Dime novels; Romances; Social classes -- Fiction; Young women -- Conduct of life -- Fiction
“Well, for thirty years I was faithful to my trust. Had any one told me
then that to-day I should be a thief, I would have felled him to the
ground and spurned him with my foot. Ten years ago a dear friend of mine
died, leaving his only child in my care, together with a property of
fifty thousand dollars. I invested it in what I believed to be a sound
concern, but in less than a year it failed, and my friend’s child was
penniless.”
“How sorry I am,” was Brownie’s simple comment, and deeply impressed in
the lawyer’s tale.
He smiled bitterly, but clasping her hand more firmly, went on:
“I then did something which was not right, but which I thought must
succeed, and everything would be all right again. I felt that I was
entirely to blame for the loss of my ward’s property, and that I was in
duty bound to replace it. I had no ready funds of my own, but I knew
that your aunt, with her vast wealth, would not miss fifty thousand
dollars for a little while, and I resolved to use it—speculate in what
promised to be a very successful operation, hoping thus to win back a
portion at least of what I had lost for my ward. I staked it and lost!”
“Ah!” ejaculated the clergyman, with a sorrowful shake of the head.
“Whew!” whistled the doctor.
“Horrid man!” breathed Miss Huntington, under her breath.
But Brownie only nestled a step nearer the poor man’s side.
“Driven desperate by this unfortunate circumstance,” he went on, with a
deep sigh, “I grew reckless, and invested a hundred thousand more of
Miss Douglas’ money, but again I lost. Then a bank where I had deposited
a very large amount of her funds suddenly suspended payment; but hoping
that all would come out right by and by, I kept all knowledge of the
difficulty from her. You know that the old lady loved the good things of
this life, and was not at all careful of the dollars; and she need not
have been, had I been faithful. But I continued to speculate with what
ready money I could get hold of, and, with her annual expenditure, her
thousands have melted into hundreds; and to-day, when she thought you
would inherit at least a million, I have to tell you, that if I pay the
debts and the legacies to the servants, there will not remain sufficient
to feed you for a year. I, who always prided myself upon my integrity
and my incorruptibility, have forfeited my character for probity and
honesty, and stand here before you a criminal worthy to suffer the
extent of the law.”
He paused for a moment, but as no one spoke, he continued:
“This is my confession; and now I surrender myself into your hands, to
do with me as you will. I had no right whatever to touch a penny of your
aunt’s money. I was deeply distressed at the loss of my ward’s property,
but I ought to have stopped there. However, having once failed of
success in using Miss Douglas’ money, I kept on, hoping, in my
desperation, that some favorable turn in fortune’s wheel would enable me
to replace everything.”
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