The Editha Series
NEW EDITION, 1906
1 Editha's Burglar
2 Pinocchio's Adventures
3 Burglar's Daughter
4 J. Cole By Gellibrand
6 Miss Toosey
7 A Child's Garden of Verses
8 Little Rosebud
9 Wonder Book Stories
10 The Golden Apple
11 Little Lame Prince
12 Sleeping Beauty M
13 Adventures of a Brownie
14 The Pygmies
15 The Brownies
16 Cuckoo Clock
17 Christmas Carol
18 Jackanapes By Ewing
19 Alice in Wonderland
20 Rab and His Friends
By Dr. John Brown
21 Through a Looking-Glas
By Lewis Carroll
22 The Prince of the Pin Elves
By Charles Lee Sleight
23 Snap-Dragons and Other
By J. H. Ewing
24 Madam Liberality
By J. H. Ewing,
25 Millicent in Dreamland
By Edna S. Brainerd
26 Flower Fables
By Louisa M. Alcott
27 The Legend of Sleepy Hol-
By Washington Irving
28 Lives of Two Cats
By Pierre Lod
29 Wonder-Box Tales ..
.By Jean Ingelow '.,
30 Boss and Other Dogs, '.',
By Maria L; Pool'
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EDITH A SERIES
or, A True Heart
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THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER
A TRUE HEART WINS FRIENDS.
"PAPA wishes to see you in the study before
our guests arrive," said Mrs. Weston, entering
her little daughter's room.
"Yes, mamma, I wonder what he is going to
'Run and see, love," answered her mother,
."Well, you come, too, mamma."
So down-stairs they hurried to the study.
"Ethel," said papa, "I have bought you the
silver work-box you wanted so much, and I am
Mure my little daughter will make good use of
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Oh, thank you, papa," exclaimed Ethel,
"how good you are to me I am so happy!"
"Come, come, now," said her mother, laugh-
ing, you will forget all about your guests in
making pretty speeches to papa;" for this was
Ethel's tenth birthday, and she had invited her
little friends to a party given in honor of the
Everything was ready, the table spread with
good things to delight the heart of every one,
and Tom, the old butler, was on hand to serve
the little guests with as much ceremony as he
Ethel was dressed in a lovely new gown of
white muslin, with little bows of pink falling
from the waist to the bottom of the hem. Her
bright golden hair was tied with ribbons of the
same color, and she made a very pretty picture,
as she stood waiting with mamma to receive her
guests at the drawing-room door.
Just then the bell rang, the guests began to
arrive, and Ethel was made busy welcoming her
little friends, thanking them for their good
wishes and thoughtful presents.
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Among these were a pair of skates, a mando-
lin, a lovely gold ring, and many other beauti-
ful things. Ethel was bewildered and delighted.
The children played games, some played on the
piano, others danced, and our little hostess, with
great dignity, talked first with one, then another,
seeing that all were having a social time.
"Oh, Ethel, I am very glad you got the
skates you wanted so much," exclaimed May
Brown. "I do hope my mamma will let me
have a pair."
"Won't we have a good time this winter ?"
chimed in Maud Fletcher, with visions of glitter.
ing ice fields.
"Yes," answered Ethel, we must all learn to
skate. Mamma says it's great sport, and I think
we ought to form a kind of club or something."
Then they all laughed, and clapped their
hands. "Oh, goody, goody, fancy our having
a skating club just like our mammas have their
"I guess we wouldn't be big and old enough,"
said shy little Hattie Jones; "anyway, we will
ask Mrs. Weston and get her advice."
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Here lunch was announced, Mrs. Weston play-
ing a lively tune on the piano, and all the happy
little ones marched into the dining-room, Ethel
leading the way. She took a seat at the head
of the table, where she could see that every one
had a generous helping of cake, ice-cream, candy,
It was a happy hour.
Suddenly loud voices were heard in Mr. Wes-
ton's study, where he was busy preparing notes
for his work as night editor of a newspaper.
Ethel heard the voices; they made her heart
flutter. What could they mean ?
Come now," said. a strange man, it is use-
less for you to make any resistance, Mr. Weston."
The word "useless" startled the little girl.
She wondered who could dare speak like this to
papa, but she did not forget her duty to her
guests, and increased her efforts to please and
All the other girls were laughing and en-
joying themselves. She stepped aside to listen.
Presently her quick ear heard the front door
close, and a carriage drive rapidly away. She
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heard the servants running back and forth to
her mamma's room, talking in hushed voices.
What could such things mean! Was her
father in trouble ?
The feast being over, the little ladies returned
to the drawing-room, and renewed their games,
but our little hostess had somehow lost heart.
So after another half-hour of merriment, the
girls began to leave, declaring the party the
loveliest of their lives, and wishing Ethel happi-
ness in many ways.
When at last Ethel found herself free, she ran
to her mother's room and knocked once, twice,
but without response.
"Mamma darling, it's Ethel; may I come
The door opened, and Ethel saw her mother
unconscious on the couch, with a maid attending
"Hush, Miss Ethel," said the maid, "you
must not make any noise to disturb your mamma.
She is very ill, and the doctor is coming directly."
A look of wonder and distress came into Ethel's
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What made my mamma ill, Kate, and where
is papa ? she asked, hurriedly.
"Your papa went away with two men, and
your mamma fainted," the girl tried to explain.
Her mother moved.
"Oh, come quick, Kate, mother is opening
her eyes. Speak, mamma, do you know me?"
Yes, darling, I know you," said mamma,
feebly, "but you must leave me now, and go
to bed early to-night. To-morrow, when I feel
better, I will talk with you."
But where is papa gone ?" asked Ethel, still
wondering how all this trouble came.
"I cannot tell you to-night, Ethel, so now
you may kiss me and come to me early to-mor-
row morning. This is the only way you can
help me now, dear, I am ill."
What a sad ending to such a delightful birth-
day Her thoughts ran over the events of the
party, -the hours of happiness ending with
grief. She prayed earnestly, with all the inno-
cence of childhood, that everything might end
well, and in the peace that came with this
simple trust, she fell asleep.
WHAT'S THE MATTER LITTLE BOY?" SHE ASKED.
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Early next morning she arose, dressed'hur-
riedly, trying all the time to overcome a feeling
of sadness, that forced itself upon her, when she
recalled what had happened last evening.
She crushed down her fears, and ran to her
mother's room. A white face met her there.
Good-morning, mamma," she said, pleas-
antly, I hope you are well this morning."
Her mother held out her arms to her.
"Yes, thank you, love, I feel much better
than I did last evening, and now my little
girl shall sit with me and we will have a good
long talk together.
"In the first place," began Mrs. Weston,
"you must show me you have courage, for what
I am going to tell you will be as great a shock
to you as it is to me. I will tell you all, for
we must fight the battle of life together now,
and learn to comfort each other. You may be
all that- is left to me." The words trembled.
Ethel had never heard her mother speak in such
a tone before.
Ethel's blue eyes were fastened on her
mother's face, and Mrs. Weston's heart failed
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her for a moment, as she realized how this
young life must be darkened. Yet, much as it
pained her to make the revelation, she thought
that her daughter had better learn the truth
from her than from a stranger. So she nerved
herself to explain the mystery of the past
"I always supposed," resumed the mother,
"that your papa owned a large interest in the
newspaper for which he chose to be night editor,
and that he was a rich man. We had every-
thing we 'wanted, and as I did not concern
myself with money matters, I never asked him
where all of our valuable diamonds and other
presents came from. I believed that they were
honestly earned; but everything was made plain
last night, although what has happened is
almost too terrible to believe."
She was unable to speak for a time, but she
It seems that many of the nights, when your
papa was supposed to be at his office, he was
stealing into the homes of wealthy people, taking
their money and any valuables that he could
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turn into money. In fact, dear, he is I am
ashamed to tell you- a burglar."
The child did not appear to fully understand
the disgrace of the situation, and was silent, so
Mrs. Weston resumed:
"Although this is a very great fault," she
was about to say crime," yet I cannot wish
you to dislike papa, nor to lose hope for him, for
certainly he was kind to you and me. Let us
rather believe he must have been strongly
tempted in some way, and let us never give up
hoping that he may sometime become an honest
They sat together, very still. Ethel began to
cry, but as she saw the tears come in mamma's
eyes, she wiped her own, and said, resolutely:
"I shall always love my papa, and I will
never believe he is a very bad man. Some-
thing may have led him astray. But, oh!
mamma, do you suppose he could have taken
my silver work-box from anybody's house? I
never could keep it if I thought that."
No, dear, you need have no doubt about the
box, for I was with papa when he bought that
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at Hill's. So cheer up and be as strong as you
can, for I must tell you something more. I had
Showed last night there might be some mistake
when he was accused, but I see by the morning
papers that papa has confessed his wrong-doing.
Now, we must sell everything in this house to
pay his debts, so that it will be easier for him.
Do you understand, dearie.?"
SEthel saw poverty before them; she saw that
they must become like other poor people, but her
heart should be true.
Yes, mamma, please go on; I can bear what
you can bear."
"We must move into some inexpensive place,
where we will furnish a room or two, as cheaply
as we can. So. you see, Ethel, you must be brave
to help me."
The little girl's face showed a sudden resolu-
tion. Of course I want to help you, mamma;
but who will buy all of our things?"
I have sent for a man who will attend to
that. We will now have breakfast, and 'then I
will go with you to school, to inform your
teacher you will not come any more."
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This was a hard hour. Life indeed had changed
from the day before.
Very well, mamma," said Ethel, but her
school was very dear to her, and she felt heart-
broken at the thought of leaving it. Excusing
herself, she ran to her room and gave way to
bitter tears.' "Now," she said to herself, "I
must take papa's place, and help mamma; so
surely I must not let her see my sorrow at part-
ing with my teacher and schoolmates."
She returned to the dining-room, making a
good attempt at cheerfulness. She was facing a
new world now. She had never felt the need of
"I have ordered the carriage for the last
time, dear," remarked mamma after breakfast.
They were soon ready for their sad drive to the
"To Miss Hall's school, John," said Mrs
Weston, and a pang shot through her heart as
she thought of the first humiliating interview,
because their disgrace was now publicly known.
The streets were filled with excited voices.
" Morning papers," shouted a newsboy, "all
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about the capture of Weston, the gentleman
burglar." A like cry was heard from other
The coachman looked back. The blood
mounted to the faces of mother and daughter,
and Mrs. Weston thought if Ethel could only
be spared this her own heart would have been
stronger. Her child's father's name a byword
on the street!
Listen, mamma," said Ethel, "can they
mean my papa?" That was a moment the
child could never forget.
"We will not stop to listen now. See -
here is the schoolhouse."
With heavy heart Ethel walked up the old
familiar steps with her mother to her own class
coom, and knocked gently on the door. The
resolute look came back to her face.
Mamma," she said, to show you my cour-
age, I myself will tell Miss Hall I am going to
The door opened. "Good-morning, Ethel,"
Aaid Miss Hall, coldly, "you are very late this
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"What made Miss Hall speak in such a
strange voice ?" thought Ethel. The girls, too,
why did they not notice her instead of keeping
their eyes so intently on their books, or glancing
at her shyly ?
"I have come to tell you, Miss Hall," re-
plied Ethel in a clear voice, "that I shall not
be able to attend school any more."
Her poor little heart beat heavily, and a great
lump came into her throat. She seemed chok-
"Indeed," said Miss Hall, "of course we are
"very sorry, but under the circumstances you are
acting for the best. You both have our sympa-
The words were kind, but there was cold
sympathy in the tone.
Ethel's face flushed, but Mrs. Weston paid
Miss Hall.the small amount of'tuition due, and
they went out in silence. They felt that the
world's heart was withdrawn from them.
"Just think," said Ethel, as they were seated
in the carriage, not one of the girls smiled, or
recognized me, and how distant Miss Hall was.
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We have done nothing wrong, mamma. I would
pity another little girl like me. [s all the world
like that ?"
"Never mind, darling," replied her mother,
"you are very young to have such a bitter les-
son. When trouble comes, some friends avoid
us, but not all. There are true hearts in the
world. Real friends should always be true to
those in trouble, and I am sure your school-
mates will be sorry they did not. give you a
When they arrived home, they found there a
strange man, who had been through all the
rooms, and who asked Mrs. Weston many ques-
"Everything will be taken away in three
days, madam," he said. "Hello, little girl," to
Ethel, pinching her cheek with his rough fingers.
I am not a baby, sir," retorted Ethel, sharply,
in a tone of self-respect, at which the man
laughed rather sheepishly, and left the house.
The incident would not have occurred the day
Mrs. Weston called together the servants and
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explained that they could be kept no longer,
and they went away very sadly, seeking employ-
ment elsewhere. The poor pity the poor, and
they pitied the helpless wife.
After everything was sold, except a few keep-
sakes which Mrs. Weston had before her mar-
riage, and Ethel's precious work-box, and the
debts had been paid, Ethel and her mother went
out looking for inexpensive lodgings.
They tried door after door, wherever they saw
the sign Rooms to Let," only to hear the rent
was too high, and to have people stare and
wonder at their refined manners. Indeed, the
shrewd landladies often made the price of their
rooms a little higher than usual on account of
the appearance of the applicants.
It was indeed a changing world that the two
IN the afternoon of their second day of room-
hunting their attention was attracted by a little
boy crying pitifully. The case of sorrow touched
IJrs. Weston's heart." What is the matter,
little boy?" she asked.
"I run'd away and now I tan't find my
mamma," cried the poor little fellow.
"Where do you live, dear ?"
"At 29 D- Street," stammered the boy.
Why, that is just around the corner," said
Mrs. Weston. Come with us, and we will take
you home to your mamma."
The boy's face cleared, and he was prattling
happily when they reached his home.
A neat-looking German woman appeared at
the door. "Is this your little boy?" asked
Mrs. Weston. But the little fellow ran in,
the moment the door opened, so his mamma
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thanked them and declared dat leetle poy vas
alvays running avay."
This was an odd incident, but was not without
"By the way," said Mrs. Weston, "do you
know where we can get a room around here ?"
"Why, I haff got von myself to let," she
They were shown into the house, and liked
the room, which was within their means, and
the next day found them comfortably settled, -
but how' unlike was all this new life to their old
For the first week everything went well.
But one morning Mrs. Weston awoke with a
severe headache, and she had to keep her bed
all day. Ethel's opportunity came now. She
showed herself a real little woman. She took
as it were ten years upon her life. She waited
upon her mother, bathing her temples, made
tea, and insisted that mamma should drink it.
She read aloud to her patient until the latter
But the next morning mamma was worse,
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and Ethel knew she must go for a doctor. She
wondered if the price for the doctor could be
spared out of their hoard. She was facing new
heartaches every hour. A doctor she must
have, so she asked Mrs. Heintz to direct her to
a good man. She was dealing with new people
"Vell," said the good woman, "you go down
to the corner, and turn to de lef', and dere you
find Doctor Clifford. He vas very good doctor."
Ethel hurried off to the doctor's office, and
rang the bell several times. How slowly the
door seemed to open! A servant stood there.
"Please, ma'am, I want Doctor Clifford, my
mamma is very ill."
"The doctor has been out all night, miss,
and is just going to lie down to rest," said the
Oh, I must see him, just think of my poor
sick mamma! exclaimed Ethel.
The maid was about to send the child away,
when the doctor passed through the hall, and
Ethel, catching a glimpse of him, rushed past
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"Oh, please, Doctor Clifford," she pleaded,
"will you come to see my sick mamma ? It's
only a little way, and she is very ill."
Accident sometimes directs us to true friends
in the time of trouble. It was so now.
"Why, I am sure I can't refuse you, dear,"
said the kind-hearted man, gazing at the little
girl in trouble.
Putting on his hat, he took the child by the
hand, and together they started for the sick
On the way the doctor asked many questions,
as he felt the little hand in his own, and
learned a good deal about the misfortunes of
Mrs. Weston, and his heart was filled with ad-
miration for the sweet little maid, whose only
thought was, How could she help her mother ?
"Where is your father, my little girl ?" asked
"He is in trouble, sir, but mamma is not to
I pity folks in trouble," said the doctor.
"Are there many little girls in trouble?"
asked the child.
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".Yes, yes, the world is full of trouble, little
girl." The doctor felt the child's hand quiver,
and that sympathetic quiver went to his heart.
He tightened the grasp on her hand. "I will
do all I can for you, little one, I will be your
There are moments in which these words are
the sweetest in life. Young as she was, Ethel
felt their force, and had gained new courage by
the time they reached the house.
Ethel went in first, and after a moment
turned to the doctor and said, "Mamma has
fallen asleep, sir, so will you please sit down,
and wait until she wakes up ? "
The words went to his heart. He smiled at
the remark, for Ethel had not the least idea of
the value of his time, but he became very sober
when he felt his patient's pulse.
Have you any one to help you take care of
your mamma ?" he asked.
"No, sir, nobody but Mrs. Heintz, who is
always busy, but little Freddie helps me some-
times. Would you like him now?"
"No," said the doctor, "I don't think we will
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want Freddie, -in fact, I must tell you, your
mamma is very sick indeed. She has had a
severe shock, and you will want some one who
will know when to give her the medicine. She
must be very quiet and -"
"Oh, sir, I can take care of my own mamma,
and I will do everything you tell me. Mrs.
Heintz will stay here while I go for the medi-
cine, and I don't want anybody else, because,"
she declared, becoming very red in the face, "I
am afraid we haven't money enough to give any
one for staying with mamma."
"Well, I will try you until I come again,"
said the doctor. You must get this prescrip-
tion filled, and give it as directed."
He trudged along home thinking of this
beautiful child, and promising himself to return
later in the day.
When the doctor had gone Ethel went to the
little box mamma kept their money in, and -
could this be ? it was empty! What should
she do to get the medicine ?
She must ask the druggist to give it to her,
and pay him when her mamma got well. Call
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ing Mrs. Heintz to stay with her mother, she
ran to the store.
Please, sir, my mamma is so sick she can't
talk, and I don't know where our money is, but
if you will give me this medicine I will pay you
when she gets better."
"Very sorry, but I can't do it," replied the
clerk, my orders are 'no money, no medicine.' "
Poor Ethel was mortified, but replied, bravely,
"Indeed, sir, my mamma has the money to pay
you, but I don't know where it is."
"That don't help the matter," returned the
clerk, "the boss don't allow me to trust
"I THINK I CAN SELL THE PIECE OF JEWELRY
FOR YOU," ANSWERED THE DOCTOR.
THE little girl ran home and told Mrs. Heintz
all about the refusal.
Veil, dat's all right I gif you some money
-if you vas sure your mamma has it some-
vere," she said.
Ethel did not like the way the offer was made,
so she suggested Mrs. Heintz take a ring she had
admired in return for the money.
So this first sacrifice of one of her treasures
being agreed upon, Ethel ran again to the drug-
store, and this time obtained the precious medi-
cine which would make her mamma quite well.
She had faced her first moneyless hour.
When she returned home, she found the doc-
tor there, and her mamma seemed to be awake.
She ran toward the couch, but the doctor raised
his hand -
Quietly, dear, you must not excite her and
do not talk to her at all. You may hold her
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hand if you wish, and when she is better I
will tell her what a little jewel she has for a
Ethel's face flushed. Her heart glowed. She
recalled his words, "I will be your friend."
After leaving directions the doctor left her
with a hearty "Good-night, little one; God
Mrs. Weston was paralyzed. Her anxiety had
taken the life from her nerves. As she slowly
came to herself, her one comfort was to feel the
little hand in her own.
Many long weeks passed before she was able
to sit up in a chair, and even then she was very
feeble, and her mind seemed to be in a dazed
By this time all the money which Ethel had
received for her little treasures was gone, and
she was discouraged. She must ask help. Doc-
tor Clifford continued to call every day, often
bringing fruit or other delicacies. One morning
he came a little earlier than usual and found
Mrs. Weston crying pitifully. Ethel had gone
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He tried to be cheerful. "Well, well," he
said, "what is the matter this beautiful morn-
ing, I do not remember prescribing crying,
"I did not expect you so early," replied Mrs.
Weston, "but I want to take this opportunity
to thank you for your great kindness to us. I
must own we are at the end of our resources
except a few sacred things. I am going to ask
you to dispose of a valuable locket for me for
whatever you can get for it. I am sorry to
trouble you, but I have no one else to whom to
go and I am very anxious to pay our rent and
your own bill, too. Everything seems going
"I think I can sell the piece of jewelry for
you," answered the doctor, "but as for my own
pay, please don't mention that until I send my
"I promised the little one I would be her
friend. Friendship means much to me," he con-
tinued. "Do you think you would like to do a
little plain sewing ? My wife belongs to a soci-
ety that does sewing for poor children, and she
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has more than she can do. It would bring you
some money, and I am sure you would feel
better if your mind was occupied."
"That is very kind of you, sir," replied Mrs.
Weston. I would like to try it, and Ethel will
go for the work to-day, if you wish."
"Very well, I will now visit my friend, the
jeweller. Who knows but I may have lots of
wealth for you when I come again."
Mrs. Weston awaited Ethel's return.
"I have good news for you, dear," she an-
nounced, when Ethel came in. I am going to
do some sewing for Doctor Clifford's wife."
You do sewing, mamma! No, indeed, you
are not able, and I don't know how, or I. would
do it, but I have another idea, I am going to
try to get work in a store."
Ethel," said her mother, severely, you are
too young to work, in the first place, and I shall
never give my consent to it, so please drive that
notion out of your head."
Ethel said no more, but did not promise not
to think about it. Meantime Dodtor Clifford
went straight to Hill's jewelry store and asked
"WELL, LITTLE ONE, WHAT CAN WE DO FOR YOU?"
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Mr. Hill if he would buy the locket, saying it
belonged to a poor woman.
It is a very fine locket," said Mr. Hill, but
how came a poor woman to own such a fine
The doctor related the whole story to him,
especially dwelling on the brave efforts of the
sweet little girl who was striving to help her
Yes, I will buy it," said the jeweller, naming
a liberal price, "and, by the way," he added,
" if there is occasion to sell anything else, send
this child to me personally. I would like to see
her and talk with her."
"Very well," replied the doctor, taking his
One touch of kindness leads to another.
That evening mamma and Ethel were sitting
alone with the light turned low to save the oil.
Both hearts were sad, and each was hoping
the other did not realize that they were gradu-
ally coming to want.
"Mamma, dear," said Ethel, "please take
some of the gruel, and you will feel better."
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"Well, let's divide it, and then perhaps we
will both feel brighter," replied mamma.
Then they talked of the past.
Tap tap at the door. It was a familiar
"Come in, doctor," cried Ethel, "I knew it
was your knock."
"Good evening," said the doctor, "I have
been very successful in my commission," and
he placed in Mrs. Weston's hand the money,
which just then seemed quite a fortune.
"How can we ever thank you for your kind-
ness to us ?" she faltered, brokenly.
Just by not speaking about it," replied the
doctor, and I am requested to say that if you
want to dispose of anything more, you can send
little Ethel to Mr. Hill, of Hill & Co."
"Why, mamma!" exclaimed Ethel, "that's
where you said papa bought my little silver
BEFORE many months had passed their money
had almost all melted away for medicine and
rent. The invalid had failed so rapidly that she
was now too weak to take interest in anything.
The care was indeed very heavy for Ethel.
Life darkened. They felt they would soon be
thrown on the world.
One morning, leaving her mamma in care of
good Mrs. Heintz, Ethel took her little gold
watch and went into the street, intending to
ask Mr. Hill to buy it.
She was very sad to think of parting with her
watch, and so she decided at least to try to get
some kind of work before going to Mr. Hill.
She tried to get work in several stores, but,
although every one was polite to her, she soon
learned she was too small for such service, and
without experience, and no one had time to show
her how to do anything useful.
86 THE BURGLARY'S DbAUCTER.
She was wandering about, discouraged and
bewildered, through one of the large stores,
when her attention was attracted by some beau-
tiful silks, and she stopped to admire them.
While standing there she heard one clerk say
to another, "Did you read about Weston, the
gentleman burglar ?"
"Yes," was the reply, "he got two years in
the State prison. He was a cool one."
So her father had had his trial after long
Ethel turned quickly away, and an impulse
seized her to go to see her papa in prison.
She wanted to tell him how sorry she was
for him, and how she would always love
The only prison she knew was a police station,
so there she hurried as fast as she could. Her
heart fluttered as she climbed the steps, but she
walked boldly in and stood before the captain
who sat at his desk.
There had come to her heart a longing to
rebuild her home again. Few impulses are
more noble than the heart of a child seeking
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to rekindle the fire upon the old hearthstone.
She felt that she had gained much, when she
had led the doctor to say, "I will be your
friend." She might find other friends. True
hearts gain friends, and to be true-hearted,
under all circumstances, is the noblest thing
Well, little one," said the officer, pleasantly,
"what can we do for you to-day ? "
"Please, Mr. Officer, I came to see my papa.
I have just heard he has been sent here for two
years, but if you will let him out sooner, I know
he won't break into any more houses."
So your papa is a burglar, is he ?" answered'
the captain, whose sympathy was enlisted by
the child's innocence. "What is his name?"
"His name is Henry Weston, sir. He was
always good to mamma and me, and I know
he would like to see me."
"Well, little girl, your papa is in prison, and
this is only a police station."
"I didn't think there was any difference,"
said Ethel; but perhaps you will tell me where
the prison is."
38 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.
"It is a very long way from here," he
replied, "and you could not get in to-day,
so I think you had better go home to your
mother now. You have a mamma, haven't
"Yes, sir; she is very sick, and I am afraid I
have been away from her too long, so good-bye,
Ethel went quickly home, and found her
mother very much worse.
Mrs. Heintz was excited, but she made Ethel
have some dinner, and then sent her for the
- When he came he shook his head. Little
Ethel stayed beside her mother all night. Falling
asleep toward morning, she dreamed they were
all back in their own dear home once more.
She was awakened by Mrs. Heintz speaking
to her mamma.
"Och, dear lady, I am afraid you vas going
"Hush," replied Mrs. Weston, "don't let my
poor Ethel hear that."
Ethel, with a beating heart, ran to her mamma.
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"Mamma dear, do you feel better?" she
"Yes, love," answered the suffering woman,
The doctor had left another prescription to be
filled, and Ethel, who now realized that she
would need all the money she could get, deter-
mined to take both her watch and precious work-
box to Mr. Hill, calling at the druggist's on her
She walked quickly down to Hill & Co.'s, and
asked a clerk to direct her to Mr. Hill's private
He is very busy, miss," said the clerk. "Is
there anything I can do for you ?"
I can only tell my business to Mr. Hill, but
if he is busy now, I shall wait," and she took a
seat near the office door.
Pretty soon a man came out and left the door
open, and Ethel, seeing Mr. Hill at his desk,
walked quietly in.
.The merchant met her with lifted brow; he
saw a little woman in the girl. "What have
you to say, little one ?" said he, kindly.
40 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.
"My name is Ethel Weston, and I want to
sell Doctor Clifford said I might come to
you," she stammered.
Oh, you are the little lady Doctor Clifford
told me about; I am very glad to see you.
Have you something to show me?"
"Yes, sir," said Ethel, gaining courage.
"Mamma is much worse, and we must have
some money, so I have brought my watch and
the work-box papa gave me the last time I saw
him," and she thought of her last birthday
party, and longed for the light of home again.
"Well," said Mr. Hill, much pleased at this
frank recital, "I'll tell you how we will fix
this business; I'll give you whatever money
you need, and keep your watch and box until
you are ready to claim them."
Ethel was overjoyed at this plan, which
sometime would give her treasures back to
her, so she thanked him, and the exchange
After calling at the drug-store she hurried
home, if their room could so be called.
The next morning Doctor Clifford called, and
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was urging Ethel to lie down to rest, when there
was a knock at the door and Mr. Hill, the mer-
"Why, Mr. Hill, how kind of you!" ex-
claimed Ethel, but in her heart she wondered
if he regretted giving her so much for her
"I just thought I would call to see this little
friend of mine," and aside to the doctor he said,
"Is the mother dangerously ill ?"
Yes, she is a very sick woman," answered
"Well, can anything be done for her ? Do
you think if she were to have the proper atten-
tion,- say- if she were sent to the hospital
for awhile, would there be some chance then?
I told the little girl I would be her friend. Her
true heart wins me."
Yes, but I am afraid the mother will never
consent to leave her little girl alone while she
lives; however, I will mention it to her this
evening if she is able to listen."
"Do so," said Mr. Hill. "I have taken a
great liking for this child, and she may stay
42 THE BUGLABR'S DAUGHTER.
with Mrs. Hill until her mother becomes quite
Just then Ethel joined them, and her kind
friend talked with her very pleasantly, and
when he left the house he sent her a big basket
of nice things from the nearest provision store.
That evening Doctor Clifford sat beside the
patient, and told her that her only hope of
recovery was to go away to a hospital for
awhile, where, he said, you will get the right
kind of treatment." He added, "Now, Mr.
Hill has a private room which you may occupy,
and he wants Ethel to come right to his own
home until you are better. This is the only
thing for you to do, if you want to get strong
for your child's sake."
Mrs. Weston was very sorry to be taken
away from her darling little girl, but she was
helpless, and answered, I am very grateful to
you and Mr. Hill. Make any arrangements
"That is the right spirit," said the doctor,
well satisfied, "and we won't mention it to
Ethel to-night, but to-morrow morning at
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ten o'clock we will have the carriage at the
On leaving the house, he told Mrs. Heintz of
the proposed change, and asked her to have
"Och, doctor, you vas very kind, and Mr.
Hill, too. Gott vill bless you to help the poor
lady. I vill take care mit the leetle girl
We will see about that later, Mrs. Heintz,"
The next morning was clear and fine, but
Ethel awoke with a feeling of depression she
could not account for. She dressed hurriedly
and asked her mother, who had been wakeful,
"Mamma dear, are you feeling better ? "
Yes, Ethel, but I wish to speak to you."
Mrs. Weston spoke feebly. "The doctor
thinks I had better go away for a little while
to the hospital. You must be brave, dear, for
my sake, perhaps I may come back all well.
You are going to Mr. and Mrs. Hill's, and I am
sure you will be a good little girl, and Mrs
Hill will take you to see me sometimes."
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There was a failing heart under these plain
Mrs. Weston sank back on her pillow, ex-
hausted. Little Ethel sat sobbing as if her
heart would break. The door opened softly,
and Mr. and Mrs. Hill and the doctor entered.
"Are we all ready?" asked the doctor,
Mrs. Hill walked over to the couch, and laid
her hand on the sick woman's forehead, and
said, "Dear Mrs. Weston, you need not worry
for Ethel, she shall have everything her loving
little heart can wish for, and we will go to see
you just as often as the doctor allows."
"Thank you, you are indeed a very kind
friend to take this interest in us. I hope my
little girl will do everything to please you."
Meantime, Doctor Clifford had taken the
pillows down to the carriage, and Ethel kissed
her mamma good-bye, trying hard to keep from
crying aloud, as the wasted form was borne out
Mr. Hill, Mrs. Weston, and the doctor drove
away to the hospital, and Mrs. Hill put her
JUST OUTSIDE THE PRISON WALLS.
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arms around the lonely child, and said, "Now,
Ethel, the best way to help your mamma is to
be just as happy as possible. You run and get
your things and come with me to your new
When Ethel had spoken to Mrs. Heintz and
Freddie, she said, Now, dear Mrs. Hill, I am
all ready." She would never forget Mrs. Heintz,
who had offered her a home.
So they drove to Mrs. Hill's beautiful home,
and Ethel's heart was full of gratitude for her
"I am going to let you sleep in my prettiest
guest-chamber to-night," said Mrs. Hill, "and
in a few days you shall have your own little
The next day Mrs. Hill took Ethel for a long
drive, and when they returned Mr. Hill met
them at the door, beaming with smiles.
"Come, Ethel," he said, "I have a surprise
for you," and they hurried up-stairs.
A beautiful room met the little girl's eyes.
"Oh, my!" exclaimed Ethel, "isn't this the
loveliest room I ever saw, all blue and white,
46 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.
and this is my dear mamma's rocking-chair!
How did you get it? Oh, how good you are
to me, and here is my little silver work-box!
I can never; never thank you enough." Then
she thought of the prison and the hospital.
Ethel was very happy in her new home, where
every one came to love her dearly, but she was
just as sensible and thoughtful as ever. She had
one wish, and that was to reunite her old home.
She returned to her studies, at a different
school, and tried hard to make up for her lost
year, and but for the absence of dear mamma,
and the thought she might never see her papa
again, she had nothing left to wish for. But
no home is like one's own home.
IT is a cold, dreary day, the snow is falling
fast, and just outside the prison walls stands
a man who once had a happy home and was
respected by all.
His hair and beard are now unkempt, and
although he is not old they are sprinkled with
gray; his clothes are coarse and ill-fitting, and
he wears an old slouch hat, pulled down over
his eyes. For two years he has looked forward
to the day when he would be free.
Now the day has come, yet he feels careless
He wonders where he shall find his wife and
child, of whom he was so fond.
"Will they be glad to see me, a felon from
prison, who has disgraced them?" he asked
himself. "Of course not,- if so, they would
have come to see rme in two years. I will see
them, if only for once," he mused, "I must
48 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.
see them." He walked about, feeling the utter
loneliness of life.
Toward evening he walked slowly down to
the railroad station to take a train for his old
At the station he saw the people hurrying
to and fro, rushing home to loved ones, which
seemed to emphasize his own loneliness. He
bought a ticket with money given him by the
prison officials and when the train came took
a seat in a dark corner, to avoid recognition.
Arriving at the old familiar station, he got
off, and as he had no money left with which to
take a car he walked to the place he once called
The house looked dark and deserted. He
mounted the steps and rang the bell, once,
twice, but there was no response. Being con-
vinced that the house was unoccupied, he forced
open a window, and, benumbed with cold and
hunger, entered the deserted rooms and fell
asleep on the floor.
In the morning, thinking ho one would recog-
nize him, in his changed appearance, he went
"SIR," SHE CRIED, "WHO ARE YOU?"
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out into the street. He made inquiries for his
wife and child. None knew whither they had
Servants in the neighboring houses gave him
food, but could not give him any information
about his loved ones.
He tried to get work, but every one eyed him
suspiciously, and turned him away, often with
a harsh word. He looked what he was, and the
world read his secret history.
In the evening he met Mr. Hill, who was on
his way home.
The two had been friends years before, but
Weston felt confident that he would not be
recognized, so he resolved to ask him for help
first, and if possible learn something of his wife
S"I beg pardon, sir, will you help a poor man
to find a night's lodging ?" he said.
Mr. Hill was busy with his own thoughts,
and did not look carefully at the beggar, as he
gave him a dime and passed quickly on.
Weston did not refuse the coin, but felt
angry and desperate at being unable to find
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work or friends. Then the temptation came
back to him.
"Well," he muttered to himself, "I am not
obliged to beg. If I can't live honestly I know
another way, and when some of these rich
fellows wake up in the morning to find they
have a little less money, I'll have a little
more. Why not try Mr. Hill's house to-night ?"
he asked himself. "I know the place well,
and he is very rich."
The plan fitted his mind. He entered a
cheap restaurant and ate as much supper as
his money would buy. Then he went to the
park near Mr. Hill's home and walked about,
waiting for midnight. The bells struck the
hours. The twelve strokes passed.
At last he approached the house. All was
still and every one inside of it seemed to be
asleep. Very carefully he made his way through
a cellar window, and up into the dining-room.
The plate was there. He picked out the
choicest bits of silver, but what he most wanted
He crept up-stairs cautiously and entered the
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first chamber. He had no lantern, but the
moon shone into the room.
He glanced at the bed, and saw a little girl
asleep with her face turned toward the wall,
and one little arm thrown over her head. He
opened the bureau drawers softly, putting a
little watch in his pocket, and was turning to
leave the room when his eyes fell on a small
silver work-box of peculiar shape lying on
the table .beside the bed. His eyes were fixed
upon it. A great fear came over him. He
recalled the night of the party.
With trembling hands he opened the cover
of the box and by moonlight read the hand-
writing on the card inside. He had written
these words himself! Strength left him and,
overcome with emotion, he sank to the floor,
and buried his face in his hands with the box
beside him. He might be arrested, but he
had ceased to care for himself. Ethel was
slowly awakened by the light noise. She sat
up in bed, and saw, as in a dream, a man who
looked very much like a tramp, sitting on the
floor. She leaned forward. What was that
'52 THE BTRGLAR'S DAUGHTER.
beside him ? It was her box, her father's last
gift. She must speak!
"Sir," she cried, "who are you, and how
dare you touch the box my papa gave me?
Give it to me now! "
The dreadful figure filled her with terror.
Her courage failed her, and she began to trem-
ble. It was terrible to be in a room with a
stranger like that.
The man lifted his head.
"Don't be afraid of me, little girl, I won't
hurt you," he said, recognizing her at once.
"Where is your mother ? "
She is very sick at the hospital."
"Has she been there long? What is the
matter with her?" he managed to say. How
pitiable he looked!
"She has been away almost a year, and she
has been sick for nearly two years, since papa
was taken away from us," she said, sadly.
"Where is your papa ? "
"My papa is in prison. Two men took him
away for breaking into people's houses. He
was a burglar, they said, and my poor mamma
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was so sick all the time she could never go to
"Would you like to see him again ?"
"I have tried to find him," she sighed.
"Ethel darling, look at me, don't you know
your own father ?"
She bent her eyes on the hapless figure. The
moon streamed through' the room; the clocks
were striking two.
"My- papa! It is true, then, that you are
really a bad man, after all, and did you break
into Mr. Hill's house for money ? Oh, papa -
go -for my sake, go!"
The silver box glimmered in the rays of the
moon. The house was very still.
My dear Ethel," said the man, brokenly, in
a low tone, "forgive me, I will try to reform.
Oh, my poor dear wife, sick for two years!
Ethel, I will be upright, and honest now, if
only we can be united once more."
He held out his hands.
"Won't you try to love me again, little one?
You do not understand my temptations and
hardships. I have suffered for my sins. I
54 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.
long for a right life. Oh, that the past could
be blotted out! "
Tears fell upon his beard. "Ethel, tell me
Ethel then told him how she and her mamma
had lived and tried to work; how they had
parted with their treasures one by one; how
she had sold her work-box to Mr. Hill, and how
kind he had been to her and her mother.
"Ethel, I will go away. I rob Mr. Hill!
What a wretch I have been!"
What touched the father most was that his
little daughter told him that she had refused to
believe him bad until she saw him in the act of
robbery in her own room. She put her arms
around his neck.
"I will forgive you and love you as much as
ever, if you will promise me that you will never
do such things again. If you love me, and really
mean to be a good man, you will come with me
to Mr. Hill's room and tell him all about your
life, and that you are sorry for breaking into
I will go away," he said.
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No, you must confess Her heart should
The man hesitated, partly for fear of being
sent back to prison, but more on account of the
disgrace he would bring again on his family.
He was now sincerely repentant.
She saw it was so. Her first thought was to
send him away. It was a clear night, and all
the world was still. He could go out softly,.and
only they would know that he had ever entered
But her mother's words came to her: A true
heart wins friends."
She lifted her eyes, and sat in silence.
"If you go away," she at length said, in
a low voice, "and I never tell, you may be
tempted to enter another man's house. Would
I do right never to tell Mr. Hill? I cover up
a wrong and expose my kind friend to danger.
I see the right clearly, don't you, papa?"
"Oh, that I could have a child that could
reason thus, I am unworthy of you, Ethel, -
but if I confess, think about the disgrace I will
be to you." He felt as one at a judgment tri-
56 THBE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.
bunal! "Yes, I will do as you wish, and if I
am sent away from you, dear, forget me if you
can. I am not worthy your love."
She rose and dressed. It was a terrible reso-
lution, but she led her father across the hall,
knocked at the door of Mr. Hill's. room, and
waited for a response. What was she doing?
How would this end?
In a few moments she heard Mr. Hill get up
and light a lamp.
"It's Ethel, Mr. Hill, I want to see you."
"What's the matter, are you ill ?"
No, sir, but I must talk with you. Some-
thing has happened. May I come in?"
Mr. Hill, throwing on his dressing-gown,
opened the door. Ethel stood there, hand in
hand with the man who had begged the price
of his supper that night, a'burglar.
"What does this mean?" asked Mr. Hill,
wondering who this man could be. The face
looked familiar to him, and yet he could not
place him. Why was he here? Was his own
life in danger ?
Sir, this is my papa, and I never believed
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until he broke into this house to-night that he
was -a wicked man, but he is sorry. Will you
forgive him ?"
Face to face with a burglar at midnight! Mr.
Hill knew not what the danger might be, but
he said, firmly:
"Ethel dear, go to your room, and I will
speak to this man."
Ethel obeyed, and the burglar then frankly
told Mr. Hill that the object of his visit to the
house was to rob. him, unconscious that he had
been benefactor of his wife and child. He re-
lated all that had occurred since he left prison,
and promised to be an honest man if he could
MR. HILL listened to the strange tale. Was it
true? Could this man be trusted ? He would
test him. He said to him Go!"
The man turned to obey him. "Stop," said
Mr. Hill, if you want work, Weston, you shall
have it if I can secure it for you. Leave me
now. I will see you in the morning."
Weston thanked his friend. Mr. Hill gave
him some money, and let him pass out the front
door into the still night. The burglar. was a
When Weston returned to Mr. Hill early the
next day, he was clean shaven, his clothes were
nicely brushed, and he looked respectable.
Ethel was delighted with her father's appear-
ance, and when he and Mr. Hill had made
arrangements for the employment of her father,
she said :
"Dear Mr. Hill, this is visiting day at the
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hospital. May I take papa there to see
Certainly, dear; and I am sure your mamma
and papa ought to be very proud of their true-
hearted little girl!"
"I am, sir," answered her father; "she has
been my salvation."
This was true.
Mrs. Weston had partly recovered. She for-
gave her husband, and when he told her how his
loving little daughter had completely changed
him from a thief to an upright, honest man,
she declared she was "the happiest woman
In a few weeks her health had so greatly im-
proved that the doctors consented to let her go
Home! how sweet the word sounded to the
poor, tired heart! Home to the hopes of old -
to Ethel and papa !
Good Mr. Hill had furnished a pretty little
flat for his. "friends," and when Mr. Weston
thanked him he nodded his head and said:
"That's all right. I would be glad to do a
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great deal more for that little child. I have
done my part, don't you forget to do yours."
"I never will. I cannot forget the promise I
made to my little daughter in your room at
midnight," and he kept his word.
He was true to the end, and in the shadows of
age he would speak the name of "Ethel" with
"A true heart wins friends," more, it
finds friends, in the hearts that it changes from
evil to good, and feels the worth of life in this