The Cass County Republican. [volume] (Dowagiac, Mich.) 18??-1880, 1862-09-04

from his writing, to contemplate ~itt
an involuntary smile of pride and affee
tior-was a lovely woman, in whit,
cashmere morning robe, trimmed viii
white velvet, who stood opposite ar
ranging flowers in boquet She wore
. spray of berries, carved out of pinl
Neapolitan coral, at her throat, and
tiny pendants of the same rare stone iu
her small, shell-like ears, and the slen-
der waist was tied round with broad
pink ribbon.
"There. Walter-isn't that pretty p
she asked, holding up her completed
boqnet.
"Very pretty" he answered, looking
not at the roses and geraniums, but di.
rectly at the blue eyes and golden curls
of his beautiful young wife.
"You are not even noticing it." she
pouted.
because I see something SO much
better worth looking at" he said. play.
fully.
"Do you really love me so very
much p she asked throwing down the
flowers, and comingsround to his side.
He rose, and drew her caressingly
toward him.
My dearest you are more precious
to me than the whole world beside r.
She let her head rest a moment on
his shoulder, and when she raised it,
there was tear on her eyelashes.
"Oh, Walter, if mamma could only
have lived to see how happy we are !"
"There was knock at the door.
Mrs. Everleigh slipped from her hus.
bands arm. with the prettiest blush in
the world, and was very busy with her
flowers when the rich lawyers "right
hand man" put his grizzled head into
the room.
"The old man 10 see you about that
Jesse Fairweather business, SIR"
"Show him In. Don't look so dis
appointed, love," he said turning to his
wife, as the grizzIed head disappeared !;
81 shall not be detained three minutes,
and the horses are at the door"
Mary Everleigh never troubled her
pretty little head about business mat
ters. SO she never even looked mp as the
halting sound of old Job Raynesford'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 in
tently as intently as if her life depended
on hearing every word. The old man
was pleading and sorrowful-her hus-
band politely infexible. At length Job
Raynesfod turned to 60.
swell, sir" he said, in subdued
tone, 81 don't know much about law
and law books, but it does seem hard
that an old man should be turned out
Of the home that has sheltered him for
sixty years, and all for no fault of his
own. They say you are very rich
gentleman, sir-6ve thousand dollars
may seem a small sum to you, but it is
my aN!"
Mrs. Everleigh's soft voice broke the
momentary silence that succeeded this
appeal.
Walter come here one minute-I
want to speak to you."
He 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,
like some fair pictured saint, she told
him how, twenty years ego, wearied
child and its mother were fed and
sheltered by a 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; l ara that little
child r'
You my dearest ?"
L, my husband and the noble man
who, am persuaded, saved my life
| that night, stands yonder, with gray
bowed down head aud sinking heart Y
Mary, You must surely be mis-
taken."
81 cannot be mistaken, Walter,
, should know him amongst thousand
Yon said you loved me this morning
} now grant me one little boon p
: What is it, dearest p
"Give me that note he speaks of.
Mr.. Everleigh silently went to
| small ebony cabinet. unlocked it, ane
: drew out folded paper, which NJ
placed in her hands. She glided up L
I the old man. who had been gazing on
, of the window in sort of reverie, an(