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Full Title	The New York Ledger, v. XIII, no. 21, August 1, 1857.
Contributor	Cobb, Sylvanus, Jr.
Date Added	18 February 2020
Format	Newspaper
Language	English
Publish Date	1857-08-01
Publisher	New York : R. Bonner, No. 44 Ann-Street
Source	Dime Novel and Popular Literature
Alternate Title	The New-York Ledger Bion, the Wanderer; or, The Faithless Guardian. A Story of Home, the Ocean, and Other Climes / by Sylvanus Cobb, Jr. Faithless Guardian.
Topic	Dime novels > Specimens. Popular literature > Specimens. Story papers > Specimens. New York County (N.Y.) > Newspapers. New York (N.Y.) > Newspapers.
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OCR J <a>) VOL. XII. a 2 hw THE DAUGHTER OF AN OLD SWEETHEART. BY oto. b PRESTICE, Tove theo, Juict, for thy mother's sake, (and wore young sald love ths fe thy own -Alresh ip thee her early charms ‘od aber wtcbericg are rows ts Uurown 5 Zitaware br eethood fates aa som ‘Hor many virtues in thy bosom g! ‘Thou art ax lovely, though not yet as famed, Page aber mage Torte bet tah ‘What oer} thy Roweo! Xvoowe he be ohm opts tet ae Be happier than the lot of those may your pats be beer, likethears, beset Ae srifes of Montague arid Capulet. his great prototype, thy Romeo, ve itenenied by bs pone rie y ‘And kindling with a poet’s fervid glow, ‘May fancy ho might cut thy beanteous frame to. ight sky—_ [ pald tho tribute of an humble lay ‘To thy fair mother ter bright, And now this humbler offering ‘To theo, ob, sweet young ape re detent. And may I not riny waters, ive vo makoriyun, dear ul today daughtors Enaterod according to Act of C 1957, 63 Hangs Bowe. Arie Glee Otero be buses rt for the Southern Districe of New ork, BION, THE * ANDERER ; THE PAITIILESS GUARDIAN. A STORY OF HOME, THE OCEAN, AND OTHER ‘CLIMES. BY SYLVANUS COBB, JR, 1@ springtime passed a ant ‘rents ankamp, winter and spring agi then summer i and flowers once m ame, with ite searing breath ; and ot winter followed as before, with its cold, white and intelleowall tures in tone and outline were perfectly harmonious, He p mother, with the stera, manly dignity of his Anglo Saxon father. And his mind was far from Among the first wt things fo te which te ad inquired, when he had hecor ome, were angery ‘ad procured them for him, and for a year or two be plod through little story-books, learni and gradually teaching her to read. ¥ wreot to Barmabas Laliimore, and stated her wish told him plaialy to Mr. Hunt ley, aud get the muonty cp ith whith to bre teach: “Lattimore meat and when he stated his errand, + the merchant was astonis! “Tnever heard of nh a thing,” h dove ao Bil he wats you to,” suggested the at But you asured me that this woman had a heart of iron.” : “So she has; but the heat of those two chil- Gren’s love has softened it amazingly. She'll be faithful, but she must have ber own way. She would throw up her cottmission to-morrow if you Pra she should Why-—notting ; only she Troula make a clea have noting to fens sorely you ea at object” But, the Yea the money i peated tone of cone ‘which he eouid not couccal “It must be bard for 3 more. We took some bank notes from his pocket-book, and passed them over. Margery wan aeaitel with & young Ieshimaa who tad been elvoated for th bat les had run 60 depts ito con wea that he = obliged to give up his life- plans. He was now engaged in attending a shoot ings wa boxing gallery, and rowtily consented, for ‘sam, to teach ie two ehildven. R. BONNER, cight yours old amt Margery had become #0| was engaged in in both the children, that ehe Fe made nl hear of something wor, if you | arme bao tea ing to some kind of an education, | bim ba Lattimore, ina | teri ‘you to take fifty dollars from | f EDITOR A: D_ PROPRIETOR, NO. 44 AN: STREET. n stood at twelve years of age, a better scholar “than most hoya are at that time of Hie ‘The tutor had learned to love wot his little pupils, aad he rendered them all the sistance that lay In his power. ‘The boy bad mastered the fundamental rales of arithmetic, and gone on through fractions to the more complicated work. He bad learned to write very wel } and, for some two years, he end Cora bad practi i i BION DEFENDING AUNT MANGERT FROM THE ROWDY, “You don't think it was my futher who brought me here?” “0-1 ow i But dou’t you know ho Ht wae’ Peoal at tell_ye anythin, Theat him ) Bion 5 Pp sively, directing their missive, of course, to each other. ‘There was another quality in Bion's character which bad been pretty well developed. One day, a drunken man made bit ¢ house, and demanded money of Margery. She did not kaow ized him as one who bad Shi ened violence, Bion w room, and quickly seizing the heavy oven-poker that stood close by, he placed bimself before his guardian. His dark eye flashed, and in his whole look and bearing there was somethi ing tb that a have daunted any- thing but superior 1@ man el and bade - | Thea he advanced, and, Pestng the ‘boy Tously aside, he grasped Barge o it eamedown it it struck the ruffian upon the top of the head and felled him quickly to the oor. Bion’ next movement mmct bis Utor just coming in. To bim be explained and the latter dragged came quite a pro ficient, too. joked with the ef flow toy noble Jearned very thankful I pieked you up and took gow fa hereto live with me?" he replied, promy “Why “That is true, Bion, but that isn't what I meant, pale an? 10 exercise, ye woulda’t here, In all proba- ang on would never have Lived to obs tral wiry hhad his uncle kept him and fed ad ments not over-heated ; his mind free from care ; and exercise in plenty. isto separ rind not seen all this. He raid the boy, after ebe bad told him aout ‘ie ests he enjoyed now, as compared wil his physical condition we she first found bim, “don't you know where saw is “ “NoT have no idea? and u) ‘you | for the smiles that made his life bright an: T came from when I came | ous,— Faght net my, Bion, V tT ve don yo T got ye a teacher, an’ ‘ree soca that ye bad ‘all ye wanted. gone away, ye'll remember me, and love me a little.” “0, Aunt Sargery, Teall Jove you a good deal,” | a cried the boy, earnest After this, Bion wn away to his chamber, with a momentous q juestion ur fe wished tok hat change wont band. He had heard noting airect but from agery's men ner, be knew that transpire,’ which would tuaterally aft him. Heal iti every look an ve all, it in the words she sitios oud came over hi oul and he felt unbop- py. At such times sweet Five be wore next his heart. He drew foe We Ny and opened it mother!” he erid, while the exprasion of g ‘upoa which be had often hung Lizey” were fami sounds; but whether iy lived with bis mother, or whether they had fallen in bis pathway since, ast before be lived with Margery, ory by the picture, an eee her now as he se her then, bail and Pars and kind, gente and uve warmth 10 what would hae beea otherwise cold and cheettes surround co war ove oer bright geal influence Cora with the orphan boy: the very life aking hours been Taal tune of study and Soren they were h laboring for the other's good an T hope, me darlin’, ’at whea ye're | tense they aid and they epoke not without read | another coffin, and it con! 2 PE TERMS, {iv abvasce- RANNCM, _ NO. 21. ys Tt “Velvet ottered Laftimore, in his bushed howl, “you are looking Gnely, Sir Christopher. “Tam, eb?” « . yer Body —very finely, apon my soul.” you've ircovered ed it replied Huot i. ‘aan, and wi toa of bite “But E have only Siew moments Have Zou ten the bey? “ Wal—ret—you ser bin,” td Tiley, a 0 Bervous, uncary ton he overcame, bow- ae a tow: “td you find him? boy—he looked at me—jumped—taraed pal doubled up bis little fais looked daggers,” What dye thnk he thougt = Wal he tought Tres the man who broaght bim there.” “Did he sy you were his uncle?” eried Hunt- ley, eagerty. “No—be hadn't any idea aboat any uncle, The ‘old woman's driven all fat out of bis head.” ‘The merchant felt easi “Did you tll him you were not the man? ho a “Of course I did. And yet he wouldn't believe tue Gl Margery bad ascued him tha [wasn't the Thew be asked me if he hadn't seen me be- i Margery backed me up, and the boy was satis fied “And you aro sure he has forgotten all about the old affairs?” * Yes uthy—don'temember abit thinks be ing Joy only in that whit could emndace tothe happiness of both. -y should love each other would only be a carcesity; the love they ne, one to , Was fardecper than child usually feel ; for in many respects they were chil a no mol cir understandings opened. 'y talked of thin e ken childbood, and many a eocial aad moral problean did they solve which might have given grave eu loyment to older heat Ts it a wonder that these two children talked of a love that looked away ‘into the foture for its fru- ition? Their tutor brought them the story of * Alonso and Melia,” and they read it with wildly beating hearts, The tale of true love therein pio- tured 0 vividly for youthful vision alfee te ¢ Porter, were Sevoured with in- daterest a and while Cora wer the love and devotion of true hearts Bion’s toul was anima ent desire to emulate the noble char- and achievements leas and Sir William Wallace. He looke: ra ax his to love and care for throngh fife, and she blesed bim from the very sept of her soul for bie devotion. ‘Many and mi they promise come What. might, whe tie laxied, they would love each other well and truly. They meant what ‘understand. Ra what was Chi ristopee Tantley doing al} sft to bi thia time? Ile elood at his desk in the counting- looked at hie ankcbook be They 8 boliced that is face was pale, and that bis aa though in paia ; but {ben that taigh be, pres of busta ees ; oF, it might be the death of ht for be had lost two, hild was a bo} and painfat | i "Dia he remember another little coffin which bore ig | that sume number i inetoen cronthe from that day he stood by y of his oon chil devs cen fod be bad fore i wel Hre read upon the plato—* Aged 4 yr. ont was not the Grst time he had thought of e fearful coincidence! He had thought of it ofa. ht of it when bis bright-eyed girl vas fi vi Bick; and he thought of it whea he died j and the thought bad been with him con- oval He bad one more child. It was a boy. and he three years a He seemed bealthy and rugged. And's0 had seem- ed, and yet they had been cutt ‘iow Could this living one eursive tha! fod? “Alas! the far dared not think The wife thought her Grband mocracd alone for the loss of m fr Tittle ones, and she tried to com- fort him; but could not reach the difficulty, for she Kew not its ea ne day, in early oo ing, Christopher Tiantley took bis way to the quaint old building near Wail vy is way ap to the dare ie otcat Barrabas Lattimore, and knocked at the door, The ‘k-* ed his visitor in, attorney answered the summons, and politely bow- Ware and The Scottie | be spered, a . Tt was] lo appear calm. “Tell me father wih ‘ete ci and its gleeeome pratile h towards things Ye're ale on that re, sir’ Awhile longer the two men talked, and then they went out together; and when they etopped it, residence of Margery Grutt She had been warned to bare Bion kept out of the way, for Chrietopher Hunth not sce him, thre tlk for long while gua when the mer- et book, returned, as he gave her it? to veut Huntley bank-not roll of *T never raed a poor oman, Christopher ‘huutley # ftarted hack, and turned ww the eur in ee oe oa the tremor upon ber Tin knew the change was coming? CHAPTER XIV. coumxctna tres! ~ Bion sat very till, and gazed eamestly into Margery's face.” He irenbled with epprebension, wat, | for he woe too well that the circumstance which could thus affect ber ot nt, must full heaxily on oa bis own sa Bion~me own darlix’—me good Bion,” che commenced, speaking in a tone she ad become ym long ure, Enow how old yore growd to be. Yere abig yy now, and old enough to be doin’ somethin? for yerelf.” “T koow it, Aunt Margery ; along while that you'd tell me cone. wy in sek “Yes—I know, Bion; but that ain't ik Be good, go for to bein’ naughty, now, and fusive! In this life, ye know, we must all meet wi’ cl it, and all bave do it, Tn course ye can’ t to allers tay . go “Twon't,” whi the boy, struggling bard once. I know you've got something. Ican im ree_ye can bear it, me darlin’, ‘cause yerw a good boy. "And thea ye ye wouldn't expect Wo live pie Biou- fas me breath ; and as coon as he ‘The yexped for could com tren his speech he ssked— “Was the dreadful locking man who was here fore ‘No, Bion—be was'ak the man at all. No, vo, iweanotber man altogether. He's been bee, ion came to—to—the maa who left ye here—years fago-—he bas been bere!” aera ld me But what did he come “Well, Bion—ye know what I told ye ya te good now. Ye know ye're gettin to be a oman topped and wiped her nose very in- ‘ously for the space of half a minute, of £0, ae the end of this operation she fai ‘know all he said!” boy, now. He said only for yer good, me dear boy. He com: Bre and Be idl Ten ye what be suid Tell me at goes At oy ering ime in sr O=I was a goin’ to oie s Bion, jot as could come to it aie sont at ire wih me any more! eile from bere el go to sca, He's cane for buck. By te crown, oniey, he's Xou uly pain me, a |

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