nt face.
"Well, Doctor," exclaimed Mr. Arlington, breathlessly, "what is the
matter with my child? She will recover soon, will she not? It is merely
a fainting fit produced by the reception of unwelcome news."
"Alas, sir!" replied the Doctor, in a tone of deep sympathy, as he
brushed away the tears from his eyes--"I may as well tell you the
melancholy truth at once. The sudden shock caused by the unwelcome news
you speak of, has proved fatal; your daughter is dead!"
Poor old Arlington staggered to a seat, covered his face with his hands,
and moaned in the agony of his spirits. Notwithstanding all his wealth,
how I pitied him!
Seeing that I could be of no service whatever, I left the house of
mourning and walked down town in a very thoughtful mood. I had already
begun to enter upon an experience such as few youths of fifteen are ever
called upon to encounter; and I wondered what the dim, uncertain Future
had in store for me.
However, as the reader will see in the next chapter, I did not long
suffer my mind to be intruded upon by melancholy reflections.
FOOTNOTES:
[D] Many of my New York readers will remember the "William Street
Tragedy," to which I have alluded. The bloody event created the most
intense excitement at the time of its occurrence. Having witnessed the
horrible affair, I have truly related all the facts concerning it.
CHAPTER IV
_In which I set forth upon my travels, and met with a great misfortune._
Having plenty of means at my disposal, I determined to enjoy myself to
the full extent of my physical and intellectual capacity, for I
remembered the graceful words of the charming poet who sung--
"Go it while you're young:
For, when you get old, you can't!"
Behold me, at the age of fifteen, fairly launched upon all the
dissipations of a corrupt and licentious city! It is not without a
feeling of shame that I make these confessions; but truth compels me to
do so. I soon became thoroughly initiated into all the mysteries of high
and low life in New York. In my daily and nightly peregrinations I
frequently encountered my old friend Jack Slack; we never spoke, but on
the contrary regarded each other with looks of enmity and defiance.
Stronger and stronger within me grew the presentiment that this
mysterious youth was destined to become my evil genius and the cause of
a great misfortune. Therefore, whenever I met him, I could not help
shuddering with dread.
Three years passe
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