The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1890-08-01
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handsome house, over which his mother
presided with matronly dignity. His
sister Lizzie was the wife Of a young
physician in successful practice in the
same town.
One winter evening they were all
seated in a luxuriously furnished room,
before a glowing fire. His sister had
come to spend the afternoon, but was
prevented by the violent storm from re-
turning to her own home.
"What a storm it isl" she exclaimed,
shuddering. Il pity those who are out
in It."
YES" said her brother, s'it is the most
violent storm of the year. The snow
must be two feet deep at least. But we
need not feel troubled. 1t is summer in
DOORS"
WHO would have thought, John, we
should come to live in such comfort?:''
said his mother. "Twenty years ago we
were poorly Off"
II well remember it. It was a lucky
thing we came to Brandon"
$50 it has turned out. But I was
alarmed when you quarreled with young
Oscar Ronalds."
II have forgiven him. The harm he
intended has only done us good"
"Have you heard anything of him
lately?'
"Not lately. His father died ten years
since, and I am told Oscar is very ex-
travagant, that is ALL"
The storm increased in violence, shak-
ing the house, firm and strong as it was.
All at once the door bell rang sharply.
'.I1l go myself" said John. 1.-THE
servant may not be able to close the door
again."
He opened the front door, and a sharp
cutting wind entered with a furry OF
snow.
"will you give me shelter" said a
faint voice.
It was a man who spoke, still young.
He stepped in quite exhausted. John
Walton closed the door.
sYou have had a hard struggle with
the storm, have you not?' he said.
II have indeed. I am chilled to the
bone"
'sCome in to the fire." and John threw
open the door of the sitting room.
He perceived that the stranger had
no overcoat and appeared thoroughly
chilled. Warm drinks were ordered and
in half an hour he was more comfort
able. He looked thin and haggard, and
his face bore the impress of dissipation.
He had more than once looked earnest
ly at John Walton. Finally he said
abruptly:
will you tell me your name? Your
face looks familiar"
my name is John Walton"
WHAT" said the other with a start.
"Did you live when a boy in the town,of
M"
Eyes, but I don't remember you"
81 am Oscar Ronalds," said the other
in a low voice.
SIS 1t possible?' exclaimed the three,
and they involuntarily glanced at the i'll
clad stranger.
81 see what you are thinking of. /
don't look much like the boy you used
to know. Ihaye been wild and extrav-
agant, and lost or squandered all my
property. I have gone down hi1l-you
have gone up"
81 am sorry for your misfortune, i" said
John. IF can be of service to you I
will"
II came here hoping to get the post Of
clerk, which I understood was vacant.
If ! had known you were here I would
not have come"
"And why?'
Because you cannot have forgotten
my i'll treatment of you"
sit is not forgotten but quite for
given,' said John Walton kindly. "Un-
consciously you did me a service. The
clerkship you seek is mine to bestow.
You shall have it, and I will guarantee
your good conduct. The salary will be
small, only $780,"
1T will be a fortune to me who am
penniless. God bless you, John Walton,
for you generosity. You shall not find
your confidence i'll bestowed"
/ have no more to tell, except then and
there began a new and better life for
Oscar, who was after a while promoted,
and now has amodest and cheerful home
Of his own with a good wife to add to
his happiness. And this was John Wal
tons revenge, a noble and Christian re-
venge, the only n worth taking for an
iniuru,