St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1881-12-17
COv1NGToN ST. TAn1MANY PARISH, La,

At last they reached the ungainly
tenement iu which Walters mother
occupied poorly furnished room
up four flights of stairs.
As he looked upon her. i face the
old gentleman seemed stran ely
moved; and there was a noticeable
culver in his voice as he mentioned
to the widow his offer to employ
her son. of whose discharge he at
the same time apprised her.
"But don't be concerned. madam,
he fastened to say, noticing her
blank look; II can offer your
boy much better situation-and
here, take this" he hurriedly added
thrusting bank note into her hand;
tits only to bind the bargain and
keep any one from getting ahead OF
me. OF course. you needn't answer
until you have learned more about
me-"
Then, while Walter was busy
telling sissy of the wonderful things
he had seen in the toy shop, the &C.
centric little gentleman slipped his
two purchases to Mrs. Boyd, with
an injunction to put the wonderful
knife in Walters stocking that night
and the wax doll in sissy's-after
which he took a hasty leave.
1t was quite dark when he mount
ed the steps of the stately mansion
of Walter'sgrandpa.
"Tell Mr. Warlow I wish to see
him" said the little gentleman to the
servant who answered the bell.
"What name shall l say sir?"
"I'll announce it myself" was the
reply.
After some delay the servant re-
turned and conducted the stranger
to Mr.. Warlo s sitting room.
"I've just been paying visit to
your daughter and grandchildren" "
began the little gentleman, without
preface.
The announcement was received
with anything but a pleased look.
But before Mr.. Warlow could reply
his visitor resumed.
"You had half brother Henry
once, who finding you had supplant-
ed him in the affection of the woman
he loved, concealed his passion, and
abandoned home and country, leav-
ing you to carry off the prize for
which be would have sacrificed his
life. At length news came of his
death in strange land, and you,
who before had been very poor,
stepped into his fortune, which was
ample. Your wife died, leaving you
a daughter. her mothers image. 1t
seems that when she grew up and
welded a man without wealth, as
her mother had done. you could not
forgive the o1ense and have left her
and her children to struggle for
bread or starve. Do I speak truly
1.-The question is rather imperti-
nent, sir. Surely I am master OF
what is my own"
"Yes; but not of what belongs to
another"
Your meaning is obscure" re-
piled the other haughtily.
"The explanation is very simple" "
"May I trouble you for it?'
"Henry Warlo,U is not dead"
"Not dead2" You but trihe, sir. p"
"Look at me, John!" said the
stranger, earnestly; and as John
closely scanned the others features,
one by one they came back to his
memory, and the truth flashed upon
him that the true owner of the
wealth he had SO long esteemed his
own, had indeed come back as
from the grave.
"Do not tremble and turn pale" "
said Henry Warlow. II have been
prosperous enough to gain a new
fortune sufficient for my needs, and
shall leave you undisturbed, but on
one condition-that you bring your
daughter and her children to your
home"
There was a happy Christmas re-
union the next day in John War
lows house. Nor has uncle Henry
forgotten his bargain about Walter,
whom he has taken to live with
himself.
Paradoxical: "Ma hain't I been