Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1861-01-03

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| ward me. Sotnsiou Z ca 20 back "a
my lonely home xifbout o.>e kind word
l The bright little wood IRE waSs bIszine
and cracking on the hearth In Mrs. Ar
motifs humble dwelling, and The shining
damask table-cloth was already placed for
The festival dinner, at an hour when Mrs.
Harrington had just languished through
her breakfast. 1t was a sunny liffie home,
with IFS bright window glass, and few
plants in the sunshine, and the canary
twittering among the folds Of the Turkey
red curtains, and Mrs. Arnott IN the rock
ing chair, by the fire, looked every inch
the lady, even though she wore shilling
delainc with collar Of plain, unsdorned
linen. As foI Mary, standing by the win
dow just where the moonlight quivered
like a golden diadem round her lovely
chestnut hair--no words can describe heT
soft bloom or the dewy lustre of her blue
eyes. One might almost forgive the
mother for the wish that suffered across
her heart AT that instant, lat they were
just a ktt1e richer, 80 thet Mays beauty
might sparkle in a proper setting.
There was a knock at the door, and
Mrs. Arnott rose to open t.
"Why, Cousin Jabez, who could have
imagined its'
Come to spend Thanksgiyin' with
you 7" said the old man. giving Mrs. Ar
nott's slender palm huge squeeze in his
brown paw.
And you're as welcome as howers in
May cried she, affeciienaiely. @Come
in, Cousin Jabez, and let me take your
coat. Now, don't resist you're going to
stay with us month at least. have not
seen you for so long. Mary, my love,
that is your cousin from Vermont you
have often heard me speak Of his kindness
TO me when child"
Mary put up her coral lips to kiss Tn
Gle Jahez, and repeated ner mothers cor
dial welcome.
John viii be here in few minutes"
said Mrs. Arnott, when she had esfab-
lished her guest in the rocking-chair before
the CHEEKY blaze; " be viii be so glad 10 :.
seeyou. Do sit nearer the fire, Cousin
Jabez; there - that's right Why. II \
seems like my childhood over again 10 see =
you IN our little Thanksgiving circiaT
you're the same warTn-hearted m a
ever, Ellen said the old man, putting his
hand caressingly on the fair head, where
few silver hairs were already beginning
TO CLEAN among the brown tresses.
How his heart expanded IN ihe genial
influence Of that bright little home-hap-
py, IN spite Of its too evident poyerfy.-
How joyous it seemed beside the frigid
splendors Of Mrs. \. Howard Harringtol's
mansion
And when they all sat in the crimson
glow Of thered, embefs, at twilight, chat
ing over the past and present, Cousin
Iabez: unfoldsa all his kindly plans.
I-sm alone IN the world," he said.
and ] want some one to cheer Up the old
mans solitary hours. am rich and have
.nough for Us all Come TO Yarmouth. all
# you, and live with me. The. country
ir will strengthen you up John. Ellen
hall see the place where she was gal,
nd little Mary shall be my heir. What
'ye say?"
What did they say: The warm aush
! Mr.. Arnotfs thin cheek responded in
antly, and Ellen gratefully clasped the
ID mans hand, while little Mary whis-
cred under her breath:
The country-the country for poor r
apa, o! Cousin Jabez, we shall be -
Apply =" -s
Six months aferwardsa rcd flag waved
'cT tiEr Harrington mansion. n. How
I'd had failed, and with his wife had re-
red 10 the friendly shades Of downtown
nement house, Miss Georgy having
ken an opportunity to elope with her
usic-master. Ii WAS dreary sight. thar
antily furnished apartment, with the
EVa IN. %.
yht OF day haring in through soiled and
lcurtained windows. Mrs. Harrington
{ by the hearth, IN a dirty silk wrapper,
ndering on their --ill-luck," when the door
ened, and in staggered n. Howard,
newhat the worse for liquor mrs.
arlington had 10 thank her s.aristocratic
for the proeliyity Of her
sband-)
. Here's news" he grumbled. "Old
be Higgins is dead, and has left forty
1usand dollars 10 Jack Arnoit's dAugh-
:" Forty thousand dollars y cried Mrs.
with the eager glare with
Lich drowning wretch sees the only
ar floating away out OF his reach. @Who
uld have supposed he was worth 30
Ich money: Oh, if only had"
IF you only hadn't been a fool" snarled
= husband. But that's the way you
lerally manage matters. If II wasn't for
4, we should not have been here nov"
Which was true enough, as Mrs. Har-
gton acknowledged TO her own remorse-
heart. And all the glittering shower
wealth now descending ON little Mary
mott might have been hers If she had
y spoken kindly 10 the old man ia the
ternut colored suit On that eyentfal
lnksgiying day.