The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1879-12-17

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super-cargo made his voyage. In
one year from the day which he
left his native land he placed his
foot again upon the soil Of his
| home.
But he did not stop. The ship
with the same officers, was going
upon the same cruise again, and
he meant to 90 in her. He saw
Grace Melburne, and she would
wait. He saw DR.. Weston, and
the kind old gentleman praised
him for his manly independence.
Again Arthur Morton was upon
the sea, and again he assumed the
duties Of his Office, and even more.
He even stood watch when there
was no need Of it, and during sea-
sons Of storm he claimed post on
deck.
At the end of another year the
young man returned to his home
again. He was now eight and
twenty, and few who knew him
two years before could recognize
him now. His face was bronzed
by exposure, his form was filled
out to perfection, and be was
greeted with great affection by
old DR.. Weston, who would insist
on his staying with him during
his leave on shore. One day af-
ter Arthur's arrival, be suddenly
burst into the room and said ab-
ruptly:
well, Arthur, Mr.. Crosby is
here. Will you see him ?
See him? See Matthew Cros-
by? Of course 1 will. He owes
me an explanation, and l hope he
can give me satisfactory one.'
The door was opened and Mr..
Crosby entered.
He was an elderly man, but
hale and hearty.
The old man and the young one
shook hands, and then inquired af-
ter each others health.
You received a note from mo
some two years ago. said CROSBY,
lin which I stated that one in
whom I trusted had got your
money and mine with it, and that
[ could not pay you
Yes, SIR anwered our hero, not
knowing what was to come next
WELL resumed Crosby, Or.
Weston was the man. He had your
money
How? Wbat?' gasped Arthur,
gazing from one to the other in
blank astonishment.
Hold on, my boy,' said the doc
tor, while a thousand emotions
seemed to work within his bosom.
Il was the villain. 1t was | who
got your money. [ worked your
ruin, and l will tell you why; l
saw that you were dying Your
father died Of the same disease. A
consumption was upon him-not
the regular pulmonary affection,
but a wasting away of the system
for want Of vitality. The mind
was wearing out the body. The
soul was slowly eating it's way
from the cords that bound it to the
Garth. l knew that you could be
/ cured, and I knew, too, that the
, only thing in the world which
would cure you was to throw you
on your own physical resources
for a livelihood. There was q NOR
bid Willingness of the spirit to pass
away. You would have died ere
you would have made an exertlor
from the fact that you looked up
on exertion as worse than death
1t was astrangestate of both minc
and body. Your fortune rendered
work unnecessary, so there was
, no hope while that fortune re
, NAMED. Had it been a wholly
bodily malady, l could have argu
ed you into necessary work for
cure. And on the other hand hac
. it been wholly mental disease,
, might have driven your body tt
help your mind. But both were
weak, and I knew you must either
D work or die.
s And now, my boy, I'll tell yor
! where my hope lay. knew tina
, you possessed such a true pride o
independence that you woul(
work. 1 saw Crosby, and told hin
my plans. [ assured him if w
q could contrive to get you to sea
+ and make 7ou start out into &C
= tive life, for the sake Of a live
lihood, you could be saved. lie
> Joined me at once. l took you
:, money and his, and then bid hin
clear out. You know the rest
q Your money is safe-every penny
of ito the amount Of $4,000
Poor Crosby has suffered much il
i knowing how you looked upo'
S him but | know that he is amply
y repaid by the sight Of your noble
powerful frame, as he sees it to
9 night. And now, Arthur, are :"
forgiven {?
l. 1t was a full hour before all th
d questions of the happy friend
e could be asked and answered, am
1, when the doctor and Crosby ha'
. . beer forgiven and blessed for tn
u twentieth time, Mr.. Melburne said
T Waltz
. He left the room and when h