The Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly Magazine, June 1844: Volume 23, Number 6Various
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The Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly Magazine, June 1844: Volume 23, Number 6
Various
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'It's a hazardous business to leave you here. You can't be distrained on,
nor levied on, because you're exempt by law. So you are safe from
landlords and creditors; the law makes you exempt from being stolen too;
but thieves consider themselves like members of parliament, out of the
reach of law. There's the rub. You might be stolen; and I very much regret
to say, that the gentleman who should lay violent hands on you would walk
off with all my goods, chattels, lands, tenements, and hereditaments; but
I've no where to take you, and as I expect to sleep in this entry, you
must take your chance. So, good bye, old acquaintance, in case you and I
should never meet again.'
Having in a very grave manner shaken one corner of the counterpane, as if
it were the hand of an old friend, he gave his head a sudden jerk, to
settle his hat in the right place, and descended the stairs.
The task which Kornicker had imposed upon himself was by no means easy;
but firm in his purpose of fulfilling his promise, he shut his eyes to all
difficulties, and commenced his pursuit.
The first place to which he went was the prison, for he hoped that the
keeper of it might know something about her, or that she might have left
her address there, in case her father wished to see her when he was
imprisoned. But he was disappointed. They could tell him nothing, except
that Rust neither asked for her, nor mentioned her, and had always refused
to see her. She had never succeeded in gaining admittance to him, except
on the night of his death, when the jailer, a fellow unfit for his office,
for he had some human feeling left, unable to resist her tears and
entreaties, had let her in unannounced, as mentioned in the last chapter.
She had left the cell abruptly, had hurried off, and had never returned.
'God help the poor child!' exclaimed the man, as he told the story. 'Such
hearts as hers were made for heaven, not for this world. I have a daughter
of her age; and even if she had robbed a church, I couldn't have treated
her as that man treated his child.'
The man looked at Kornicker, as if to observe the effect of his last
remark; but probably that gentleman viewed the robbing of a church in a
less heinous light than the jailer, for he made no comment on it, but
after a pause said:
'So that's all you know?'
The man nodded.
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