"The tears came into the daughter"s eyes as she said this--not tears for her changed prospect--but tears for her father.
""And we are all prepared to meet it," broke in the other two, gathering around the old man.
""G.o.d bless you, my children!" Mr. W-- murmured, with a voice choked with emotion. "But, you know not how low you have fallen. I am a beggar!"
""Not quite," was the now smiling reply of his eldest child. "We learned it all--and at once determined that we would do our part.
For two weeks, we have been out among our friends, and freely related our plans and the reason for adopting them. The result is, we obtained forty scholars to a school we have determined to open, for teaching music, French, drawing, &c. You are not a beggar, dear father! And never shall be, while you have three daughters to love you!"
"The old man"s feelings gave way, and he wept like a child. He could not object to the proposition of his children. The school was at once opened, and is still conducted by the two youngest. It proved a means of ample support to the family. To some men, the fact that their children had been compelled to resort to daily labour, in any calling, for a support, would have been deeply humiliating. Not so to Mr. W--. That evidence of his daughters" love to him compensated for all the changes which circ.u.mstances, uncontrolled by himself, had effected."
THE END.