I've Been Thinking; or, the Secret of SuccessRoe, A. S. (Azel Stevens)
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I've Been Thinking; or, the Secret of Success
Roe, A. S. (Azel Stevens)
Conduct of life -- Fiction; Diligence -- Fiction; Success -- Fiction
Hettie read the little note, or, more properly, it was read to her. It
ran thus: 'Hettie, I want to ask your forgiveness, and to tell you that
I have discovered the paper.--D. Cross.'
'I think he had better come in,' said Hettie; 'there is business of
great consequence, which it is in his power to communicate.'
As David Cross entered the room, he paused a moment as his eye fell upon
the emaciated countenance of the still lovely girl. He then slowly
approached the bed, threw himself on his knees, and wept like an infant.
As soon as he could speak--
'Hettie,' said he, 'can you forgive me for my cruel wrong?'
'I have forgiven you long since, David; and have prayed that you may be
forgiven of God.'
'I can make but little reparation for the past; I have done all I could.
That paper is in the hands of Michael Foster; he holds it to extort
money from my father. To-morrow night a plan is laid to wrest it out of
Foster's power, and then it will no doubt be destroyed. Measures must
therefore be taken in the course of to-morrow, or it will probably be
too late. Spare my father, if you can; as for myself, Hettie, I leave
you now for ever. You and I will probably never meet again.'
Hettie cast a look of kindness at him as he left the room. Mr.
Rutherford had witnessed the scene at the bedside, and his feelings were
much softened towards the young man.
'You do not mean to go away while the tempest rages thus?'
'The storm is of little consequence to me, sir. I have communicated to
Hettie some things which concern you deeply; and all I have to say is,
that whatever steps you may take on the information she gives you,
cannot be taken too soon.' Saying this, he left the house.
CHAPTER XXX.
A change from terra firma to the restless ocean is sometimes pleasant,
even for its novelty, if nothing else--although none who try the
experiment but are completely satisfied that, so far as everything
connected with comfort is concerned, or real quiet of mind or body,
there is nothing like the solid earth. I must, however, ask my readers
to risk themselves with me for a short time on the ocean, and perhaps
they will the more readily do so, when I tell them that we are to be on
board the good ship Lady Washington, and under the immediate command of
our favorite Captain Sam.
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