The Union and journal., 1869-07-16
Misfellanrans.
Squire Suffolk's Subscription.

NthOAh wa, ii
North Grafton, and gossips said the stin-
giest. "As close rs the bark of tree
they described him, for in a country place
like North Grafton small fortune entities
one to rank with the Rothschilds. In the
meantime let us hope that the Squire was
not so narrow rs they believed, since do
ponent saith that the father of lies is not
so black as he is painted; and the Squire
having made his money rs contractor,
perhaps only carried his business habits
into private life, and contracted his views
on charity till contraction was no longer
a virtue. II was said that he kept bache-
lor's hall because wife would be expen-
sive; that he went TO bed ut twilight be-
cause Kerosene was high; that he wore
his shabby clothes of IN old style-old,
even for North Grafon-bccause broad
cloth had gone up, and tailors had n disa-
grecable custom Of coming down upon
one; and furthermore. that he had pawn
cd his silver to escape the grasp Of the as
SCISSOR.
How true all this was let Miss Catherine
Poore answer Miss PoOre, who took in
sewing. and had made up more than one
piece of fine linen for the Squire, and who
during her vacations and hours of relaxa-
ton. purveyed for the parish or any needy
body who came in her way-one human
creature being quite rs worthy rs another
Of her aid and sympathy.
One summer morning Miss Poore tied
on her straw bonnet-the identical bonnet
she had bought with the money Squire
Suffolk had paid her five years ago, and
which bonnet she had sewed over with her
own blessed fingers four separate times. in
order 10 be rs near the fashion of the day
as responsibility required-so one morn
ing she tied ON this work of art, and TAX
ing her purse, rs necessary precaution
she believed. bent her steps along the
blooming country road toward the impos-
inc mansion of Squire Suffolk, on charita-
ble thoughts intent.
Now Miss Poorc was no blooming miss
of twenty. with dimples coqucting with
bushes on her cheeks, and eyes running
over with lovely mirth, and the peach
bloom of youth thrown like n glamour
over all. She was simply plain woman
of forty or thereabout, with n face in no
way remarkable, except for its expression
of kindlineSs and good-humor; and these,
be- it said. are the faces that best outlive
youth, and that catch ut last the reflections
of the spirit, and grow beautiful in the illu-
mination of good deeds andpure thoughts.
Miss Poore was just the one to beg for
others and desire nothing for herself; just
the woman to make thousand plans for
the welfare of others, and feel their frus-
tration rs acutely rs If they had been for
her own personal happiness.
She was shown into the dining-room Mt
Squire SufIolk's where she found him
handling over late breakfast, which the
servant had just brought in on silver
tray.
"You make me ashamed of myself"
said he. refiectively sugaring his coffee by
the aid Of wrought silver tongs Of an an
cient design.
"rm sorry. hope TO make YOU pleas
ed with yourself before my visit is over"
she replied.
Then take this seat, Miss Poore, and
drink cup of this Mocha; its my own
importation. There isn't another such
beverage in North Grafton. Ill venture to
say"
Thanks. love Mocha, but il doesn't
love me-"
That's odd, very odd of the Mocha
unrequited affections, eh'"
Miss Poorc laughed, but she was think
ing rather Of family in North Grafton
who drank cold water every morning n,
breakfast, only indulging themselves in
the luxury Of tea on Sundays. in order to
keep in countenance the father who need
ell il to assist him through the wear and
tear of the day. and who disdained any
dainty which he must enjoy alone.
This was the country pastor, the Rev.
Herbert Hasent and family. who lived. or
rather suffered. on salary Of five hun
drcd dollars year. and wha, extras were
to be obtained by fitting stupid boys for
college. She cleared her voice then. lit
tie ncryously, for action. 1r sg-. H
"Mr. Suffolk" said she. IL have come