By Aaliyah Carrion
“Your family is perfectly well,” with gentleness;
“and some one, a friend, is come to visit you.”
I know not by what chain of thought the idea presented itself, but
it instantly darted into my mind
as a new incite-
ment for me to comply with his desires. I put my hand before
my eyes and cried out in agony—
He could not
help regarding my exclamation as a presumption of my guilt, and said,
in a rather severe tone—
“I should have thought, young man, that the presence of your father
would have been welcome”
“My father!” cried I, while every feature and every muscle was re-
My change of manner surprised and pleased the magistrate; perhaps
he thought that my former exclamation was a momentary return
and now he instantly resumed his former
in a moment my father en-
tered it.
Nothing, at this moment, could have given me greater pleasure than the arrival of my father. I stretched out my hand to him and cried—
“Are you then safe—?”
My father calmed me with assurances of their welfare, and endeav-
oured, by dwelling on these subjects so interesting to my heart,
“You travelled to seek happiness,
you.
The name of my unfortunate
shed tears.
“yes, my father,” replied I; “some destiny of the
kind hangs over me, and
“