The northern galaxy. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1844-1848, 1847-05-25

| ana QdffOQllS, WltnOut any eioTt DtlDS mdOt
towards their eradication, The fertile fields
no longer exhibited any signs Of that care
and attention which had been formerly be-
slowed upon them, but every thing was ne
elected and Suffered TO fall 10 decay; while
| Walter Lysle himself, almost bereit Of his
reason by the sudden and unexpected blow
| which had fallen upon him. instead ofstten-
| ding to his farm, as was once his won:, spent
| The greatest portion Of his time in solitary
rambles, or sat idly brooding in his chair all
day, Had it not been for Mary Lysle, who
like true woman, became only the more
resigned as new misfortunss appeared; and
who was constantly engaged IN endeayor-
ing 10 soothe and sustain her unhappy part
ner, Their is no telling what might not have
happened. But Waller Lysle, overwhelmed
and cast down as he was By his reverses,
was never deaf 10 that one beloved voice,
which had been his unceasng comforter
many time before in sickness and distress,
and though his wife could not altogether re-
move the frown which had gathered upon
his brow, her cheerful words and gentle at
tentions lightened in some degree the load
which had weighed so heavily npon his
heart.
Such was the aspect OF affairs, when some
days subsequent 10 The agents appearance
in the valley, a magnificent barouche, having
about it oil the evidence Of wealth. drew up
at The foot of the little lawn before Waller
Lysle's door and good looking gentleman,
Of The middle age. sprang out, and advanced
up the grayeled walk toward the porch.
Here he looked out for some minutes, for a
bell-pull, bui not discovering one, drew of
one OF his white kid gloves, and was about
making demonstration upon one oil The door
posts, when Mary LysIe, who had observed
the arrival ofthe equipage from a window
came forward 10 meet him.
'Ah! some one here at last said the visi-
tor, with snarl ofthe under lip. as be CLAN
ced with the familiar 'nonchalance' ola man
of fashion, at Mary through his eye-glass. \
thought the place was deserted. What
shocking state your garden is in, madam
was his abrupt salrtation, as she approached
him.
Il merely alluded 10 the condition ofyour
roses and poenies.' said the stranger, who
perceived thai he had gone loo far, and now
wished 10 retrieve his error.
If you desire 10 see my husband, sir be-
gan Mary, who had little doubt as to The OBJ
Ject OF the Strangers visit and now recoiIed
from taking that step which she had previ-
ously determined on.
oh mop replied the stranger. caressingly;
you need not trouble your husband. My a.
gent. suppose, has arranged our little affair,
aud delest all aiterclaps.'
Our liltle AFFAIR." Mary thought. What
great difference there was in some peoples
opinions. To her visitor. with his enormous
wealth, the disposal of,he farm might seem
little affair'-an every day occurrence, as
in truth. it was; but to her it was tie most
important event Of her life.
My visit, however, pursued the proprie-
tor, was not altogether an idle one, and with
your acquiescence. will take sirool ihro'
the premises. in order TO note what improve
nents may be made in the general appear.
ance ofthe place-appearances go a great
way you know before disposing Of it to
another
If that's the case said Mary eagerly-re.
solved 10 seize the first favorable moment for
putting her plans into operation, although
the 1ippant manner oil her visitor gave her
hut little prospect Of success, III that is the
case, | will be your guide sir. My husband
would wait upon you himself but at this mo
ment do not know exactly where 10 look for
him.
Il dare say, he might be found at the
tavern, II we wanted him7 rejoIned the
visitor with no apparent interest in the ques-
ton.
The cheeks and brow of Mary Lyse be-
came suhused from Indignation at this mpu
Iation upon her husbands habits, for he was
noted from ore end Of the valley TO the other
as the most industrious and sober man within
i Units.
You know but little of my husband, if you
can for moment suppose such 10 be his
character she said. But il may be that his
wife's word is insufficient; fso there is the
village clergyman, who will endorse 1t, and
fifty more, besides, if need should be-
prefer taking yonr word. Mrs, Lysle.
By-the-by, ! think you said your husbands
name was Walter?'
You will find it in the agreement, sir re.
piled Mary,
"A thing neverlook at, Mrs. Lysle. Ny
agent has The control of all these matters
Blu; we'll look at the premises; ifyou please.
Walter Lysle, Ell Walter Lysle, and the
visitor kept on repeating The name absenliy
to himself, until they were fairly inside the
house; when his attention was riveteC by a
portrait of Lysle. himself which hung sus-
pended from nail above the hearth.
IFS very extraordinary, solioquized The
proprietor, having apparantly lost sight Of
the fact thl Mary accompanied him. Waiter
Lysle, eh2'
My husband; sir exclaimed Mary, won
dering what it could all mean, and half incli
ned 10 imagine her visitor crazy.
Not bad looking fellow. ether said her
visitor, blnn;ly. To look at his portrait. one
would hardly suppose that he was given 10
indolence.'
There is not more industrious man in the
valley said Mary. warmly,
Then how comes ii that he has suffered
every thing about his premises 10 go TO ruin?
asked the proprietor, looking full at Mary.
oh sir she answered. you only kne W
l-ifyou could but imagine, the state of.mind
he is in at this moment, you would not ask
the cause. Before it came 10 be known thai
we were about to leave this place, my hus-
band was as dilIigent as need be, everything
looked bright and snug around US, But do
believe. that ever since your agent came in
10 the valley, the thought Of leaving it has
turned his brain.