Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1851-12-25

tie marble pillar Herbert has ordered,
will bear this inscription, The Grdoe
Of Wilhe Noudesley VdicoH' oh, |
tremble when think that before anoth-
er year, my blue eyed Maude may sleep
beside her brother. Entreat of my ia
Their, beg of him to forgive me- Per-
haps have not suffered enough for my
disobedience, but for Herbert's sake,
whose only fault is in loving me too
well,-for my sweet Maude's sake, beg
of my futher to send me his forgiveness
i will ask no more. MARIE"
CHAPTER v.
Five years have passed since Marie
was banished from her fathers house,
and now we will return TO the old fash
Toned slttlng-room, and see the change
which Time has wrought upon its in
mates. A portion Of the room was oc-
cupled by Il bed, the curtains of which
are closely drawn. The deep breathing
of the occupant, the ticking of the
house-clock, and the purring Of the cat
upon the rug, are all the sounds which
break the stiffness In a high backed
chair, near the bedside, Mrs Moudes-
ley is sitting. Her hair is silvery white,
and parted plainly over her forehead,
where Time has set his signet.
Well might Marie have written that
Maude's eyes were like her mothers for
they were indeed slrikingly simiar-the
same deep blue, the same sad and
thoughtful glance.
The expression Of Mrs, Moudcsley's
face showed that her thoughts were
pleasant ones; and how could theo be
otherwise when she was hourly expect
ing the return Of her only chld-thc
child which for five long years she had
yearuod to see
Sickness and suffering had finished
the work in Mr. Moudeslcy's bosom
which Mares letter had commenced
He had sent for Herbert begging of him
TO bring his wife and child Immediately,
before It should be too late for him to
see them again, and the answer had an
nounced that they should arrive on this
very day. II was nearly sun set when
the stage drew up in front of tue dwell
ing. Marie did not pause until she bad
rushed through the well-known hall, in
To the sitting room, where she would
have thrown herself at her mothers feet,
had she not caught her IN her arms.
The 10" suits which echoed through
the room were not Of grief but of thrill
ing Joy. Little Maude sat quite ne
elected IN her fathers arms, looking
thoughrlully and poutingly upon the
scene before her, and half mind to cry,
because Mnrle was crying.
Mr.. MoudesIey parted the bed-cu
talns with his wasted hands, and looked
upon the meeting he dared not interrupt.
Tears chased one another down his
wrlnkled face, and half suppressed
groan escaped him. In moment Marie
was knecllng beside HIM, covering his
hands with kisses.
'Oh father dearest father forgive
me- was all she could say.
Rise, Marie, your poor father has
much more need Of forgiveness from
his injured child. did not know how
necessary You we're TO my happiness,
but FIVE long years of obstinacy have
taught me that | cannot live without
YOU. VIII you forgive ali have made
YOU suffer, Marie, and make my dying
hours more comiorlabler
Oh, father father do not talk So
you most not dIe-we could not be hap
Ply without YOU. II was ! that was a.
lone 10 blame, for should have waited
for the consent You would at last have
been willing to give.
Where is Herbert ? SAID Mr.. Mou-
desley. He came to the bedside bear
ing his little Maude in his arms.
All | have lost my namesake,' said
the old man, | did not deserve TO have
one. Herbert, my son. cae you forgive
mei'
i have forgotten, father, that have
aught to forgive said Herbert, as he
pressed the sick mans hand warmly.
Herbert and Marie sat down, one on
each side OF the bed and tried 10 cheer
and encourage their father. Little
Maude slipped down and toddled of by
herself
Oh, we will nurse You so tenderly,
dear father, you viii soon be well and
Maude shall pratllo to you, aud caress
you, and you feel young again. Where
is Maude, HERBERT; ?
Oh. Grandmamma has taken her to
the cake closet, where the acquaintance
is progressing rapidly, he replied, laugh
ing.
From that day Mr.. Moudesley did in
deed get along lamously. The very
next morning he said that he had slept
better than he had for years, and in
lew days he was able to SIT up and hold
his little pet in his arms.
lie was soon well enough to wander
from room 10 room, and in the warm
days he INDUCED himself in sirolling a.
bout the grounds.
Maude was constantly with him, anu
ing him with her pratils only when she
talked about poor buzzer lille, do,cn
an me deep ground , then he would
bury his face in his hands and sob like
a child. Mrs. Moudesley expressed but
little of what she felt in words, but the