Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1901-08-15
/ the boy thought. But he was willing

Hob III lilHt 10 prevent MS nearing
the gentleman remark TO the bystand-
ers: He is only a washerwoman's
son.
"'Only washerwoman's sonl What
did the gentleman mean? thought the
lad, as he retired to a remote corner
of the wharf, where he sat musing,
with his feet in the water and his
newly acquired wealth Rugged up in
his hand"
"Ibrahim, who was the lad? Please
tell me"
Ibrahim, whose face had grown
stern and hard, motioned Lillian TO
keep silent and continued:
after a long meditation, the boy
took his fortune, apples and all, and
went home. He showed the money
to his mother, and told her how he
had gotten it; but he did not tell her
be had learned that he was only
washerwoman's son.
"The next morning that boy went
out into the world with peddler's
pack. His mother, a Jewess, helped
him to select his vocation and his
goods. At l6 he set sail for Australia,
with his mother for a companion"
As Ibrahim proceeded with his story
his countenance grew gradually more
stormy; but, save for an occasional
sarcasm, there was no hint of it in
his voice or language. A fearful dread
was pictured in the countenances Of
his hearers. After pause, he contin-
ued:
There is no need TO recount the
boys struggles. Success unhoped foI
crowned his efforts, and he is now one
Of the wealthiest men in either Mel.
bourne or New York. in both Of which
places he has large interests. When
that lad, now a man, came back &c
New York il was with purpose. For
this reason he prepared TO take and
to keep the place in social life 70 which
his wealth assigned him. This was
not difficult. for 70 his Jewish blood
was added that OF a sociable, bright.
witted Irishman, who had bequeathed
TO his son only these qualities.
"You viii understand that II took
this man but a short time to discover
the parents of the child he had saved
at the Brooklyn ferry, when | tell yor
that he still had the old poeketbook
| and the card il contained in his pos.
session. He found the little girl. now
grown into a beautiful and accom-.
plished woman, and Immediately set
| himself to win her love; not for heI
beauty. not for her wealth, not for her
goodness. but for his own sweet re.
yenge. Now, Lillian, / am ready &c
answer your question, and to tell you
that that lad was Ibrahim, and that
YOU were the little girl
The speaker paused. Anguish was
written upon the faces Of the lngrams.
Lillian uttered no word. She contin-
ued in the same stony posture, and
stared in the same stony stare. Ibra-
him looked anxiously in her direction.
Seeming to be satisfied on her ac-
count. he drew from his pocket two
purses, one old and dingy, the other
new and shining. Stepping to the side
of Mr.. Ingram, he said:
"Mr. Ingram, here is your money
hundredfold. and in new purse.
The old one shall retain because
nv vow was laid upon il. That vow
is paid, and the 'washerwoman's son
is now your equal"
Ibrahim took his place aside. and
regarded the family whose various
members sat like persons under some
| hidden spell. BY degrees the anger
and bitterness died out Of his face,
and the sunny smile that he had in
berited from his Irish father came TO
take its place.
That smile seemed to bring life back
70 Lillian's frame. She rose with the
| dazed air OF one coming out of a trou-
bled sleep. With swift strides Ibrahim
came TO her side; but he did not touch
her outstretched hands.
LILLIAN" he said, lit has been q
cruel torture, but / had vowed to do
IL. and | never broke a vow. vowed
in spite TO win your love, and have
done 1t. Fortunately for me, my VOW
went no farther, and the beauty and
goodness of the woman that has
grown out of that little girl ! saved
have won my heart"
She put out her hands again, and he
/ took them as he resumed:
"My love, are you willing to become
washerwoman's daughter, and to
have that woman in your home?"
i
On a sunny ST. Valentines morning,
when the frost-gems ieweled all out
of-doors, Ibrahim welded the woman
he had won from spite, and the wash
erwoman" took her new daughter in
her arms and class and wealth were
| alike oruotten.-Radford Review.
Knew Him by His Ducks.
The custom of knowing a man by
his fruits is exemplified in the case
OF an artist of considerable reputa-
ton. who has been in the habit OF
spending his summers in cultivating
a farm in New England. As there IS
a large pond on the place. he has