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sive rush of blood into the trachea, and died with her “Is there a race-horse in the city whose age you daughter clinging madly around her neck.

do n't remember? How long did it take you to kill Edward Evans, the gambler and man about town, your wife—do you know that? How long have you was alone with his dead wife, who, fourteen years been a drunkard and a devil ? How long have you before, he had persuaded to elope from her parents, eaten when your wife and child starved ? How long and to marry him. She had gone through every have you hid them where even I could not find gradation of suffering and poverty, and but for a them--can you tell me that, you decently dressed strange run of luck that he had had for two or three vagabond ? I'll warrant your wife is clad as warmly evenings, she would have died in that dark, cold in her grave as she was out of it.” room, alone with her child, and have been buried in Ned could answer nothing. He was a wretchPotter's Field. As it was, Evans had a basket of and he had the good sense to know it. He had not coal, a pound of candles, some food, and money to the slightest respect for himself, but he wanted his buy his wise a grave. And wretched as he was, we child taken care of; then, if he had a pint of brandy, must do him the justice to say that he was glad to be and six feet of rope, he thought he would comfort able to bury his wife decently. And he did it. himself with the brandy, and hang himself with the

And now he bethought him of her last request. rope; but then he had a great liking for cards and a He must make the effort to give away the child, who decent rig, and it is probable that while luck, or had clung to the corpse of her mother to the last mo- loaded dice, gave him broadcloth and brandy, he ment, and who had not seemed to see or hear at all, would have laid up the rope against a lack of since that mother was buried out of her sight. either, which he would have considered a decided

reverse of fortune. CHAPTER II.

"I promised my wise that I would give the girl 10 A patjent, plodding man was Charles Evans--a '

man you. If you will lake her, I will go to the South, who had made his own fortune, and was perfectly and never show my face here again.” sure that every man might do the same who chose “ What on earth am I to do with a child? My old to mind his own business and keep at work, and not blind aunt can't see to herself and me-how is she to spend money or time. He went 10 election and take care of another ? But it is a temptation to be voted, and went home without drinking a “ brandy. rid of you. How does the girl look ?" smasher," or a "whiskey-loddy.” He was a democrat

The father was again at a loss. when he had no property to proiect, and when he “Oh, you don't know-what color is Kenny's had acquired wealth, he had got in the habit of being horse, Eclipse? How many hands high is he, and a democrat—and his democracy was his religion, his how old ? How far can he run in ien minutes and Faith in Human Brotherhood. He immured himself thirteen seconds ?in a living tomb in Wall street all day, and worked "Once for all-will you take the girl ?" said the half the night at his home in William street, beside. man whose life was exhausted by dissipation and It was here that Edward Evans found him, the excitement into an apathy that resembled patience. evening after his wife's funeral.

“She will have to go to the Almshouse if you don't, “How are you, Ned?” said Charles, glancing at and your blood is in her veins. She is your grandhim to see if he were sober, and then continued to mother's grandchild." fold and direct letters, seeming a little nervous under "I would like you to be the only one of our blood The infliction of a visit from his worthless cousin. who should die in the Almshouse; but I say again

“I have been very unfortunate," said Ned, a good what am I to do with the child ? I can only take her deal troubled how lo penetrate his thick-skinned as a servani." cousin.

“ Make a slave of your own blood if you like,” “I never knew you otherwise,” said Charles, and replied the father, whose stupid apaihy was pierced he wrote on.

“She had better serve you than serve the “I mean, I have had the bad fortune to bury my devil. She is a good, serviceable child." wife."

“O, you know that, do you? No doubt you know “ Very good fortune for her," said his cousin, but all about that. Look you, Ned Evans, I owe you no he dropped his pen and regarded ihe weed on Ned's service. I have earned every dollar 1 have, whilst hat. “I did not notice that you were in mourning. you have squandered a fortune twice as large as mine, So Fanny is dead. It is a long time since I have of your own, and another for your wife, whilst you seen her. She died of a broken-heart, I suppose, you have been a sponge to soak brandy, a gambler and a will allow."

stool-pigeon for gamblers, and have made acquaint“She bled to death from her lungs."

ance with every horse-dealer and all the horse-flesh “All the same. Pity it had not been you." in the Union, and have murdered your wife by inches,

"I came to see you about the child. She wished till at the age of 29 years, an age when she should be me to give her to you."

as fresh as a new-blown rose, and with her fortune “To ME," said his cousin, starting with real living as well as any lady in the land, you have done astonishment. " What could I do with a child, and her the last and only kindness you ever did her-you a child who could never see her father again if she have bought her a pine coffin, and have seen her were to live with me. How old is she?"

buried. But though I know you ought to be hung, “I do n't justly remember,” said Ned.

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board a vessel bound for New Orleans, with your | infancy, and now the defect was much aggravated
passage paid, and take your child. You agree to go by her constant weeping. She was very timid,
to New Orleans. When once you are there, I have shrinking from every one. What had she ever found
no fear of you or your ghost ever appearing to me in her lot to assure her or give her confidence ?
again. On these conditions I will take the child." Poor, forlorn, ill-dressed, cross-eyed, red-haired,

“When must I sail for New Orleans? I'll go little one—all your defects are so many commendaafter Monday. The race with Eclipse and Black tions to Charles Evans. In the deep seläshness of Bess comes off then. I have agreed to ride for his benevolence he could love just such a child-one Kenny. I know the horse better than anybody else. whom others would only pity and never think of Besides, a fellow must keep his word.”

loving. And he felt a sort of secure property in her " Very good,” said Charles, after a moment's when he saw that no one else would be likely to care thought. “ You may break your neck, and save me for her; but he would be very certain not to let her the passage-money. I agree to that—any thing know that he had any kind feelings for her. He was

a scraggy limb of the law, and one would think that “When may I bring the girl ?"

all the sap of his life had been written out in deeds “ To-morrow morning at 6 o'clock.”

and documents that brought him dollars, and that all " That's too early to wake her," mumbled Ned. the warmth of his heart had been expended on the

" Then, or not at all. You can keep sober one Loco Foco candidates from his ward, district, city, night, and get up in decent season one morning in county, etc., etc., during the time he had been a your life, for the sake of getting your child a situa- legal voter, which had now reached the term of four. tion.”

teen years. He had amassed a large property, and If a particle of Ned Evans' old spirit had been left, had neither “chick nor child" to leave it to, as his this taunt of getting his daughter a situation would friends said, all and singular of said friends having have roused it. But his life was crushed He was made up their minds that he would never marry, hopelessly besotted and exhausted, though now he though he had only reached the mature and wellhad decent clothes, for which he had sacrificed the judging age of thirty-five. last remnant of decent feeling he possessed. These He liked to be thought well of, as who does not; clothes belonged to the keeper of the vilest Hell in and there was a delicate flattery to him in the thought New York; and Ned was his “decoy-duck," and that Fanny Evans trusted her child to him before did any job the fellow set him about.

any of her own or her husband's relatives. To any He was as craven before his cousin as possible. I one of these relatives he would have spoken of the He had one instinct of his nature left-he wanted to burden of bringing up other folks' brats, but in his provide for his child.

heart he thought "it was very wise, and well-judged, "I will be here at the time, so help me God," said and kind of Fanny, to leave the girl 10 me; and when he—and he kept his word. It was the last right act Ned is out of the way, I shall have nothing to interof his life. As if to make his cousin out a prophet, fere with my plans for the child's welfare." he rode Eclipse, and broke his neck in earnest, When Marie had set his waiter upon the table, she though not in “ sober earnest."

stopped and timidly raised her cross-eyes to Mr. When Charles Evans heard of it, he only said, Evans, to see if he wanted any thing more. "One poor devil less in the world;" but he mur- " Sit down, Marie,” said he. “I wish your name mured 10 himself, as he turned away, “Poor Cousin was Fanny, I do n't like fancy names and flummery." Ned!”

“I was named for my mother, Frances Maria," said she, in the sweetest and softest voice that Evans

remembered ever to have heard. Her voice peneCHAPTER III.

trated his heart--and then her name was Fanny. He “Send the little girl to my room to-night, aunty, had always cherished a cordial friendship and a true when you have made her decent. I must see what respect for her mother and he wished the girl to she is fit for, and what she looks like. Remember, bear her mother's name. she is to have good warm clothes, but no gew “I would like very much to be called Fanny,” gawry."

said the child. A18 o'clock precisely, Marie came into Mr. Evans's "Well, then, Fanny, how do you like your new room with a waiter, on which was spread the most home?" frugal sort of a supper. Rye bread and butter and “I am very glad of it,” said Fanny, and the tears black tea, it was his sovereign pleasure to be served filled her eyes. with at night.

“Don't cry—there's a good girl. Do you wish Mrs. Evans had had time only to extemporize an

to go to school ?" amelioration in the girl's dress. She was at that “I don't know how I would like school. My dear very awkward age when a girl is not a child or a mother always taught me." woman. She had a heavy burden of deep-red hair, “Well, you must go and see how you will get on. and all her bones showed through their scant cover

You will be a good girl, I dare say. You will obey ing of flesh—and they seemed hung on wires, and Mrs. Evans in all she asks of you. If you want any very loosely hung, too. Her eyes were a very deep thing, come to me. You will call me Cousin Charles blue, but she had been somewhat“cross-eyed” from when you speak to me, and Mr. Evans when you

speak of me. When you speak to Mrs. E. call her when relieved by his companion who tends it the aunty, and Mrs. Evans when you speak of her.” other hall, so Fanny was always very peaceful in

And thus litile Fanny began her life at her cousin's church, if she was not sleepy. I believe she had a comfortable home. When she was told of her conscience against sleeping, though what she kept father's death, she shuddered and felt relieved. Fanny awake for, perhaps she was not herself aware. But loved her mother as we always love when we have it was very exemplary of her, and very gratifying few objects for our affections to rest on. But with to good Mrs. Evans. the blessed faith of a child and a Christian, she believed she was now in heaven, where she would be

CHAPTER IV. perfectly happy forever, and she became strangely There are some good people who deny the dochappy in her new home. All her studies and occu. trine of total depravily, who do n't see how it is pospations were so many changing joys. From morn. sible for a man deliberately to be a hypocrite. They ing till night she was like some bright bird that knew say that a man can't live unless he has some good not where to bestow the fullness of its brilliant and in him. I shall not dispute with these worthy people, merry carolings. Everybody saw as the months because, in a free country, every man has a right to passed away, how she wound herself around the his own opinion, provided he does not happen to heart of Charles Evans; and the friends began 10 pro- think that he may buy tickets in lotteries out of Wall phesy that he would adopt her as his child, and make street, and appropriate his neighbor's goods without her his heir.

the formalities made and provided in the righteous Mrs. Evans was a woman of great goodness, very common law of our social code; but I must say that old, and very pious. She had now but one wish if goodness is necessary to keep people alive, some ungratified, and that was that Charles Evans and his folks have the gift of living on “small means;" and ward should be converted. This seemed a hard it becomes my duty to introduce a young gentleman matter to accomplish as far as Evans was concerned. eminently gifted in this particular. He was rather a hopeless subject, for he boasted that Sylvester Wilson was a young man who had a he was a temperance man, that he never drank any laudable wish for his own advancement, but, unsor. thing stronger than black tea, that he never chewed tunately for his piety, he was entirely indifferent to tobacco, took laughing gas, or went to a protracted the means that contributed to his getting ahead, promeering

vided the world made no complaint of him. The “Go to church with aunty enough to keep the opinion of those about him, with two-thirds the facts peace,” said he to Fanny. “You and I will not concealed from them, was a moral law for him, and quarrel about it as long as it tends to aunty's com- he had no other. His father was a bad, ambitious fort."

and unscrupulous man, and the hereditary trans“I would not like you to quarrel with me if I mission of qualities would have charmed Fowler, went for my own comfort,” said Fanny.

though the qualities proved that he was bad, born This touch of his own independence pleased him, bad, and had no business here" but 10 make misand le said, “Go along, you gipsy—thistles and chief. He was, however, an excellent dissembler, lilies never quarrel.”

and passed for a pious and exemplary young man, “ Red-haired girls are never lilies, though cross punctual at church, and designed for the ministry. cousins are very sharp thistles," said Fanny, who, a His family were friends of the Evans famliy. year ago, would as soon have indulged in repartee Well, mother, have you wormed any thing out with her cousin as the lily he likened her to. of old Aunty Evans about that red-haired horror's

* You have grown very bold, if not very hand. adoption ?" said Sylvester Wilson, to his mother one some,” he replied—and Fanny went to church with day, when she had been taking an old-fashioned cup her aunt. She was never disturbed there, however of tea with Mrs. Evans. much good Mrs. Evans prayed for such result. “How can you, Sylvester !" said his mother, a Some of her prayers had been answered. She had good deal disturbed. “ The child is very well, I prayed for many years that all the theatres might be am sure.” converted into cha pels, and at last one of them was, “Frights generally have good health.” and she had the pleasure of hearing the divine Mr. “I meant ibal she was very well-looking. She Kirchard preach in it, from Sunda to Sunday, and has changed much in the two years she has lived various week days and evenings beside. He was an

with her cousin. Her hair is deepening its color, earnest preacher, and it was surprising the quantities her eyes do not squint any more, and she is very of green tea, cayenne and cavendish that he con- plump and fresh.” verted into gospel. The ladies of his church pre

"All the better for me-fourteen, is she? She sented the pulpit with an elegant cushion and spit will get better still, perhaps, in two or three years. toon, and never mortal minister had more use for But about the cash, mother-will that old hunks of a both than the Rev. Mr. Kirchard. The way he beat cousin portion her? If so, I am bis man.” the cushion and filled the other article, when he

" Mrs. Evans thinks he considers her as good as alarmed the sinners, was plentiful.

his own child now," said Mrs. Wilson.

" You are But Fanny was never disturbed with the powerful to be three years in the University, my child, and preaching of the reverend gentleman. Like a ma you can't think of a wife till that time is past." who tends a saw-mill half the time, and sleeps soundly "I don't know what harm thinking is to do a


fellow. I am not in the University yet, and I do n't to overwhelm him with thanks, and tears, and crazy exactly see how I am to be there, unless I find a rejoicings. gold mine. If I could get employed to give lessons “Bless me, Fanny,” said he, "you had better to that fox-pate, I might earn some money, and make up your mind whether you are going to melt, borrow more, and get an education and independence or fly away, or go to a lunatic asylum; and when at last. One can't expect beauty and tin together." you have concluded, just come and let me know,

Success was all Mrs. Wilson asked for her son, will you? I can do without you till then.” and his life-plans did not seem to her at all profane. The next thing to the piano must be a music. And he succeeded in obtaining the place he sought. teacher. Young Wilson had played his cards skillHe gave Fanny lessons in music and mathematics. fully. He had interested Charles Evans in his for. It was a great triumph when Fanny got leave of tunes, and he engaged bim. from motives of bene. Cousin Charles to learn music. She had thought of volence, 10 teach Fanny. To do bim justice, he was a piano, and dreamed of one, and ibumped on one a good teacher. But Evans was cheated. He did that belonged to a young friend for a long time—but not think it possible that the fellow could have she had no idea of ever being the happy possessor of thought but 10 teach Fanny, that he might mend his a mine of music.

small means—a most praiseworthy object in the At Christmas, just about two years from the time young man, and one that Evans fell anxious to assist when she came to live with her cousin, she made a him in attaining. Though Fanny had grown very little “Christmas box” for her best friend. It con- pretty, and was daily improving, yet her cousin was tained a pair of slippers, a watch-holder, and a lamp- hardly conscious of it. He thought of her as a mere mat, all worked by herself. They had grown very child as she was, and a very ugly child as she had pretty under her skillful fingers, but the coarse been; and it never once entered his mind that any canvas had not changed more under her hands than young man could have designs upon the heart of she had changed since she had lived in this happy the little one. Young Wilson interested him, not home. And she was daily improving. When Charles because he knew him, but because he did not know Evans found this Christmas gift on his table, he re- him. He saw him struggling to get an education, solved to give Fanny just what she should ask for, and pay for it himself, and he was glad to have an and so he said, “I have only got you a book for excuse to offer him assistance. Christmas, Fanny, but if you think of any thing else Evans had small love for music, but mathematics that you want, you must tell me.”

was a pet of the first magnitude with him, and for “And will you really give it me?" said Fanny, the sake of this branch of study, he compromised and her deep-blue eyes seemed melting in their own and gave the girl her music. So he said; but the lustre.

truth was, he wished Fanny to be happy. And he “ To be sure I will, because I have said so." had his wish. The bird and the piano were all the

“Well, then, dear, good Cousin Charles, buy me time new, and she could never for a moment, asleep a piano."

or awake, cease to rejoice in either. She kept her “ Buy you a winter full of thunder storms-why word not to play when Mr. Evans was at home. you will bang me deat."

But then this was no great privation, for the bird “But not dumb, I 'll bet any thing—you will always sang like mad all the morning, and he went away be able to scold your poor Cousin Fanny. But I early, and she managed to tire herself so thoroughly shall play when you are away.”

during the day, that she was very willing to go “I rather think you will when you get a piano. patiently and quietly into figures for the evening. Why do you know what a deal of money one of Mr. Evans was quite satisfied, for as he said he saw those thunderers costs ?”

Fanny always at her “sums,” and never was disFanny began to be frightened. She did not know, turbed by drums or thunder. but she was really like the child who cried for the Wilson found himself of just as much social immoon. The lears came into her eyes as she thought portance to Fanny as a piano or an algebra. She of herself iwo years ago. She looked up at her would have been just as much interested in a calcu. cousin, with her grateful soul beaming from her lating machine; and if her piano could have taught beautiful eyes, and smiling through her tears, she her to play on it, she would have been neither beiter said, “Cousin, I was very wrong to ask such an im- or worse pleased than now. To be sure she was glad possible thing—will you buy me a canary-bird ?” when her Aunt Evans told her of the struggles of

“Do you give up all claim to the piano if I do?'' young Wilson to educate himself that she had him

“O, yes, to be sure. Please to forget it. Indeed, tor a teacher, but she never thought enough of him I did not mean to be a silly girl.”

to mention him to Mr. Evans; first, because she Thus ended the talk of the piano; but the next seldom needed his help in her mathematical studies, afternoon an elegant piano and a beautiful canary and of music she never spoke to her cousin. bird, were domesticated in Mr. Evans's quiet parlor- Wilson was prudent and careful. He had good and Fanny was perfectly wild with delight. That hope of getting into the University in time, of a was a wonderful era in her life-a time to date from pulpit, and a rich wise. No word, or look, or overt forever after--though Cousin Charles brushed her act ever revealed to Fanny or her friends, that he off as if she had been a whole swarm of black flies, had designs on the fortune of Mr. Evans, through a when she ran to his room, on his return in the evening, marriage with his ward. For months he labored

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assidiously, when an accident occurred that changed | cold chills, and all the concomitants of a bad fever the face of his fortune, though, perhaps, it did not about him. Thanks to the exhaustion of unremitting materially affect Fanny. A merchant uncle of Wilson, and most unreasonable labor, such as a great many who lived at New Orleans, found bimself in need of men perform who do the head-work for the headless an assistant, in consequence of failing health. He multitude, and thanks also to the lancet of a certain was a man of wealth, and Wilson considered his doctor, who held to letting the bad blood out of a fortune assured by this chance-and so the church man, and poisoning what remained 10 purify it, Mr. lost the chance of adding to her ornaments another Evans became dangerously sick. What an invaluable of those paste gems that bring the real jewels into treasure was Fanny now. Her foot was the lightest disrepute.

-her hand was the softest and coolest-her eyes

never closed in slumber, unless she left the best of CHAPTER V.

watchers in her place-and she threw quantities of Seventeen! sweet, gay, laughing seventeen had physic to the dogs, or some equally prudent place, come 10 Fanny-and she had never once thought of and she nourished the patient carefully when he getting married. Not she. She would have been began to get well; and at last, in spite of all the evils obliged to contemplate marriage as something that in the patient, and out of him, doctors and drugs inmust separate her from the only home she had ever cluded, she saw Mr. Evans convalescent. known; and she would as soon have stepped out of At lengih he came down stairs, and when he her skin some cold night, as have gone away from thought how long Fanny had left her piano locked, her dear friends. She liked everybody and loved and not even listened to her Canary, he asked her nobody, and wanted to hug the whole world, as she for a song. It was in very kindness to her, and in forcibly said, because she was so happy.

accordance with his benevolent character-for he “Christmas Eve, to-morrow, Cousin Charles; I thought that he disliked music, and it is probable that hope all my presents are purchased and directed.” he had the good taste to dislike the heathen discord

“And what are you going to give me, little Miss that had been christened music, where he had hapFairy?"

pened to be the victim. “ Myself, to be sure," laughed Fanny. “What The Battle of Prague, thumped with indenting else have I to give away?"

emphasis on a piano sadly out of tune, had given “No, that you wont. You will keep yourself for Mr. Evans his ideas of melody; and it is small some worthless fellow, I'll warrant."

wonder that he had as great dislike for music as pru“No, I thank you. I had rather be excused. I dent regard for his ears. intend to make your black tea as long as you live, if It was a great surprise to Mr. Evans when Fanny's you don't conclude to leave the tea out, and take melodious voice fell on his ear, appropriately acwater with me."

companied by the instrument, which was one of the "I tell you you will marry a scamp the day after you softest and sweetest in the world. He had expected are eighteen--that is the way with all the women." the Battle of Prague, and it seemed to him, so great

" There must be a prodigious number of scamps, was the contrast, like humming-birds amid the then, cousin ; and if you had only been one of them, flowers. you might have been happily married, instead of Fanny sung a song of her own composing, debeing the nicest bear of a bachelor at large.”

scriptive of her own life, first in its great sadness “I think I might get married even now, if I were and trials and deep grief with her sainted mother, only fool enough."

and then her bereavement, and then her adoption by " But as you are very wise, you shall be my her cousin, and the calm flow of her life since then. Cousin Charles, and nothing else—and I would not At the close of her song she alluded to her best exchange you for a pet porcupine. Don't you see friend's illness, and spoke of her joy that he was how I prize you? So do n't think of getting married now safely recovering. The song and the music -I should quarrel with your wife, to see which were her own, and they came from the depth of her should love you best; and that would be very incon-heart. The sad, sweet murmur of her soul's sorvenient for us all."

row in the first verses, was succeeded by the calm Christmas was a merry time at Charles Evans's. happiness and bird-like joy of the years passed in her The man of deeds and documents always relaxed cousin's home, and again the sorrowful noles spoke and came out of the world of business, or, as he said, of his illness, and the winged joy burst forth in the "allowed the world 10 mind its own business' at happy conclusion. Christmas and New Year. But something very It was a triumph to Fanny when she saw at the serious happened to Mr. Evans from this year's close of the piece tears rolling over Mr. Evans's Christmas merry-making. A pretty girl needed some face, and he said, with a voice rendered indistinct one to see her home, and glowing and perspiring by emotion, “Sing it again, Fanny”—and she was from the last game at “Blind Man's Buff,” Mr. only too happy to comply with his request. Evans allegded her on a bitter night, which made When the song was ended, he conquered his emohim run home as rapidly as possible, with chattering tion, and laughing through his tears, he said, teeth, and a chill that seemed to go quite to his heart. “ You shall be my nightingale, Fanny.” Next morning he awoke with a quaking headache

accept the appointment-what and pains through all his bones, and great heat and salary do you intend to give ?” said Fanny, as she

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