Rich and humble

“You are in a hurry now, father, and I will tell you all about it another time,” replied Bertha, casting an anxious glance at her brother, who appeared to be an interested liste...

Woodville was situated on the right bank of the Hudson. About one mile above was the village of Dunk’s Hollow, as it was called. It was only a small collection of houses, occupi...

“Excuse me, Mr. Richard, but I am in earnest. That money was lost in this boat. I am a poor man, and it must be found before any suspicion rests upon me.”

Beneath the tree in which Noddy Newman had taken refuge lay moored a nondescript craft, in which the wild boy made his aquatic excursions. It had once been a sugar box, and by w...

The return of her father from the city was a happy event to Bertha, and she was always the first to greet him on his arrival. It was an everyday occurrence, but it lost none of...

The rage of Richard knew no bounds when he discovered the topmast of the _Greyhound_, with the little tri-colored flag still flaunting upon it, rising but a few feet above the w...

Noddy Newman’s confession promised to get him into trouble with Richard, if the latter should discover that he was the cause of the mischief. Ben, the old boatman, fully sympath...

Bertha was shocked and almost paralyzed when she realized the condition of her brother. It was dreadful to see a mere boy, only fifteen years of age, in a state of beastly intox...

There was no longer any room, if there was any desire, to conceal the misfortunes which had overtaken the owner of Woodville. The servants were all talking about the matter, and...

On the following morning Bertha, who, in spite of her cares and trials, had slept well, rose early, and applied herself, with zeal and energy, to the great work before her--a wo...

Bertha was not a little startled when the clerk of the hotel handed her the letter, upon which she recognized the handwriting of her brother. It was ominous of disaster; at leas...

“There,” said Mrs. Byron, as she joined her little son on the piazza, when the nurse had gone, “that is the fourth person I have had to take care of Charley. Now she is gone, an...

Master Charley strutted into the parlor, cane in hand, and was warmly greeted by the guests, who, as a matter of politeness, if nothing else, were in duty bound to admire his cu...

Bertha knew enough of the perils of the city to make her tremble, when she considered that she was alone and unprotected. The prospect of finding suitable employment was exceedi...

The old gentleman conducted Bertha up the stairs to the large front room which was fitted up as a library. It was furnished in a plain, old-fashioned manner, and was well suppli...

Mr. Presby was comforted by the passages which Bertha read, and perhaps the sympathy she extended to the suffering invalid was hardly less soothing than the words of the Scriptu...

Bertha was alarmed to find the name of Mr. Grayle on the note. She hoped Mr. Presby had no business relations with such a man, and she was frightened at the thought of seeing hi...

It was now quite dark, and in the friendly shades of night poor Bertha was spared the shame of being gazed upon by unthinking people in the street. The policeman took her by the...

Mr. Presby called Bertha at an early hour on the following morning, for the carriage had been engaged for her at seven o’clock. She had slept but little during the night, for th...

The next day Mr. Grant and Uncle Obed went to the city to arrange the business of the former, leaving Mr. Presby at home with the children. Bertha spent the whole forenoon in sh...