Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1882-07-22

was as sudden and unlooked-for as had
been the exodus.
The years rolled by. Amy grew to be
woman, vet never forgot her short
though sharp experience with those
semi-barbarOus children of the wilder
ness. Grief came to her unstintedly.
Her mothers death was her first great
sorrow, followed by her fathers decease,
leaving her, though comparatively
young, the pOssessOr of considerable
wealth, and yet wholly alone in the
world. The next event in her life was
her marriage, by which act, according
to the then existing laws of PennsylYa-
MIA, her husband became sole pOssessOr
of her property. This property, after
many years of prosperity, was suddenly
lost in one unfortunate speculation, and
Amy began to sip of that bitter cup Of
which she hitherto had known not the
aste-deprivatiOn.
Soon after this loss of property she be-
came widow, one child, daughter
grown to wOmanhOod, being her sole liv-
ing relative. This daughter soon marri-
ed and emigrated to the west, whittier
the mother refused to follow, determin-
ed to die, as she had lived, in the hallOw-
ed city of Philadelphia, Amy's support
was now precariOus one, her pen being
| the only bread-winner she possessed;
and those who have fought the battle for
existence with this weapon alone, well
know the uncertainties of the life to
which she was doomed.
Amid all these vicissitudes, many
beautiful and priceless lessons were
brought to Amy's earnest heart, and
among them was the wisdom of being
genial and affable to all people of what
ever class or belief, and of willingly and
gladly helping others whenever or wher.
ever possible, even were it only by a
feathers weight. These particular char
acteristics awakened in the breast of a
certain Mrs. Morton, who casually cross
ed Amy's path, an unwonted regard, and
eventually led to their becoming close
and intimate friends, in spite of the
wide disparity of years between them
Nor did Mrs. MOretOn remain content
with mere verbal expressions of friend
ship and sympathy; many practical
evidence did see give of the love she felt
for her elderly friend, until Amy really
began to wonder, and often even openly
expressed the query, How did 1 ever
live without you, my dearest and best of
| friends?'
One day, in the course Of an extended
| an interesting conversation, Mrs. More
ton casually mentioned NJ county.
| "Have you ever lived therew queried
Amy, indifferently.
| "0nly for one short visit; but my
| mother was born in that county and liv
| ed there also until her thirteenth year.
"Indeed?" said Amy; 81, too, spent ONT
summer of my childhood there, where
the beautiful city of c. now stands. II
was wild woodland then"
as it possible?" returned Mrs. More
ton. "Why, that was my mothers ma
tive place. and have often heard her tel
of the wilderness it was at the time o.
| her earliest recollection of it."
Inquiry followed inquiry, and it sooI
became apparent to Amy beyond dOub
that her lovely, accomplished, cultured
| elegant friend, Mrs. MOretOn, was none
I other than the daughter of one of thos,
despised children, the bugbears of her
summer in the wilderness. You may, bt
assured that the aversion which lfat
been so OutspOken half century before
was now passed over in careful silence.
AS heard this true tale from Amy
own lips, thought, o Fortune, it is no
strange that the ancients depicted the,
blind, and seated behind a whirlins
wheel. How terribly thou dost mil
these component parts of creation, call
ed human nature! And cOuldst thOl
speak, am sure thou wOuldst say to TIL
sons of men, Beware, lest at the fOun
tain from which thou to day turn 81
away in disgust, thou mayst sometime
be glad to quench thy burning thirst"
New Circulating Notes.