The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1869-03-11

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sat down by her window, looking out q
the purple glow Of the evening land
scapc as II 1t were a featureless blank. -
So he was gone, and by her own folly
she had lost the priceless treasure .
Gilbert Evering's love. F@
Blanche Penroy went from the "a,
summer lodging place . sadder and
a wiser woman; and the November mis-,
dropping over the brick and morta,
wilderness Of her New York home, had
never seemed half SO dreary before a,
they seemed now.
II shall b. An old ,pA;d." though,
Blanche MS che walked up and down III,
fire light darkness Of her quiet drawing
room, with her dimpled hands clasped
behind he rwaist.
II never cared for any one ss cared
for Gilbert; and dare say 1 shall keen
acat, and grow fond Of green tea and
scandal, and the sewing circles. All,
well a.day! this kind Of life cannot las,
forever"
She rang the bell with a very impa.
tient jerk.
Are there any letters, Snuderson?"
"One, ma'am; it came by the evening
post only a few moments since"
Blanche sat down by tho fire opened
read. the letter aud commenced to
BLACK edged, and black scaled! So
poor Mrs. Marchmont is gone at last"
1t was from the executors Of Mrs. PEN
roy's distant cousin, formally and brief
~ announcing her death, which had
taken place In one Of the West India
islands some months since, but the mel
ancholy news which, as the letter ran,
had been only jest received. 1t was not
entirely unexpected, As Mrs. March.
mont had for some years been slowly
falling out ofthe world, victim to he
reditary consumption.
Leaving one child, "A son, slowly re
peated Blanche. leaning her cheek on
her hand, and looking down into the
fiery quiver Of tho white hot GOALS
Poor little fellow! he must feel nearly
AS desolate and alone A. do, only
have one advantage.
II have suf1iciency Of this world,
goods and this orphaned child must be
thrown penniless and alone OIL his own
resources, for If remembe Alright, Mrs.
Marchn,ont forfeited all the wealth Of
her first marriage by her second alliance
with that poverty stricken lawyer,
whose death plunged her into such Bit
ter mourning That was a genuine
love match yet how much grief and
trouble 1t brought with it. leaving ono
child, son! Why should I not adopt
the stray waif and make it q business of
my life to cherish and comfort him, I
have no object in existence; here is one
that Providence seems to have pointed
out to me-"
Once more she rang the bell, with a
fresh color glowing in her cheeks, and
q new light in her eyes.
Bring me my writing desk immedi-
ateiy, Sanderson aud get ready to take
. letter to the office"
The old servant obeyed, wondering at
his mistress unwonted energy, and ret,
we'll pleased to SEQ hor old animation re-
turning.
It was a very simple and unconscious
letter that Blanche Penroy wrote to her
far away cousins executors from the
bottom Of her heart.
II shall never marry now" she wrote
"and it seems to become my plainly in
dicated duty to undertake tho care Of
the orphan child of my cousin, Mrs.
Marchmont. With your approval,
therefore, l intend to adopt him, and
cndeavor, as far rs IN my power, to sup
ply tho place Of his lost mother. You
may Mt first deem me too young to un-
dertake SO grave and serious response
biity; but / was nineteen last month,
and am very. very much older in
thought aud feeling than in years. or
course, at my death, the child will in
h.rit the property that was left me By
my dear deceased parents"
II hope my cousins executors are
like the nice, whitehendcd old lawyers
one reads about in novels, said Blanche
to herself as she folded the sheet of pink
paper, land not old ..fogies, talking Of
expediency and appropriateness, for
do SO want somebody to love aud care
for, and some how I've sort of 4 pro-
nlonition that this little fellow will be
nice and rosy and lovabe. think III
teach him to call me Aunty."
Just week subsequent prime legal
note was received from Messrs. Alias Il
Corpus, the deceased lady's executors,
stating that they saw no valid objec-
tions to Miss Penroy's very laudable
project, and that in accordance thereto,
the child Of the late Mrs. Marchmont
would arrive at Miss Penroy's residence
OH the following Saturday"
"Saturday-and this is Friday" said
Blanche, with new brightness dano-
ing in her hazel eyes. "Oh, how glad I
shall be! Sanderson, tell Mrs. Brown to
have the blue room fitted up immedi-
ately for Master Marchmont, and you
had better go yourself to the depot 18th