The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1882-05-24
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depriysng himself Of even the smallest in-
diligence for me and our little ones. think
bitterly on the unequal distribution Of the
good things Of this world SO few have all,
and 50 many nothing; but when say SO,
Charlie laughs and says I'm a little commun-
lists, dangerous character, and should be
suppressed
As usual while / am sitting sewing, am
deyising thousand impracicable schemes,
when my revery is interrupted by my elder
boy, Robert.
oh raamma see those beautiful pc,
piesi" $50 = : = : -
l look out and see a phaeton drawn by
span of black ponies and, seated at her ease,
her lap.iog beside her, recognize my
cousin, Lucinda Marston. How circum-
stances have changed She and her dog in
my place and my children living life of
privation My husband dying for the need
of the money she lavishes on horses and
dogs in a week. w
I cannot help reproachful feeling toward
my aunt as reflect on her capricious treat
ment of me. At sight of that cruel face
lived zsi>..t i--s szss~afs., is.tezxisSv
when my cousin gave me the jewels. Her
words rang in my ears once more, but with
new meaning.
"Ornuln would give you $50 for them,"
she had said.
Fifty dollars !" exclaimed aloud. eff
ty dollars means rest, country air, rowing,
riding, life and health for Charlie"
opened the satin-lined box and looked at
the yellow baubles, that smiled and twinkled
In their soft bed, as il they were glad they
were going to be of some use at last.
"Oh, you treasured" said, and kissed
them rapturously and with thankful heart.
While put on my hat and shawl had
mentally made away with half my legacy,
for l had bought Charlie new suit, nice,
warm fannels and all, and barely left him
enough to pay his board with in the country.
Carried away by the excitement of tho mo-
ment, scarcely knew what was doing till
found myself in the palatial store at Bank
street, and heard a gentlemanly voice shy in
answer to my question: ttNH
Twill you please wait moment, mad
nm ?"
He spoke to an elderly man, who In
while came to me and said
Would you mind telling me, madam,
how this set of jewelry came into your pos
session.
My heart sank. There seemed to be
something of doubt as to whether they
had been honestly come by.
Certainly not" said l. "They were
left to me by my aunt Miss Eunice Marston.
You may perhaps remember that she bought
them here.n @ 70 s#R
"Will you please give me your name and
address,"
did SO, and found that the younger man
knew my husband web, and also remember
ed having seen me in the store with my
aunt.
do you know, madam, what these jew
els are worth ?"
About $50, suppose" said.
He took one of the earrings out of the
case, and giving it little witch and a light
pressure on the small gilt knob at the lower
side of the ball, it opened into two parts
taking off the golden envelope, he held up
to my astonished eyes an immense solitaire
diamond that sparkled and blazed like star
as it thembled in his hand.
g The earrings alone are worth $4,000,
and with the brooch, which opens too, you
see, the set is worth $25, 900"
The words had no meaning to me; every
thing faded before my eyes-all was dark
ness. When 1 came to my senses was "
ing on lounge and a sweet-looking lady sat
by me bathing my head. When Twas sufii.
GENTLY recovered to think Of what had hap
pened, and was assured that It was not
dream had another interview with the gen.
tleman, who, like the gent IN an Arabian
story, had evoked such wonders, from sim
pie golden ball "a aA
Upon my signifying my desire to, sell the
jewels, an agreement was made, and went
out of the store rich woman, with Ormulu
& Co.'s check for $25, O0oin my pocket.
When reached home, Charlie stood at
the front door waiting for me, looking anx-
ious, poor fellow, for no one could ten where
l had gone, and it was very unusual for me
to be ont when he came home He must
have thought had gone crazy, when, put
ting the check in his hands, threw my
arms around his neck right there in the yes
thule, and crying as if my heart would
break, said =
"Oh, Charlie! Oh, Charliel" Then when
he had taken me into the house, drew all
my little ones into my arms, crying, "Oh,
my dariings my darlings !"
When my excitement had abated some.
what, I thought of the precious paper.
"Where is the check 2" I said.
"Check I" said Charlie. poor darling,
trouble has turned your brain"
But upon my insisting, very much as one
humors sick child, he consented to humor
me, and pretended to look for it.
"Here is something, papa" exclaimed
Amy, as she put in his hand a crumpled bit
of paper she had picked up in the hail.
i can see that expression on his face.
do really believe my husband, for a minute
thought had in my insanity, been guilty
of forgery, burglary, highway robbery, or
some dreadful thing. 3 Ygtfph99
= 1t seems but yesterday, and yet five happy
years have gone since then, and we have
house of our own, with coy library full Of
books for Charlie and a large sunny, lovely
room for the chiIdren's nursery. ESf
You wouldn't know Charlie, be is SO rug
ged and brown. He is now cashier OF the
bank in which he began as an Grand boy.
We are not rich by any means, but have
everything We need and many Injuries,
No matter; Charlie and my darling chill
dren are happy, and / wish Aunt Eunices