Part 16 (1/2)

”Because there has been a robbery committed in his neighborhood,”

replied the magistrate.

He inquired what proof there was that Patrick had been concerned in it.

”None at all,” rejoined the mayor. ”But he is an old convict, and that is enough to condemn him.”

”It is _not_ enough, by any means,” answered Friend Hopper. ”Thou hast no right to arrest any citizen without a shadow of proof against him. In this, case, I advise thee by all means to proceed with humane caution.

This man has severely atoned for the crime he did commit; and since he wishes to reform, his past history ought never to be mentioned against him. He has been perfectly honest, sober, and industrious, since he came out of prison. I think I know his state of mind; and I am willing to take the responsibility of saying that he is guiltless in this matter.”

The mayor commended Friend Hopper's benevolence, but remained unconvinced. To all arguments he replied, ”He is an old convict, and that is enough.”

Patrick's kind friend watched for him as he pa.s.sed to his daily labors, and told him that he would probably be arrested for the robbery that had been committed in his neighborhood. The poor fellow bowed down his head, the light vanished from his countenance, and hope seemed to have forsaken him utterly. ”Well,” said he, with a deep sigh, ”I suppose I must make up my mind to spend the remainder of my days in prison.”

”Thou wert not concerned in this robbery, wert thou?” inquired Friend Hopper, looking earnestly in his face.

”No, indeed I was not,” he replied. ”G.o.d be my witness, I want to lead an honest life, and be at peace with all men. But what good will _that_ do me? Everybody will say, he has been in the State Prison, and that is enough.”

His friend did not ask him twice; for he felt a.s.sured that he had spoken truly. He advised him to go directly to the mayor, deliver himself up, and declare his innocence. This wholesome advice was received with deep dejection. He had lost faith in his fellow-men; for they had been to him as enemies. ”I know what will come of it,” said he. ”They will put me in prison whether there is any proof against me, or not. They won't let me out without somebody will be security for me; and who will be security for an old convict?”

”Keep up a good heart,” replied Friend Hopper. ”Go to the mayor and speak as I have advised thee. If they talk of putting thee in prison, send for me.”

Patrick acted in obedience to this advice, and was treated just as he had expected. Though there was not a shadow of proof against him, his being an old convict was deemed sufficient reason for sending him to jail.

Friend Hopper appeared in his behalf. ”I am ready to affirm that I believe this man to be innocent,” said he. ”It will be a very serious injury for him to be taken from his business and detained in prison until this can be proved. Moreover, the effect upon his mind may be completely discouraging. I will be security for his appearance when called for; and I know very well that he will not think of giving me the slip.”

The grat.i.tude of the poor fellow was overwhelming. He sobbed till his strong frame shook like a leaf in the wind. The real culprits were soon after discovered. For thirty years after and to the day of his death, Patrick continued to lead a virtuous and useful life; for which he always thanked Friend Hopper, as the instrument of Divine Providence.

THE UMBRELLA GIRL.

A young girl, the only daughter of a poor widow, removed from the country to Philadelphia to earn her living by covering umbrellas. She was very handsome; with glossy black hair, large beaming eyes, and ”lips like wet coral.” She was just at that susceptible age when youth is ripening into womanhood, when the soul begins to be pervaded by ”that restless principle, which impels poor humans to seek perfection in union.”

At a hotel near the store for which she worked an English traveller, called Lord Henry Stuart, had taken lodgings. He was a strikingly handsome man, and of princely carriage. As this distinguished stranger pa.s.sed to and from his hotel, he encountered the umbrella girl, and was attracted by her uncommon beauty. He easily traced her to the store, where he soon after went to purchase an umbrella. This was followed up by presents of flowers, chats by the wayside, and invitations to walk or ride; all of which were gratefully accepted by the unsuspecting rustic; for she was as ignorant of the dangers of a city as were the squirrels of her native fields. He was merely playing a game for temporary excitement. She, with a head full of romance, and a heart melting under the influence of love, was unconsciously endangering the happiness of her whole life.

Lord Henry invited her to visit the public gardens on the Fourth of July. In the simplicity of her heart, she believed all his flattering professions, and considered herself his bride elect; she therefore accepted the invitation with innocent frankness. But she had no dress fit to appear in on such a public occasion, with a gentleman of high rank, whom she verily supposed to be her destined husband. While these thoughts revolved in her mind, her eye was unfortunately attracted by a beautiful piece of silk, belonging to her employer. Could she not take it, without being seen, and pay for it secretly, when she had earned money enough? The temptation conquered her in a moment of weakness. She concealed the silk, and conveyed it to her lodgings. It was the first thing she had ever stolen, and her remorse was painful. She would have carried it back, but she dreaded discovery. She was not sure that her repentance would be met in a spirit of forgiveness.

On the eventful Fourth of July, she came out in her new dress. Lord Henry complimented her upon her elegant appearance, but she was not happy. On their way to the gardens, he talked to her in a manner which she did not comprehend. Perceiving this, he spoke more explicitly. The guileless young creature stopped, looked in his face with mournful reproach, and burst into tears. The n.o.bleman took her hand kindly, and said, ”My dear, are you an innocent girl?”

”I am, I am,” she replied, with convulsive sobs. ”Oh, what have I ever done, or said, that you should ask me such a question?”

The evident sincerity of her words stirred the deep fountains of his better nature. ”If you are innocent,” said he, ”G.o.d forbid that I should make you otherwise. But you accepted my invitations and presents so readily, that I supposed you understood me.”

”What _could_ I understand,” said she, ”except that you intended to make me your wife?”

Though reared amid the proudest distinctions of rank, he felt no inclination to smile. He blushed and was silent. The heartless conventionalities of the world stood rebuked in the presence of affectionate simplicity. He conveyed her to her humble home, and bade her farewell, with a thankful consciousness that he had done no irretrievable injury to her future prospects. The remembrance of her would soon be to him as the recollection of last year's b.u.t.terflies.

With her, the wound was deep. In the solitude of her chamber she wept in bitterness of heart over her ruined air-castles. And that dress, which she had stolen to make an appearance befitting his bride! Oh, what if she should be discovered? And would not the heart of her poor widowed mother break, if she should ever know that her child was a thief?

Alas, her wretched forebodings proved too true. The silk was traced to her; she was arrested on her way to the store and dragged to prison.

There she refused all nourishment, and wept incessantly. On the fourth day, the keeper called upon Isaac T. Hopper, and informed him that there was a young girl in prison, who appeared to be utterly friendless, and determined to die by starvation. The kind-hearted Friend immediately went to her a.s.sistance. He found her lying on the floor of her cell, with her face buried in her hands, sobbing as if her heart would break.