Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1865-01-20

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The poor little story how il was reac
and re-read, and criticised and interlineC
by both David and bis wife, before i
was neatly sealed up in a wrapper aud
sent on its way.
We'll, AIilly, what luck 2 he asked q
week subsequently,, as bis wife came
home from an expedition into the world
of editorial departments.
The best On, David, it seems like
a dream | am to write a story for them
every w.ek-and we shah yet be rich
Dearest husband, | can hardly believe
/ that il is indeed a reality.
And she laughed and cried alternately
with her head on David's pillow.
The star of Melissa Thornelps brilliant
genius broke through the cloud of cir
cumstances with brightness that brought
crowds of worshippers to her shrine
Day by day she felt herself growing fa-
mous-day by day David Thornell be-
came prouder of the little wife that was
his guardian genius-and so the years
crept away.
A library, lined with books, and car
peted with green and gold velvet a fire
glowing through FURNISHED bars; sofa
whose occupant was surrounded by tiny
luxuries from the siken cushions at bis
head to the bunches of white hot-house
grapes that lay on table beside him,
and little rocking chair drawn close to
the sofa. David and Melissa were very
happy that bleak Thanksgiving Eve.
The freight played over the purple
folds of Melissa's rich brocade dress, and
bronzing her rich hair, showed pensive
shadow on her face as David looked up.
What are you thinking of, Milly ?
OF Thanksgiving ten years ago-our
wedding day, my husband
He pressed her hand tenderly.
Il did not know the treasure was
winning, love. when | made a stolen
match with Farmer Kidder's pretty |
daughter
Her lips quivered.
'Oh, David, if only knew where my /
father was (! To think of his being 10
want and penury while we are richp
II is through no fault of yours, Melis-
"a. When you heard of his being COM
PEELED to sell the farm and 20 elsewhere,
you used every endeayor TO discover bis
But it was all in vain p
There was a moments silence-the
now clicked softly against the window,
md the wind howled down the chimney,
while the rud1y Goals glowed and glisten-
ID afresh. Melissa rose and lighted the
,as.
Il have those proof sheets TO finish yet,
be said, 'and then | may rest whole
week. Well, Dave, what is it ? as a
right haired little elf of nine years old
'urst into the room.
Mamma, there is such funny old
nan down stairs, asking may he bring in
he coal. | told him John would do il, 4
nd then be sat down on lbe steps and
aid he must starve And | brought him
nto the kitchen to warm himself, and he J
as such ragged old shoes. Mamma, may !
give him money for new pair, jus. for
Thanksgiving gf?' u
Certainly, Davie. Wait, l will 60
lyself'
Don't let your charity outrun your J
Milly,' said ner husband smi- a
ng, as she passed him. P
1t was an old, bowed down figure, cow
ring over the bright kitchen fire, with
livery hair floating away from the IN. l
overed head, and trembling, claw like Ii
ands spread over the blaze. What was ST
that sent the blood in hot gush to tt
Ielissa Thornel's heart, as her rich dress
istled across the floor? Il
'Fatherl Oh, father has it come to b.
lis? b'
Her bright hair was mingled with the m
livery hakes--her tears dropping on the
ithered hands. The old man looked
lguely at her. sc
Melissa that's my daughter 1t " "
as ten years ago, this Thanksgiving, u
at turns1 her out of doors. said At
would die before | told her how poor ys
was but IFS a bitter night, and pover-
has brought me very low, and Pm an
d, old man 7 y
His mind was evidently wandering Il
ne took both of bis hands and looked 6o
rnestly into his face.
Father, don't you know me? Your
vn Melissa? w