That is the grave of George Almont. Three years later, my
father died, and I was left alone. Since that period I have lived
sometimes alone, and occasionally spending a short time with any family
who happen to require my services, as I find it necessary to do
something for my own support. I have been able to support myself in
comfort and respectability, and even occasionally to bestow charity in a
small way to those less favored than myself. I know not why I felt so
much inclined to relate these circumstances to you this evening, for you
are the first stranger to whom I ever related the story connected with
my early life. I am no longer young, but the memory of my early sorrows
time can never efface; although, aided by religion, I have learned
resignation and cheerfulness. One thing more," continued Miss Simmonds,
"and I have done."
Rising, she opened a drawer and, taking a locket therefrom, she placed
it in my hand, saying,--
"You may, if you wish, Clara, look upon a picture of George Almont,
taken when he was twenty-five years of age."
Opening the locket, I looked upon the picture of what must have been a
very fine looking young man. I never beheld a more prepossessing
countenance.
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