The burglar's daughter, or, A true heart wins friends

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Title:
The burglar's daughter, or, A true heart wins friends
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True heart wins friends
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106 p., 7 leaves of plates : ill. ; 17 cm.
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English
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Penrose, Margaret
Merrill, Frank T ( Frank Thayer ), b. 1848 ( Illustrator )
H.M. Caldwell Co ( Publisher )
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Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Friendship -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Burglars -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Shame -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Mothers and daughters -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Sick -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1899
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novel   ( marcgt )
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United States -- New York -- New York
United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston

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by Penrose.
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Title page printed in red and black.
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Illustrations by Frank T. Merrill.
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Baldwin Library copy: frontispiece is a landscape photograph rather than listed illustration.

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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.



PAGE
THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER FrontisFpiece
"' WHAT'S THE MATTER, LITTLE BOY '
SHE ASKED" 37
"'I WILL BE YOUR FRIEND'" 45
"' I THINK I CAN SELL THE PIECE OF
JEWELRY FOR YOU,' ANSWERED THE
DOCTOR 55
"'WELL, LITTLE ONE, WHAT CAN WE DO
FOR YOU?' 67
"JUST OUTSIDE THE PRISON WALLS" 83
" SIR,' SHE CRIED, 'WHO ARE YOU? '" 93












THE


BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.



I.

" APA wishes to see you in the
study before your guests arrive,"
said Mrs. Weston, entering her little
daughter's room.
"Yes, mamma, I wonder what he
is going to give me."
Run and see, love," answered her
mother, smilingly.
"Well, you come, too, mamma."
II





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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 sure my little
daughter will make good use of its
contents."
"Oh, thank you, papa," exclaimed
Ethel, "how good you are to me!
I am so happy!"
Come, come, now," said her
mother, laughing, "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 honour of the occasion.
Everything was ready, the table
spread with good things to delight





THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER. 13

the heart of every one, and Tom, the
old butler, was on hand to serve the
little guests with as much ceremony
as he did mamma's.
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 colour, and she made a
very pretty picture, as she stood wait-
ing 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.
Among these were a pair of skates,





14 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.

a mandolin, a lovely gold ring, and
many other beautiful 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 glittering ice fields.
Yes," answered Ethel, "we must
all learn to skate. Mamma says it's





THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER. 15

great sport, and I think we ought
to form a kind of club or some-
thing."
Then they all laughed, and clapped
their hands. Oh, goody, goody,
fancy our having a skating club just
like our mammas have their whist
clubs!"
"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."
Here lunch was announced, Mrs.
Weston playing 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





16 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.

helping of cake, ice-cream, candy,
and fruit.
It was a happy hour.
Suddenly loud voices were heard
in Mr. Weston'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 useless for you to make any
resistance, Mr. Weston."
Thie 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 interest them..





THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER. 17

All the other girls were laughing
and enjoying themselves. She stepped
aside to listen. Presently her quick
ear heard the front door close, and a
carriage drive rapidly away. She
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 merri-
ment, the girls began to leave, declar-
ing the party the loveliest of their
lives, and wishing Ethel happiness
in many ways.





18 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.


When at last Ethel found herself
Free, she ran to her mother's room
and knocked once, twice, but with-
out response.
Mamma darling, it's Ethel; may I
come .in? "
The door opened, and Ethel saw
her mother unconscious on the couch,
with a maid attending her.
Hush, Miss Ethel," said the maid,
you must not make any noise to dis-
turb your mamma. She is very ill,
and the doctor is coming directly."
A look of wonder and distress came
into Ethel's face.
What made my mamma ill,
Kate, and where is papa?" she
asked, hurriedly.
Your papa went away with two





THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER. 19

fnen, 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-morrow morning. This
is the only way you can help me now,
dear, I am ill."





20 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.

What a sad ending to such a
delightful birthday! Her thoughts
ran over the events of the party,--
the hours of happiness ending with
grief. She prayed earnestly, with
all the innocence of childhood, that
everything might end well, and in
the peace that came with this simple
trust, she fell asleep.
Early next morning she arose,
dressed hurriedly, trying all the time
to overcome a feeling of sadness, that
forced itself upon her, when she re-
called what had happened last eve-
ning.
She crushed down her fears, and
ran to her mother's room. A white
face met her there.
Good morning, mamma," she said,





THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER. 21


pleasantly, 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 to-
gether 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.





22 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.

Ethel's blue eyes were fastened on
her mother's face, and Mrs. Weston's
heart failed her for a moment, as shc
realized how this young life must be
darkened. Yet, much as it pained
her to make the revelation, she
thought that her daughter had bet-
ter learn the truth from her than from
a stranger. So she nerved herself
to explain the mystery of the past
evening.
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 everything we wanted, and as I
did not concern myself with money
matters, I never asked him where all





THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER. 23

of our valuable diamonds and other
presents came from. I believed that
they were honestly earned; but every-
thing was made plain last night, al-
though what has happened is almost
too terrible to believe."
She was unable to speak for a time,
but she continued:
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
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 situa-
tion, and was silent, so Mrs. Weston
resumed:






24 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.

"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 man."
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. Something may have led him
astray. But, oh! mamma, do you sup-
pose he could have taken my silver





THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER. 25

work-box from anybody's house? I
never could keep it if I thought that."
No, my dear, you need have no
doubt about the box, for I was with
papa when he bought that at Hill's.
So cheer up and be as strong as you
can, for I must tell you something
more. I had hoped 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? "
Ethel saw poverty before them;
she saw that they must become like
other poor people, but her heart
should be true.





26 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.

"Yes, mamma, please go on; I can
bear what you can bear."
"We must move into some inex-
pensive. 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 sud-
den resolution. 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."
This was a hard hour. Life indeed
had changed from the day before.
"Very well, mamma," said Ethel,




THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER. 27

but her school was very dear ,to her
and she felt heartbroken 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 parting
with my teacher and schoolmates."
She returned to the dining-room,
making a good attempt at cheerful-
ness. She was facing a new world
now. She had never felt the need
of courage before.
I have ordered the carriage for the
last time, dear," remarked mamma,
after breakfast. They were soon
ready for their sad drive to the
schoolhouse.





28 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.

"To Miss Hall's school; John,"
said Mrs. Weston, and a pang shot
through her heart as she thought
of the first humiliating interview, be-
cause their disgrace was now publicly
known.
The streets were filled with excited
voices. "Morning papers," shouted
a newsboy, "all about the capture
of Weston, the gentleman burglar."
A like cry was heard from other
street-corners.
The coachman looked back. The
blood mounted to the faces of mother
and daughter, and Mrs. Westor
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!




THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER. 29

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-room, and knocked
gently on the door. The resolute
look came back to her face.
Mamma," she said, to show you
my courage, I myself will tell Miss
Hall I am going to leave."
The door opened. Good-morn-
ing, Ethel," said Miss Hall, coldly,
"you are very late this morning."
"What made Miss Hall speak
in such a strange voice ?" thought





30 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.

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," replied 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 choking.
"Indeed," said Miss Hall, "of
course we are very sorry, but under
the circumstances you are acting
for the best. You both have our
sympathy."
The words were kind, but there
was cold sympathy in the tone.
Ethel's face flushed, but Mrs. Wes-




THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER. 31

ton 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 recog-
nised me, and how distant Miss
Hall was. We have done nothing
wrong, mamma. I would pity an-
other little girl like me. Is all the
world like that?"
Never mind, darling," replied her
mother, you are very young to have
such a bitter lesson. 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




32 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.


am sure your schoolmates will be
sorry they did not give you a friendly
nod."
When they arrived home, they
found there a strange man, who had
been through all the rooms, and who
asked Mrs. Weston many questions.
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 before.
Mrs. Weston called together the
servants and explained that they




THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.


could be kept no longer, and they
went away very sadly, seeking em-
ployment elsewhere. The poor pity
the poor, and they pitied the helpless
wife.
After everything was sold, except
a few keepsakes which Mrs. Weston
had before her marriage, 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, wher-
ever 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





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little higher than usual on account
of the appearance of the applicants.
It was indeed a changing world
that the two faced now.














N the afternoon of their second
day of room-hunting their atten-
tion was attracted by a little boy
crying pitifully. The case of sor-
row touched Mrs. 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.






36 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.

"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 thanked
them and declared "dat leetle poy
vas alvays running avay."
This was an odd incident, but was
not without result.
"By the way," said Mrs. Weston,
"do you know where we can get a
room around here ?"














































"WHAT'S THE MATTER LITTLE BOY?" SHE ASKED.





THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.


"Why, I haft got von myself to
let," she replied.
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 home!
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






40 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.

her patient until the latter fell
asleep.
But the next morning mamma was
worse, 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 now.
"Vell," said the good woman, you
go down to the corner, and turn to de
lef', and dere you fine 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.




THE BURGLAR S DAUGHTER. 41

"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 maid.
Oh, I must see him, -just think
of my poor sick mammal" 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 the girl.
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.





42 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.

"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 woman's bedside.
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. Wes-
ton, and his heart was filled with
admiration for the sweet little maid,
whose only thought was, How could
she help her mother?
"Where is your father, my little
girl ?" asked the doctor.
He is in trouble, sir, but mamma
is not to blame."





THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER. 43

I pity folks in trouble," said the
doctor.
"Are there many little girls in
trouble?" asked the child.
"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 friend."
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,





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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 sometimes. Would you
like him now?"
No," said the doctor, "I don't
think we will 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
































































"I WILL BE YOUR FRIEND."





THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER. 47

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 every-
thing you tell me. Mrs. Heintz will
stay here while I go for the medicine,
and I don't want anybody else, be-
cause," 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 prescription filled, and give
it as directed."
He trudged along home thinking
Sof this beautiful child, and promising
himself to return later in the day.





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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. Calling 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




THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER. 49

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," re-
turned the clerk, "the boss don't
allow me to trust strangers."












III.


T HE little girl ran home and told
Mrs. Heintz all about the re-
fusal.
"Vell, dat's all right I gif you
some money -if you vas sure your
mamma has it.somevere," 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





THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER, 51

time obtained the precious medicine
which would make her mamma quite
well.
She had faced her first moneyless
hour.
When she returned home, she
found the doctor 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 hand if you wish, and
when she is better I will tell her what
a little jewel she has for a daughter."
Ethel's face flushed. Her heart
glowed. She recalled his words, "I
will be your friend."
After leaving directions, the doctor





52 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.

left her with a hearty Good night,
little one; God bless you."
Mrs. Weston was paralysed. Her
anxiety had taken the life from her
nerves. As she slowly came to her-
self, 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
condition.
By this time all the money which
'Ethel had received for her little treas-
ures was gone, and she was dis-
couraged. She must ask help. Doc-
tor Clifford continued to call every
day, often bringing fruit or other
delicacies. One morning he cams





THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER. 5"_

a little earlier than usual and found
Mrs. Weston crying pitifully. Ethel
had gone from home.
He tried to be cheerful. "Well,
well," he said, "what is the matter
this beautiful morning, I do not re-
member prescribing crying, did I ? "
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
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54 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.
own bill, too. Everything seems
going from me."
"I think I can sell the piece of
jewelry for you," answered the doc-
tor, "but as for my own pay, please
don't mention that until I send my
bill.
I promised the little one I would
be her friend. Friendship means
much to me," he continued. Do
you think you would like to do a
little plain sewing? My wife belongs
to a society that does sewing for poor
children, and she 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


















































"I THINK I CAN SELL THE PIECE OF JEWELRY
FOR YOU," ANSWERED THE DOCTOR.





THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.


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 re-
turn.
I have good news for you, dear,"
she announced, 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





58 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.

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. Mean-
time Doctor Clifford went straight
to Hill's jewelry store, and asked
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 article ?"
The doctor related the whole story
to him, especially dwelling upon the
brave efforts of the sweet little girl
who was striving to help her mother.
"Yes, I will buy it," said the
jeweller, naming a liberal price, "and,





THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER. 59

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 departure.
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 realise
that they were gradually coming to
want.
Mamma, dear," said Ethel, please
take some of the gruel, and you will
feel better."
Well, let's divide it, and then per-





60 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.

haps we will both feel brighter," re-
plied mamma.
Then they talked of the past.
Tap tap at the door. It was
a familiar sound.
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 kindness to us," she faltered,
brokenly.
Just by not speaking about it,"
replied the doctor, "and I am re-
quested to say that if you want to
dispose of anything more, you can





THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER. 61

send little Ethel to Mr. Hill, of Hill
& Co."
Why, mamma! exclaimed Ethel,
"that's where you said papa bought
my little silver work-box."











IV.


B EFORE many months had passed
their money had almost all melted
away for medicine and rent. The in-
valid 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.





THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER. 63


She was very sad to think of part-
ing 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 with-
out experience, and no one had time
to show her how to do anything useful.
She was wandering about, dis-
couraged and bewildered, through
one of the large stores, when her
attention was attracted by some
beautiful 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 ?"





64 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.

"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 delays.
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 him.
The only prison she knew was a
police station, so there she hurried
as fast as she could. Her heart flut-
tered as she climbed the steps, but
she walked boldly in and stood be-
fore the captain who sat at his desk.
There had come to her heart a
longing to rebuild her home again.





THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER. 65

Few impulses are more noble than
the heart of a child seeking to re-
kindle the fire upon the old hearth-
stone. 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 in life.
"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 ? "





66 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.

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 dif,
ference," said Ethel; "but perhaps
you will tell me where the prison
is."
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 you? "


























































"WELL, LITTLE ONE, WHAT CAN WE DO FOR YOU?"


,,,
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THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER. 69

"Yes, sir; she is very sick, and I
am afraid I have been away from her
too long, so good-bye, sir."
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 doctor.
When he came he shook his head.
Little Ethel stayed beside her mother
all night. Falling asleep toward morn-
ing, 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 to die."
"Hush," replied Mrs. Weston,
"don't let my poor Ethel hear that."





70 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.

Ethel, with a beating heart, ran to
her mamma. Mamma dear, do you
feel better ?" she asked.
Yes, love," answered the suffering
woman, faintly.
The doctor had left another pre-
scription to be filled, and Ethel, who
now realized that she would need all
the money she could get, determined
to take both her watch and precious
work-box to Mr. Hill, calling at. the
druggist's on her way home.
She walked quickly down to Hill
& Co.'s, and asked a clerk to direct
her to Mr. Hill's private office.
He is very busy, miss," said the
clerk. "Is there anything I can do
for you ? "
"I can only tell my business to





THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.


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.
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 Doc-
tor Clifford told me about; I am
very glad to see you. Have you
something to show me?"
"Yes, sir," said Ethel, gaining cour-
age. "Mamma is much worse, and





72 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.

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 was made.
After calling at the drug-store she
hurried home, if their room could so
be called.





THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.


The next morning Doctor Clifford
called, and was urging Ethel to lie
down to rest, when there was a knock
at the door, and Mr. Hill, the mer-
chant, appeared.
"Why, Mr. Hill, how kind of you! "
exclaimed Ethel, but in her heart she
wondered if he regretted giving her
so much for her cherished treasures.
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 the doctor.
"Well, can anything be done for
her? Do. you think if she were to
have the proper. attention, -say--
if she were sent to the hospital for





74 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.
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 with Mrs. Hill until
her mother becomes quite strong
again."
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.





THE BURGLARS DAUGHTER 75

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 an-
swered, I am very grateful to you
and Mr. Hill. Make any arrange-
ments you wish."
That is the right spirit," said the





76 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.

doctor, well satisfied, and we won't
mention it to Ethel to-night, but to-
morrow morning at ten o'clock we
will have the carriage at the door."
On leaving the house, he told
Mrs. Heintz of the proposed change,
and asked her to have everything
ready.
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 my-
self."
"We will see about that later, Mrs.
Heintz," he answered.
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





THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.


her mother, who had been wakeful,
" Mamma dear, are you feeling bet-
ter? "
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."
There was a failing heart under
these plain words.
Mrs. Weston sank back on her
pillow, exhausted. Little Ethel sat
sobbing as if her heart would break.





73 THE BURGLAR S DAUGHTER.

The door opened softly, and Mr. and
Mrs. Hill and the doctor entered.
Are we all ready?" asked the
doctor,. pleasantly.
Mrs. Hill walked over to the couch
and laid her hand on the sick woman's
forehead, and said, Dear Mrs. Wes-
ton, 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 car-
riage, and Ethel kissed her mamma





THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER. 79

good-bye, trying hard to keep from
crying aloud, as the wasted form was
borne out the door.
Mr. Hill, Mrs. Weston, and the
doctor drove away to the hospital,
and Mrs. Hill put her arms around
the lonely child, and said, Now,
Ethel, the best way to help your
mamma is to be just as happy as pos-
sible. You run and get your things
and come with me to your new home."
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 beauti-
ful home, and Ethel's heart was full
of gratitude for her dear friends.





80 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.

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 room."
The next day Mrs. Hill took Ethel
for a long drive, and when they re-
turned 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, 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





THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER. 8I

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 sensi-
ble 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
.aake 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.













ST 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 un-
kempt, 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 and discouraged.
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JUST OUTSIDE THE


PRISON WALLS.





THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER. 85

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, whp has disgraced
them ? he asked himself. Of course
not,- if. so, they would have come to
see me in two years. I will see them,
if only for once," he mused, I must
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 home.
At the station he saw the people
hurrying to and fro, rushing home to
loved ones, which seemed to empha-
sise his own loneliness. He bought a
ticket with money given him by the





86 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.

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 home.
The house looked dark and deserted.
He mounted the steps and rang the
bell, once, twice, but there was no
response. Being convinced 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 no one
would recognize him, in his changed
appearance, he went out into the
street. He made inquiries for his





THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER. 87

wife and child. None knew whither
they had gone.
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
and child.





88 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.

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 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.





THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER. 89

"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 was money.
He crept up-stairs cautiously and





90 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.

entered the 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 moon-
light read the handwriting on the
card inside. He had written these





THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER. 91

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 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





92 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.

she began to tremble. 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, recognis-
ing 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 peo-




















































































"SIR," SHE CRIED, "WHO ARE YOU?"


i *? .





THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER. 95

pie's houses. He was a burglar, they
said, and my poor mamma was so
sick all the time she could never go
to see him."
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 I "





96 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.

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 long
for a right life. Oh, that the past
could be blotted out!"
Tears fell upon his beard. "Ethel,
tell me all."





THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER. 97

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 rob-
bery 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





98 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.

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 his
house."
I will go away," he said.
"No, you must confess-" Her
heart should be true.
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 wa&
now sincerely repentant.
She saw itwas 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
the house.





THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER. 99

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 tribunal!
"'Yes, I will do as you wish, and if -I
am sent away.from you, dear, forget






100 THE BURGLAR'S DAUGHTER.

me if you can. I am not worthy your
love."
She rose and dressed. It was a
terrible resolution, 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.
Something 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