Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 365: what you’re looking at

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gure you come to see us soon; it seems good to meet ing with real pleasure at her outspoken cordiality. low his companion to their boat, which lay at the ee eee de ee “Yes, thank you, I intend to do so. I hope that Mrs. and Miss Stewart are both well.” “Yes, mamma aud Helena are always well. We live at Crescent Villa, and you can easily fiud it. | But—you were going out fishing,” she interposed, as_ the old sailor, his companion, seemed to be growing impatient of delay, ‘‘and I must not keep you. Be. a friend from home.” “Thank you again, my little friend; ‘it is certainly very pleasant to me to receive such a hearty greetiug jin a strange land,”’ replied Mr. Osborn, his eyes light- Then he bade her good-morning, and turned to fol- landing only a few steps below. | “T think he is just as nice as he ean be,” Belle said, as she went back to her friend. “Who is he?” Marie asked. A geutleman from New York, where we used to live. His father was thought to be very rich a few years ago, but he died very suddenly, and everybody was amazed to learn that his wealth was a delusion, But young Mr. Osborn was so brave about it that I just wished he had been my brother, so that I could ave shown people how proud I was of him. He gave up everything, even to his own diamond studs, and then, to support his other and sister, Went as a book-keeper into Macy’s—that’s a great store souie- thing like Peter Robinson’s in London. But people who had inade a pet of him when he was rich dropped him, all of a sudden, as if he had committed an outrage against society, instead of being just the grandest, noblest fellow among, them all. L don't understand things,” Belf@'SoRrtwieed,