The northern galaxy. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1844-1848, 1846-01-20

mere Is IN Mr.. Sneale'S room: lis daV is
changed into night-irs as solitary as the
tomb
is he gone, Jane I? said Kate, starting up.
'Oh no, Miss-Lord how pale you look
but dismal like tomb, mean. The ward
robe is emptied-the books are all in boxes
the pictures, every one of them, even that
pretty likeness of Mr.. Sheafe that a body
can never look at without feeling that he is
just going to speak something pleasant
that is in u box, and il looked up at me some
how sortowiui, it did, ma'am; and his dress
ing gown, that always hung there-aways
with the red cord and tassels hanging down
by the bed post lively and like Mr.. Sheale.
that is packed up too
Jane, do go away said KATE, petulantly;
you make my head ache
Why, Miss Katel' said JaEe and as she
shut the door after her, she murmured 10 her
self, 'her heart ached more like, and its good
enough for her, for know that she is al the
bottom OF il
"A few moments after, in fiounced Sophy,
the cook, and after turning her eye from Mrs.
Ewing to her daughter, Its true, ma'am,'
she said see IT'S Irue-l could not believe
Jane, Well, how things does turn topsy-
iurvy in this world | shall have 10 90 too.
| can't stand it. He never Kept the dinner
waiting, and never came too soon,and iretted
for it. Who'll regulate the clock now?
shall never take no more satisfaction liz roast
ing a goose. He always said did ii 10
turn The tears actually rolled over her
round, black cheeks. She continued: with
most every body, the scum will rise some
times, but he's as clear as spring wafer. He
knows what Is whaI, Mr.. Sheafe does. He
says I'm the only one short of old England
that can cook Christian beoi-steak, and he
always has something funny 10 say. Oh,
he's sugar and spice toop
"A poor humble widow, who served the
house from thread and needle basket opened
the door gently at this moment, and asked
is il true, ma'am? is Mr.. Sheale soingY
Yes
THE Lord have mercy then on the poor.
Every new voice brought forth fresh
shower of tears from Mrs. Ewing.
While matters were at this point, the door
was opened a crack. and MIR. Sheaie said in
broken voice
4 am going out for an hour. When the
carpenter calls, Mrs Ewing, be kind enough
to tell him the boxes are ready 10 nail up
| Half an hour after, when the carpenter
did call, Kate sprang up and said, Il will
speak to him mammal An hour or Two pas
sed away, when Mr.. Sheale came in. He
had pass-key 10 the street door, and he
opened it and shut it very gently no one was
appraised OF his entrance.
| 'Of all the men ever knew. he had the
greatest repugnance TO scenes. He dreaded
dear Mrs Ewing's ingenious demonstra-
tons; so he stole steallhily up the back stairs
and first entered his lodging room. The
door communicating with his paror was
wide open, and through il he saw his books
were replaced in his bookcase; he advanc-
ed a little farther-the pictures were hung
in their places Il little farther STILL and he
saw Kate Ewing standing on chair before
his picture. which she had that moment re
placed and heard her say:
Dear, dear Mr.. Sheate-never never shall
you leave this house i'll can help it,
My friend paused. Smiles were on hel
lips and tears IN her eyes. 1t could not long
er be concealed that she was the heroine o
her own story. ! looked round upon the
children. Surprise and discovery were flash
ing from Anne Reyburn's bright eyes.
The younger girls cried, Go on, 90 oil
mamma, and What did Mr. Sheale say 6?
what could Miss Kate sayP
4 do not remember, my dear children. L
was one of those rich moments of lie when
much more is felt Than said but this know
very well, thatirom that time TO This, have
never rcpented the repentance of that morn
ing
My friend was interrupted by the enfr-
ance Of her hsband. He had been into the
village and brought home a basket of fruit
and flowers, which he threw among the chill
dren. His face had that expression ofbeam-
ing, paternal happiness, which came from
the consciousness that his footsteps, once over
his threshold, was the wecomcst sound ever
heard there.
think there was slight struggle in Anne
Reyburn's bosom, as there will be when old
ideas are giving place 10 new ones, but it
was soon over. A joyous light flashed from
her soul as her eye fell on her father. and
kissing Ter mother, she said, in a su6ducd
voice
Nobody but yourself, mamma, would
have made me believe that yours was not a
love-maich in the beginning Us it is in the
end. Well, well, | have had many dream
of love i'll ever have such a reality as yours,
shall be quite confented'
The light just dawned on Clara.
why. Anne p she exclaimed. Goodness.
mamma! Mr.. .Stedfe, indeedl Dear, dear
Mr.. Sheale! Ifyou had stabbed him, mann
ma, never would have forgiven youp
| A pretty family scene followed "a chorus
of ordinations, few tears, many questions
some jokes on the discarded patch, and a
ringing of laughing voices-but here the
curtain falls.