Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1859-09-30
God in heaven /! Ella. your father is


Screams and uproar-faintings and
frantic flying from place to place was the |
order Of that terrible hour. The physician
was sent for; relatives were sent for
the house was caravansery till the fol-
lowing day.
Unfortunate-but it was well he left
her something said hook-nosed indiv-
idual, who was stalking about, and who,
to the little boys great terror, patted
Alexis on the head whenever he came
near him, with his great fists.
Yes, it proved that he cared some
thing for her. Still young-the widow,
you eknow-looks very charming yet,
make good match
Shouldn't wonder, said the hook
nosed individual, who was her uncle by
marriage. / always thought there was
wrong streak in that boys brain. He
was an oddity in his boyhood, sir, the
greatest oddity l ever saw. How be
ever became a settled man of family, /
can't for the life of me tell, but there l.
insanity will out
Yes, yes-she's charming woman,
said the friend, who, by-the-by, had a
face like those wax heads one sees in
BARRIERS windows, and like them, all
false. His forehead and nose were as
straight as ruler, every other feature was
mathematically proportioned, but he was
sixty, wore false hair, false teeth, a false
complexion and false bust, though very
military. a
The widow, as she thought herself, or
dered funeral and put her family into
deep mourning. Days, weeks, months
passed, and still the same rigid proprie-
ty. She never opened her front shut
ters--she seldom spoke Of her has
band save to her children, and that,
think, was sign that her grief was no
eye, but heart-deep.
The broker, meanwhile, was an objec
of the greatest curiosity.
sOh! wasn't he magnificent p said the
tall young lady at No. 6, as she watched
him making his entree and exit. Suel
a superb fguref
] No. was next door to the Danyers.
Il declare, Jenny, wish there wa
some way to find out whether or not b
is gentleman. By his walk, | am abou
. sure but then bis business =
Jenney was her maid.
why, I wouldn't mind going ther
Q and pawning something, just to pleas
you, said Jenny, who wanted to see th
Il man as much as her mistress did.
- well, suppose you do, Jenny. Pl
on an old hood and cloak, and, by ii
way, shouldn't mind having little e,
: ira change, papa is growing SO sting.
= and I will pay you for the trouble
FOh, no occasion, nom. I'm SURF
- said Jenny, and thank you,' whic
latter clause was equivalent to sayir
80 that of course she expected something.
" Jenny made up her bundle-an 0
:. satin dress, a shawl almost as good
new, only out of fashion, an antique 60
" pencil-case, and a queer miniature
= somebody's grandmother set in gold al
= = briIliants, that the young lady had fOur
and only treasured to laugh at, it "
so odd ? she said. The gold and t
: brilliants were dim, but who knew h
much they might be worth?
not As Jenny entered the brokers' sh,
she encountered tall, pale woman,
-. an uncertain age, who held by the ha
little child of some seven summers,
ne oddly dressed that it was quite comi
ave to see. Her pretty head with its fal
v
,uo curls was hidden in an oyer-large bon
- of coarse straw, evidently of home M
- ufacture, her little hands were enca
.ou in loose, large, wrinkled gloves, her dr
nm was entirely out of the fashion, be
von long, dowdy and uneouth, while two pl
i, ty little feet tried TO show themselves
lent der the creasing of homely moro
shoes.
At Jenny felt like laughing at this di
ber nutiye, dressed up specimen of ch
ock hood, but there was something in
c;es pale face of the woman who stood gu
,en- over her, that checked the disposition
make mirth, and she turned quite so
her ly towards the smiling broker.
n He stood there, serenely dark
handsome, with an air that Jenny
;gbt her mistress would well become a g
s;bIa lord and oh isn't he handsome
showed such white teeth while he tail
and his eyes seemed to go through
the through one. But, dear me, there
c. the queerest woman there, and the
est child and when laid that old
able ture in the case on the counter, you sh