J fully buttoned mp, and directed his
steps homeward. But with all the
10y he ielt at his discovery he did
, not feel at ease. At first he did
not comprehend the cause of his
uneasiness, but gradually feeling
of doubt arose in his mind as to
his right to the bracelet. lie tried
to keep it down., but it grew
stronger and stronger. Some
thing seemed toisay to him =
ut does not belong to you -
You know.its owner, and you must
return iti'' 5 33 sta .te..
1t is mine," muttcred Eric. "I
, have found it, aid I need it more
than Miss Seymour does. i only
do it for mother, not for myself
He could not banish the idea
;; altogether from his mind, however,
and in the midst of his scilc,ning