The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1863-09-04

burning cheeks and compressed lips.
''Why have | never been told this be-
fore? ;"
"My dear, Colonel Everett had Il right
to hcstow h : property where and how he
pleased"
Had not Charles Everett been brought
up in expectation of being his uncle's heir?
Was he not the nearest blood relation,
wlli:e am but distant connection p
eyes, but
''More than this, has not Charles laid
down his life under the crimson folds of
his country's tag-are not his wife and
children in destitution, while | am revel-
ing in the wealth that should have been
theirs Great Heaven, that this thing
should have been for years, and | not
to know of it!
Gratia had risen from her seat, and was
walking up and down the room with a
strange fire flashing in her humid dark
eyes. Mrs Allaire watched her with a
troubled face
Suddenly she stopped
Aunty, this injustice shall be repaired
this wrong shall be ri9hted as far as in
me lies | will give this money back to
the widow and tatherless-alas! that it
should be too late to render restitution to
the brave man who lies on the red tiels! of
Gettysburg!"
Gratia-my cllild-are you insane?"
"No, aunty, | am only sane. Do not
irritate Inc with useless arguments and
unneaning sophist'y-my mind is made
up, and | wish to lose no time. viii you
send for lawyer?"
"FOr Mr.. SOuthall?"
The sudden carmine blazed into the
pearl pure cheek-the eyelids dropped
with momentary shynesS, but it was but
for II second.
''For Mr.. Southall, if yo1 like. He
has always had charge OF my ALTERS, and
is perhaps the best person to consult in
this emergency"
every well, my dear, will do as you
desire; but am quite convinced that Mr..
Southan will think with me, that this is an
absurd piece of QuixOtism. -
"He will not, aunty, "sai'l Gratia, softly,
yet positively; 81 know that he will
not"
''Oh, dear, dear!'' groaned poor Mrs.
Allaire, in conflicting tempest of annoy
ance and veXation; eff ! had only held
my foolish tongue about Charles Everett
and his claims.''
But Gratia, wrapped in deep thought,
had no ear for the poor old lady's lamen-
tatiOns
1t was quiet old room. that library,
with its heavy Gothic furniture and nut
brown carpet sprinkled with scarlet and
amber CLEANS from the stained glass win
dow, in whose deep recess stood the round
oaken table. There was Il faint O'iOr of
Russia leather in the apartment, and d
strange sense Of quiet rested in every
nook and corl.er.
Gratia sat at the table, one rourc arm,
white as carved pearl and circled with a
plain band CT gold, resting upon the piles
of papers, and the other hand toying idly
with her watch-chain, while her wistfui
eyes were fixed full upon Warren South
al's face
'The deed, then, gives all uncondit.on-
ally to Charles Everett's widow and child
ren-nM?"
cit does, Miss Everett
"And it takes effect Immediately ?'e
eyes -
Gratia drew deep breath of relief.
You will see that they receive the
benefit of this document as soon as pos
sible, Sir?"
Certainly, it you wish it. And now,
Miss Gratia, another subject demands your
con>iderat on"
Gratia looked up at the dark bright
eyes fixed with such grave kindness on
her childish brow, aud looked down again
with u strange quiver at her heart.
1t was not handsome face-nO one
had ever called Warren Southall hand
some-yet there was a nalneless some
thing in the grave eyes and earnest mouth
that irresislibly impeled you to turn and
look after him as he passed you in the
street. People had said, "What pity,
poor fellow !" when he came back from
Antie:am with the left sleeve fastened,
empty, to his breast; but Gratia had al
ways felt strange secret pride in that
folded sleeve--was it not badge of the
Legion of Honor brought back from the
rolling clouds of battle, the very mouth
Of red-throated artillery?
"Another subject ?" she repeated hes
itatiDgly.
Eyes. You have transformed yourself
from an heiress to a poor gin-almost a
penniless girl"
81 know it," said Gratia calmly; CT
have been thinking it all over, Mr.. South
all. l am perfectly aware that it now be-
comes necessary for me to earn my daily
bread. Need l say how cheerfully shall
do it?" 8 MagN ,s.r,
He bowed, almost reverentially, before
the clear light of those soft eyes; and she
went on: fssSfS.4; fssSfSs4;
"There is but one way in which l can
hope to maintain myself, and that is to go
out governess. l know but few people,