Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1854-02-24

her grandmother had left her. But
a hundred' Did they want a hun
drcd did they want whole hun
bred: And would they send Mrs.
Kent 10 prison aud sell her goods 7
and turn Mary out of doors and
Robert-oh, how i'll Robert luokcd
II would kill Robert 7 oh contln-
ued Susan, wrluging her hands, |
would sell myself for bondswoman
i would be like negro lave, for
one hundred pounds =
Would YOU ? said the stranger,
advancing S, ddenly from the door,
and producing two bank bills would
you we'll we will strike bargain
| will give you two hundred pounds
Tor this little hand-only this little
hand ?
What do you mean, sir Z exclaim-
cd Mrs. Kent, what can you mean ?
{ Nothing, but what is fair and hon
orable ; returned her lodger ;
let Susan promise TO meet NE at
church tomorrow, and here are Two
hundred pounds to dispose Of, at her
pleasure, tonight"
Susan my dear Susann Let her
alone, molherp interrupted Robert I;
she must choose for hcrsclfp-and
for few moments there was dead
silence.
Robert stood, leaning against the
the wall pale as marble-his eyes
cast down, and his lips closely com
pressed. IN state Of forced compos-
ure. Mrs. Kenl-her head turning,
now towards the bank notes, and now
towards her son-was IN a safe of
restless and uncomfortable instability:
Mary clnng, crying, about her moth
err. and Susan-her color VARYING.
and her lip qnivering-sat uucon-
sciously twisting and untwisiing the
bank notes in her hand.
We'll, Susan:' said the artist, " no
Ind remained in tranquil expectation,
surveying the group with bis falcon
eye-.Well, Susan, have You deter
nincd' The color rose to her tenn
pies, and she answered, firmly, Yes,
sir be pleased to take back the
notes. love nobody but Robert !;
and Robert loves me dearly-l know
lie does. Oh, Mrs Kent; YOU would
not have me vex q oberl.-your own
dear son-and he SO i'll would yoI:
let them take these things. They can
never be SO cruel as to put YOU in
pilson-you, who were always so
kind and be will work Cor YOU and
will work for YOU Nelcr mind
being poor better anything than be
false hearted to my Robert =
God bless you, my Susan = God
bless YOU my dear child = burst at
once FROM Robert and his mother as
they, alternately, folded her in their
arms.
Pray take the notes, sir repeat
ed Susan, after a short interval.
No, that will no; do, replied the
stranger smiling 'Thc notes shall
be yours-are yours--nnd what is
moIe. on my own conditions Meet
me at church, Tomorrow morning,
and shall have the pleasure of be-
slowing this pretty hand as always
intended, on my good friend, Rob
CIT, here. have a wife at home, my
dear, whom | would not exchange.
even for you; and am quite rich e.
nough to afford myself the luxury of
making you happy. Besides, you
have claim To the money. These
very bank notes were aained by that
sweet face Your friend. Mr.. Les
combe, Robert, has purchased the
llay-cary ing. We have had good
deal of talk about you, aud am
quite certain that he will provide for
you all. No. continued he, inter-
rlpling something that Robert was
gong TO say No thanks no apol-
oges won't hear a word Meet
the at church tomorrow But, re-
member, young man, no more zeal
ousy aud followed by glance from
Susan, of which Robert might have
been jealous, the artist left the shop.