Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1881-03-23

your late employers, and after thr
satisfactory manner in which all my
enquiries were answered, ! became
your surety for the $4,000"
"What I"
| sprang toward him in the wildes
excitement.
"Oh, sir" l began, but he stopped
me.
"Let me finish," said he. "Pvt
done this because am convinced that
you are an upright, honest man, and
the greatest proof of my confidence
can give you is that ] am about to
offer you the position of cashier in
my banking house. My name, sir, is
George Thorne."
George Thorne, the father OF Alice
the girl that l loved. All. the mys-
terry was solved. 1t was of her his
eyes had reminded me; it was to her
that was indebted for this help.
Fifteen years had flown since the
day lost the pocket-book. | had
now become a prosperous man, sur
rounded by all the luxuries which
wealth affords. had found in Mr..
Thorne more than a patron | found
friend; under brusque manner he
had heart of gold. From the first
day of our acquaintance he had
evinced toward me the liveliest inter-
est and affection.
was soon made partner, and when,
on blessed day, became the hus-
band of Alice, and his son-in-law, he
presented me with a receipt for the
s20, 900 that he had paid to the Mcssrs.
Overton for my loss.
So time went on. The banking
house known as the firm of Thorne d
Wallace was in thriving condition.
/ had beautiful wife and two
lovely children, and yet, with all the
sources of happiness, / was not quite
contented-there was crease in the
rose leaf.
For some time past | had been
vainly endeavoring to account for the
extraordinary interest which my faith
er-in-law had first taken in me, be-
cause l discovered, as l grew older
and saw more of this selfish, egotis-
teal world, that very few such gener-
Gus actions were performed without
motive, and the solution of this, to
me, difficult problem frequently oc-
cupied my thoughts.
At first / had attributed it all to
Alice's influence, but / know now
that it had been as great a surprise to
her as to myself.
About this time DR.. Ponard, one of
Mr.. Thorne's most intimate friends,
arrived in New York, and one morn
ing, while sitting at breakfast, ex-
pressed great surprise at the numer-
Gus advertisements in the papers re-
lating to money lost and found
"Well," said he, 81 have not the
least sympathy for those who lose
money. They are generally careless,
stupid people, not fit to be trusted /;
although l remember having heard of
young man who lost pocket-book,
some years ago, containing $4,000,
and declare when read his piteous
appeals, which were in all the papers,
my heart fairly ached for him. But"
continued he, addressing my father
in-law, who had become very pale,
"you ought to remember the circum-
stances, for it occurred just at the
time of the great failure in Philadel-
phia, by which you were so heavy a
loser.
eyes, / recollect the affair."" re-
piled Mr.. Thorns, who appeared to
be suffering.
81 never heard" continued the doc
tor, "what became of the poor devil /;
and yet / should like to know"
Should you" said l, laughing I;
"then let me crafty your curiosity.
/, Arthur Wallace, am that poor
devil, doctor; saved from ruin and
despair by my benefactor here" And
then / related all the events of the
last Is years.
The doctor sprang to his feet and
grasped his old friends hand.
swell and generously done," said
he; but Mr.. Thorne interrupted him.
81 am not well" he said, family. 81
suffer greatly-let me go to my room"
The next day he sent for me to his
private Office. found him looking
pale and haggard.
"Sit down, my dear Arthur" said