Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1867-03-22
Miscellaneous.
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cuEg'l FOR = CARPET.
HY LOUISE tHtsniER VoIiroN.
And now about the new clret
Pretty lIt.le Mgs. Lane spoke c5aNiugly
with her hands clasIed ou L,r husband
arm. lie looked down az hor moment b,
I0rc Doe answered. Sine Lad been bis wIi
for FIVE years, bat her .aoe was as sunny an
as giIlish as when Doe ii-t wooCd her. lie
blue eyes had scarcely shed q tear ia al
those years, except tAc lazy. luxurious tear
such happy lIrtie souls weep ovei the idea
woes of story book L,I.uo-. Her month";.
.use DO thc French window was not Tlnke
chan her cLlcks-Ier scarlet gc1nlum
s-as D.t rsIder tiau her liI-, and the Ec
canary clirpIuE above thc ai0>s1 SONS, was not
ravcr " merriCr than the little hird-lIkJ
woman who waited lor 5otu Lane 5 answer
lie smiled as De looked at her, and brushed
rzek her soft, brown hair with an uneou.
-cI0us tenderness.
-Yc-. about the CARPET. Annie. Il
r..usLt &c needed o.. ! would get is,
oc course. Tie elrf,, tlat I> on now is
almost as bright a- !. s-e -ac day We chose
81. and You know bow pretty we both
thought it then.
Tie s.l!.sh young Vi.e I.a.el her dainty
uJ-
.AyeH. J8au. .b4e lis l..a down Gt, years
ans it, only uice h,el... itt taken such
nice care 0l IT, j. IG s..a lil,-.-, and
l.1 i'll Est spoiled val q .aE. ..-a- smother
ui-hau- Erumhiir-. y.u .... sou walli.
I-- tl. bad. if ge -1- % -ee -..l-s round
lai.ser. Just because 'm ..l,t.. uI tl-ll-
gu't g5u ger tired o. seeing --c same
.aiuEs always. Joaut
Not easily. =s i.l- a- t..y 4Ie tae same.
fresh and bright as ever. s.l g.t aired ai
You yet
She laughed, aud her r.4k checks flush
I'd little
tB But I'm not ,4Iel OuIs is only
Brussels. you know, ani ; !ld So wantS
rs ilton. like Mrs. AayHe
$50. Mrs. Mayne De- lh. rp,ut n oIf
Elcu? Wei, Annie. EIE. m. -dl tonight tJ
INK about It, and dc h.u- toward her for
goodbye.
ahcr be bad gone, she went into the
lIaWing-T01la AMI took 3D. survey Ol her
possessions. The carp, a4- -aa- soft.
many shaded. mus,ike green on which
everything locke So well. She confessed to
herself that it had more refined air than
MIS-. A4AAlt 2 l-AAat.A ~ lAllA NlAANAA
held your gaze Like sire eye u the ancient
mariner, from the moment sos entered the
room. But then, she tlou.h. She naela t
buya great, gaudY thing and Wilton
was really 50 much more elegant, go much
more in keeping with her rosewood and
Lrocatelle. Then shc began ius-Ing some of
her books and ornaments.
While she stood there sh, heard the bell
/ lr.s If f.|.r "a
child's voice apparently askiu- 30. iooi, and
the cooks answer tagt to-day there was
nothing to spare. \ sound in the young,
sad voice, a sort Of uuc.m mIlsuiHg hopeless
ness. struck her. aai she stepped down
stairs lust as Bridget was about 20 shut the
door. Come back moment, little glTl,
she said in those gentle tones that John
liked So well to hear
The child turned, am eager light coming
into her face iJr q moment, and then going
out MTs Lane was acting on impulse.
She almost always did D. was very good
.Liug, therefore. that most of Lel impulses
lftre sweet. gentle and tue.
..AIc F0u hungry she a.E E-i, pity ingly.
.tIt d0csn { matte. much a i.lGt me, ma
Ala. could hlart9 ba hungry, LCt don
know what 70 do Tor uy mother. have
tricd 10 get place b wu.k blt no one will
take NE. They say child tea years old i7
more trouble than good Ny mother had to
work SO hard to koCI u- a4l now she's bccn
sick a while. and cfnt work, and wc We
eaten up everything. So e-me out 90 see
f anybody would gre rg arlell,ng for my
mother, and i,e asked .. -t,,y house On
the street. and oyl.,wh,i, .i,, -all inst the
same, that they had nothing.
"Whorc DO you lvg,- IT lar3' asked
Mrs. Lane.
"Oulv few .teIs, ma a'au-threc streets
OF"
wei then. l'll 20 l.re gith YOU, aud
ssc your mother Come a.o the house,
while put On lny bonnet, and Bridget shall
glye You some bread and butter and cold
meat
Mrs. Lane S sweet face Was Tall of pity, as
she hurrioily packed q basket with tea and
sugar and bread for the sick mother. Then
she eaa uD stairs and ,lCi on her pretty sum
.ler hzs. and down again .hile tie hungry
sirl was finishing her breakfast.
"Come, little girl, Size said. What Is
Your name
Ellen Stanton, ma'am. bat my father
always called NE Nelly. and SO does my
mother.
And Is your father dead
"Oh, yes, that's the Way oar trouble be
s.u. Father died, and mother wasnt useC
t. hard work, ami she had 10 work SO hare
% keep the baby and me.
Mrs. Lane asked DO morc questions, jus
then. She Was thinking more serlousi.
than she had ever thought in her lie, re
membering how she had Legn born in cas-
and luxury, shielded all her DAYS from care
h1w hcT deepest discomfort had been Bhei
some other persons carpet WAS handsomer
OF their Indian shawl had the deepest Dor
der. And now she was gong where hunge
and sorrow were tenants. Had she oeel
living all this time for herself? She ques
toned, with sudden pang Of terror an
self reproach, whether ever in her life sh
had done one really unself7h act. whether
II the great harvest day we're come, sh
would have one sheaF II show 10 the Mastel
She had given OF her abundance now an
then Of course, when charitable subscription
had been presented to her but she ha
thought il bore and burden, not a uriyi
eye. OF her own accord what good had 81
ever done, what man, woman or child W
there TO rise up and call her blessed:
Here We arc, Hla am. Gaid the ehil
breaking the silence.
Il was two story wooden house beio
which they had stopped. They went
stairs, and the little girl opened the door.
Mother, SAID she, "a lady has col
home with NE to see yOu-a kind lady W
has given me my breakfast. and brought y
yours
Mrs Lane stood moment On the thr'
hold OF the room, and took IN such pictI
es in her young and happy life she l
never seen before. The apartment was
most bare of furniture-no carpet was