Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1861-10-04

a moment, Mss Dell" in so assured and cor
manding way, that she iuvoluntari
" paused. The gentleman stepped up TO Il
rs cashier, struck him smart blow on the sic
rs OF the face with the palm Of his hand, iii
le ping him over, took the vacated stool at h
!. desk, and by tho time the (, low had pickt
up, had balanced his account, aud was r, ad
" Tor him with the residue OF his wages. The
n leading the fellow to the door by the arm
= kicked him into the street. All this wa
i done SO coolly, with so much ease and ger
= 'lemanly decision, lat Jennie could tax
no exception to even the last act of tn
drama.
MY store will be safe for you in the iu
ture, Miss D.ll, Tut | will not put you to tn
5 Inconvenience OF bringing your work. | will
. send boy fer it, and directing lad Il
take the lady's bundle, Mr.. Brewer bowe
JeLne out OF the store before she had tim
to cry, or do anything more than thank hin
with glan,e, which, breaking from her lat
Indignation, was curious intermingling 0
pride and gratitude.
The incident had recalled for the hundredtl
time terrible consciousness OF her unpro
tected situation, and she felt more keenl,
than ever the utter h,lplessness of poverty
Sometimes the blood Of proud ancestry
dashed to her cheeks, and throbbed TO her
temples but the next moment woman's
tears chased each other down her check.
IL am so glad you have come, father, |
have been so lonely. and then l was fearful
something had happened"
Inc old man man bent little to kiss the
eyes Of his daughter--kissing the eyes was
the emphasis of his affection-and his Inns
we're mDistened by tear which Jennie had
unwillingy lett there in the haste Of brush
ing them away to meet his coming sep.
What is this, daughter? Crying. my
child You are not SICK, dear :? Why, l
thought my brave girl never cried, however
dark the day might be !" and, with hand
on each shoulder, the white.haired man held
the bright-faced daughter at arms length
before him, gazing loving inquiries into her
eyes.
Not trace Of sadness was in the beaming
face OF The daughter now so after meeting
his gaze laughingiy moment, Jennie slipped
to bis side, leaned close to bis shoulder, clasp
log his arm in her hand, and said
"Oh, nothing of any moment, father. We
troubles, OF our own when we are left alone
all day. But when father comes back again,
Jenny Is happy enough, isu't she Z" and the
girl locked into his face with SO mnch of
beauty, and smile. and joy, that the old man
forgot the dew-drop which had dried on his
lips, and went to wondering what made his
daughter SO happy, alone and hard at work
In that sober room all day.
The father forgot the sadness sooner for a
jewel OF good tidings which he was holding
tight IN his heart, longing to give it to his
daughter but wondering which was the most
perfect way to show it. Whether to raise
the lid with spring ard permit the Koh-i-
moor TO Hash with its diamond lighting full in
her face at once, or to lift the lid gently, SO
that the loved ones eyes might catch the
brllliance, ray by ray, and beam by beam.
While the daughter was making the tea-ket-
tic cover dance, and then pouring sputtering
hot water into the little black teapot, in the
bottom OF which very few but very nice little
leaves lay curled in fragrant excIusiveness
and concentration, the glad father thought
the matter over. While the torpid little
leaves warmed into inevitable expansion by
the heated food, the glad father continued
to think it over.
You look tired, father; have you worked
hard to-day y mot very, daughter"
1t is well that the girl dropped the plate
from her hand, though itwont down with
crackle into fragments, for the old man was
reeling out of his chair. She was just in
time TO save him. Without a word, the
daughter held him moment, till she could
glance into his face, and then with strength
which she could always command when
aroused, bore him to the nearest bed, and
laid MIN there.
Father Father I"
Not word, nor sigh of consciousness
ennie bathed his temples with water, rub
bed his arms, his chest, called on him, kissed
aim, and wept. His lips moved.
"What is it, father p and the DAUGHTERS
'ar is close by the trembling lips.
81 have heard" tly-"from RobertD
ainter. "Robert is-hc isn--thc voice is
90 faint to be heard--the lips ceased to
nove-the cid man is dead. No cries of
Father, dear father p no chafing of hands, {
10 bathing Of that calm, snow-iringed brow |
viii ever bring back the soul now freed at
ast ieom its cherries imprisonment of eighty G
ears. '
; raIgiten the stifening limbs, lone daugh-
es; close tighter the eyeids he is gone. 9
Aad the secret hidden in that unfinished SEN I
snce-~-it, too, is gone. and vainly will you d
~ to faihom its import. Tae blow was a
errible one. Not alone that this was her )
tay and companion, but her only support S
nd her only friend. Alone. t
When ali hope of restoration was gone, v
ennie stood erect little way from the bed, I
er h ad buried in her hands, and let the il
de OF loss and loneness sweep over her
u that ins'aut of time she drank the full OF
up, and tasted each and every Ingredient. it
his made her calm. Another nature might l
ave sunk she was lifted strengthened. al
IL the energies OF her heart came INTO ac- Ell
We lite aud now, fearful or quiet, busy Sc
: sti |, she was made the same strong, sc L
'nsc GUS woman she had ever been. She al
as ever stronger and more calm. of
A quick step upon tho stairs, and care
IS rap at the door. 1t was the bright te
ced lad with bundle. in
"Mr. Brewer says as how this is nicer m,
ork, and you may send back the other
mile sa the Lite fellow, boy-likc. as sci
came ahiu, tly iuto the room, his face
aiming with ple sure and exercise e0h,
iss Dell" ad the boy fell iuto awe he