Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1856-05-16


and every penny could earn has been
paid the doctor. You know he was TO
have earned the rent if he had been
we'll"
q don't know anything about it." re-
turned the landlord doggedly-for Mr..
Vaughan owned the little farm, it after
wards appeared. "All / know is, that
you have had the house and land, and
that for two whole years you haven't paid
me a penny. You know / told you a
month ago that you should have just one
more to pay me. That month was up
last night. Can you pay me ?"
''No! no 20, God knows 1 can't"
"Then you must leave the house"
"When ?"
"To-night! !''
"You do not mean that You viii not
turn US out so quickly as"
"Out upon your prating! What do you
mean by that? You had notice a month
ago. How long notice do you suppose
l give? I you havn't had time in month
to move, then you must look out for the
consequences. Tonight you move! If
you want shelter you may go into the
old house at the horse pond"
"But there is not window in it."
"Beggars shouldn't be choosers," re-
marked Mr.. Vaughan. "Ifit hadn't been
for hunting up the officer, I should have
been here this morning. But tain't my
fault. Now l can have a good tenant
right of, and he wants the house to-mor-
row. So there is not word to be said.
shall take your two cows, and your
sheep and if they go for more than twenty
pounds after taking out the expenses, you
shall have the balance back"
The poor peasant gazed for moment
half wildly, into the landlords face and
then sank into chair, and covered his
face with his hands.
"My cows! my sheep!" he groaned,
spasmodically. 20, kill me and have
done with it
'In Gods name, Mr.. Vaughan cried
the wife, "Spare US them. We will leave
the cot, and we Will work with all our
might until We pay you every farthing,
but do not take away our very means of
life. My poor boy will die! o, you are
rich, and we are poorr'
"Nonsense!' uttered this unfeelinq man.
"Im used to such stuff. I make a living
by renting my farms, and this farm is one
of the best have. A good man can lay
up more than ten pounds a year here"
"But we have been SICK" urged the
woman.
"That isn't my fault. If you are pau
pers, you know where to go to get taken
care of. Now 1 don't want another word.
Out you go, tonight, unless you pay
me the twenty pounds, and your COWS and
sheep go to-"
l was just upon the point of turning to
my companion to ask him if he would not
help me to make up the sum, for was
determined that the poor folks should not
be turned out thus. The woman had
sunk down, and she too, had covered her
face with her hands. At that moment
Nathan Leeman sprang to his feet. His
face was very pale, and for the first time
[ saw that tears had been running down
his cheeks.
"Look ye sir" he said to Vaughan,
" how much do these people owe you p
Twenty younds," returned he, regard
ing his interlocutor sharply.
And when did this amount come due
in the year,"
at is due just one month ago. The
rent is twelve pounds, but 1 allowed him
four pounds for building bridge over the
river"
''Show me the BILL"
The man pulled out large leather
pocket book, from it took a bill. 1t was
receipted. Leeman took out his purse.
and counted out twenty golden sovereigns.
He handed them to the landlord, and took
the bill
Il believe that settles the matter sir"
my companion said, exerting all his power
to appear calm.
"Yes, sir" returned Vaughan, gazing
first upon the man who had given him
the money, to see if he was in earnest.
and turning to the window to see if the
gold was pure. "Yes, sir" he repeated.
This makes it all right"
''Then 1 suppose We can remain here
undistnrbed"
4But / have no surety for any pay for
the future. A month has already run on
an unpaid term"
1T is right you should have your pay,
surely. Come tomorrow, sir, and I will
arrange II with You.--only leave us now %