The weekly Butte record., 1862-11-15


You are not even noticing it, she pouted.
Because l see something 50 much better
worth looking at he said payfully.
Do you really love me so very much p she
asked, throwing down the flowers, and coming
around to his side.
He rose and drew her caressingly toward
him.
My dearest, you are more precious to NE
than the whole world beside =
She let her hand rest moment on his shoul-
der and when she raised it, there was tear on
her eye lashes.
"Oh, Walter, if mamma could only have
lived to see how happy we are -
There was knock at the door. Mrs Ever
leigh slipped from her husbands arm, with the
prettiest blush in the world, and was very busy
with her flowers when the rich lawyers right
hand man" put bis grizzled head into the room.
The old man TO see You about that Jesse
/ Fairweather business, sir"
Show him in. Don't look so disappointed
love- he said, turning to his wife, as the griz-
zled head disappeared ." l shall not be detain-
ed three minutes, and the horses are at the
door"
Mary Everleigh never troubled her pretty
little head about business matters, so she never
even looked up as the halting sound of old job
Rayneford's crutch echoed on the carpet. But
the instant he spoke, she started as if an arrow
had smote her, and stood with her large eyes
dilated, and her slender hands clasped together,
listening as intently as if her life depended on
hearing every word. The old man was plead
ing sorrowful-her husband politely infexble
At length Job Raynesford turned to 90.
"Wen, sir, be said ia a suodued tone, al
don't know much about law and law books,
but it does seem hard that an old man should
be turned ont of the home that has sheltered
him for sixty years, and all for no fault Of his
own. Theysay you are very rich gentleman,
sir-fve thousand dollars may seem very
small sum to You, but it is my all"
Mrs. Everlcigh's soft voice broke the mo-
mentary silence that succeeded this appeal.
"Walter, come here one minute-I want TO
speak to YOU"
lie obeyed, somewhat surprised She drew
him into the deep recess Of the stained glass
bay-window, and standing there, with the rose
and the amber shadows playing about her
lovely brow, Ike some fair pictured saint, she
told him how, twenty years ago, weared
child and its mother were fed and sheltered by
kind hearted stranger how he had given
them money and kind wishes, when they were
utterly alone and desolate in the wide world"
But, my love what has all this to do with
my business matters ?'
Much, Walter; I am that little child -
You, my dearest?'
q, my husband and the noble man who
l am persuaded, saved my life that night,
yonder, with gray, bowed down head and
sinking heart.'
Mary, you must surely be mistaken"
4 cannot be mistaken, Walter should
know him amongst a thousand You said you
loved me this morning-now grant me one lit
tie boon y
What is it, deares ?"
Give me that note he speaks Of"
Mr.. Everleigh silently went to a small little
ebony cabinet, unlocked it. and drew out a
folded paper which he placed in her hands.
She glided up to the old man, who had been
gazing out of the window in sort of reverie,
and laid her soft hand on his arm.
DO you remember the little golden haired
Mary whom you found with her mother, wea-
ried out upon the roadside twenty years ago ?"
Do l remember her, lady? 1t was but
this very morning was recalling the whole
scene"
And you don't recognize ne ?" she asked,
up into bis face, as she threw back the drOop-
ing curls. Z" | am little Mary"
He stood in bewildering silence; all Of
sudden the truth seemed to break upon him,
aud he laid his hand upon her head with a
fearful blessing.
And your mother, my child"
She has been dead for years; but it is my
dearest task to be the instrument of her graft
tude. Here is the note you endorsed-my
husband has given it to me- See ~
A small spirit lamp was burning in one of
the inches she held the bit of paper over its
fame until it fell cloud of ashes upon the
floor
"Well?"
Mrs, Raynesford met her husband at the
door the instant his crutches sounded on the
little gravel path.
why don't you speak OF course you've
nothing but bad news TO tell, bat | may as
well hear it at once. Have you seen the gen.
tleman? What did he say?'
Hannah - said old Job Raynesford, slow
IL folding I'd bis gloves, do YOU remember