Cinders, petted and beloved by all, performed in public no more, but spent most of his time lying by the fire in winter, and on the door-step in summer, waiting and listening for the step of his master.
So you see Carl was right.
He did find his fortune among the ashes.
But would it have proved a fortune had he been a cruel, selfish, hard-hearted boy?
Ah! that’s the question.
TOM’S CENTENNIAL.
A FOURTH OF JULY STORY.
BY MARGARET EYTINGE.