Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1845-06-06

you shall have all, all, when am gone But
that won't be yet. Lucy shall never see the CO
lor of my gold. Never fear-you shall have ALL
You are better now, come, sign said the
women. your signature is wanting
Never fear---penty of time I'm not going
yet p and another fit of coughing seemed to con-
tradict his words.
The woman exhibited mingled vexation and
dread, but avarice, the ruling love of the man,
was even stronger than her despotic will.
Its mine yet Abby, you shall have it all
when Pm below the ground, but it's mine yet
And there's more coming, moreP
Abby placed the pen in his hand, whispering
Yes, more. But sign, or it will all be Lucy's
one day. Come, Hiram Scrapeall,' it's soon
written
A low, timid knock at the outer door made
the old man drop his pen, being weak g. nervous
Whats that, Abby Z he asked, trembling.
60 and see, daughter but do not admit any
body said Abby Conkln
A few moments afterwards beseeching voice
was heard in the entry, Let me see him; must;
| will = With sudden movement darling by
the person who opposed her, girl some A or
Is years old, rushed into the room, and altho'
Mrs. Conklin seized her rudely by the arm, she
broke loose and bounded to the side of the old
man. grooming in his chair.
who is it p he asked, shrinking from her.
1t is Grace! Your grandchild! answered the
little girl in an excited, yet musical tone.
my mother is starving, dying. That woman,
| pointing to Mrs Conklin,) has driven me
from your door day after day; but your own child
is dying of want and would see you
Let her die; fercely calculated Mrs. Conk-
lin. she married against her fathers WILL
Grace turned slowly round, and even that evil
woman quailed before her rebuking look and the
plying reproach of her tone, as she said, you
are wicked woman, God forgive you. 1t was
you who made my mothers life so wretched.
She married to escape from your prosecutions
you incensed my grandfather against her--she is
now dying with hunger
Livid with rage, Mrs. Conklin once more seiz-
the girl by the arm and attempted to force her
from the ROOM
misunderstanding poor motier
The old man terrified and bewdered COM
pretended not what passed He looked at Mrs
Conklin, muttering, Take her away---take hel
away
DO you hear THAR shrilly screamed Mrs
Conklin. Then addressing the old man, she
asked What about Lucy? What were you say
ing of Lucyl'
The old man groaned out, She shall never see
the color Of my money Never fear--never fear
The moneys mine---a mine I'm not going yet
Never fear
Grace was too much shocked by these words
to make any further resistance to Mrs Conklin's
will, and before she knew how she came there
she stood in the street, and the door was CLOSED
against her. Mrs. Conklin had returned to the
room to witness the appendng of Scrapeal sig
nature to the document which made her heir tc
miser's carefully accumulated wealth.
CHAPTER Ill.,
Ihate fine weather when the wind is so strong,
exclaimed Faulkner, peevshIy putting his heac
out. of his chamber window How fast the side.
walks are drying. Street sweeps will soon be il
Othello's acknowledgements gomez dull
times for them; just as dull for other people, =
Faulkner drew his head in and closed the win
dow, with more spleen and perhaps more energ,
than was his wont. In few moments more he
was walking in the same direction as on the pre-
vious day, but his pace was brisker, there wa
less languor depicted on his features, less heavi
ness in his whole mien; he looked as though he
had or was pcrsuading himself that he had some
end to accomplish, some duty to fulfil Before
he had gone far his steps unconscously grew
quicker and his eyes were eagerly fixed upor
some object in the distance Was it the littl,
street sweep! He felt certain that it was she
and yet her back was turned and the pretty blu,
hood had been replaced by faded Madsas hand
kerchief apparently tied beneath her chin. He
4 head dropped dejectedy on her bosom and sh'
moved her broom more languidly than on tn,
preceding day
| He had approached the little girl unperceived
'Muds drying, ehl' She started violently a
the sound of his voice, and the fair face raise,
to his was suffused with crimson.
Every instant Faulkner became more interest
ed. He did not care who saw him, for he wa
E generally too Indifferent to every thing to be tie
D nacious Of the worlds opinion.
| Have you parentsP he inquired.
t only mother she replied, in low voice.
J.. And she is poor!'
r 'Very-very poorP and sob caught his ear
0 DO you live far from hereP
The girl shook her head, for she was too niue
: moved to speak
a Come, said Faulkner, his countenance bright
ening, 4 will go and see your mother-will 20
n show me the Say!'
i The girl looked at him moment, her fac
full Of wonder There was too much encoul
a agement in his smile for her to doubt its NEAR
$ ing
4 MY mt Their will thank you,' she murmurec
with swelling heart, and commenced walkin
d In the same direction which she had taken wit
e so much speed the previous day.
e The young girl turned into a very narrow an