Wyoming democrat. [volume] (Tunkhannock, Wyoming Co., Pa.) 1867-1940, 1869-03-03

: leaving one child, son. Why should
not adopt the stray waif and make it but
mess of my life to cherish and comfort him
, have no object in existence; here is ont
that Providence seems to have pointed on
to me-
Once more she rang the bell, with q fresl
color glowing in her cheeks, and a ne,
light in her eyes.
Il "Bring me my writing desk Immediately
Sanderson, and get ready to take letter t.
the postofice." -,.
| The old servant obeyed, wondering al
his mistress's unwonted energy, and yet
well pleased to see some of her old anima
ton returning.
1t was a very simple and unconscious
letter that Blanche Penroy wrote to her
'far away" cousins executors from the
fullness of her heart.
81 shall never marry now," she wrote,
''and it seems to become my plainly-indi-
Gated duty to undertake the care of the or
phan child of my cousin, Mrs. Marchmont.
With your approval, therefore, intend to
adopt him, and endeavor, as far as in my
power to supply the place of his mother
You may at first deem me too undertake so
grave and serious responsibility but was
nineteen last month. and am very, very
much older in thought and feeling than in
years. OF course, at my death, the child
will inherit the property which was left me
by my dear deceased parents" s..
81 hope my cousins executors are like
the nice, white-headed old lawyers one
reads about in novels" said Blanche to
herself as she folded the little perfumed
sheets of pink paper, land not cross old
fogies, talking of expediency and appro-
priateness, for / do so much want some
body to love and care for, and somehow /
have a sort of premonition that this little
fellow will be nice and rosy and loveable.--
| think / will teach him to call me aunty."
Just a week subsequently prim legal
note was received from Messrs Alias &
Corpus, the deceased lady's exeuctors, sta
ting that they ''saw no valid objection to
Miss Penroys very laudable object, and
that in accordance thereto, the child of the
late Mrs. Marchmont would arrive at Miss
Penroy's residence on the following Satur-
day"
''Saturday-and his is Friday" said she
with new brightness dancing in her ha-
eel eyes, "Oh, how glad I shall be San
'derson, tell Mrs. Brown to have the blue
room fitted up Immediately for Master
Marchmont, and you had better go your
self to the depot with the carriage, at 5 |
o'clock tomorrow afternoon, to meet him" "
'Yes ma'am, replied Sanderson, some
what soidly. The apparition of great,
ruly boy tramping with muddy boots ON
the velvet carpets and haunting the house |
with balls and marbles, and lung-spitting |
halloes, did not possess the charm to San |
derson's eyes that it seemed to his mistress. |
And even the patient Mr.. Brown remarked |
with species OF evaporation, that
She didn't see what put that freak into
Miss Blanches head"
Saturday was day of hail and tempest,
and by 5'clock the drawing-room were
lighted, and the crimson silk curtains close
ly drawn, to exclude the stormy darkness
without Six times within the last fifteen |
minutes had Miss Penroy looked at her
watch, as she stood by the fire waiting to
hear the approach of the carriage. She
was dressed in rich China blue silk dress,
with pearl pin and ear-drops, and little
point lace at her throat, and the clear rosy
tint on her cheeks. She was, unconscious
Iy, very beautiful
"Here's the little gentleman, Miss"
said Sanderson, with q half suppressed
sound between q laugh and a snort.
But instead of child seven or eight
years old, tall, handsome young gentle
man, something over six ieet, with q black
moustache and merry hazel eyes brimming
over with mirth For an instant Blanche
stared at him as if she could hardly credit
the evidence of her own senses
GILBERT"
Exactly. You wanted to adopt me, and
here am"
mo, but, Gilbert--" |
''Yes, but Blanche !"
You are not Mrs Marchmont's son I"
II am-by her first marriage. Although |
/ am by no means the penniless infant You |
seemed to suppose, as all my fathers wealth |
comes to me, L am quite willing to be
adopted-particularly as you are not mar
ried to Mr.. Birmingham.
Blanche struggled between tears and
laughter, uncertain which could best ex-
press her feeling, but Gilbert Evering drew
her tenderly toward him.
"If you adopt me, dearest, itmust be for
life Nay, do not hesitate, our happiness
has already been too much at the mercy of
trifes. You will not retract your offer ?"
"Well, after ALL" said Blanche, rather
demurely, ''you will be good little boy.
and mind all your aunty tells you. ALI
wanted was some one to love and care for.
and"
"And I shall do very well in that capaci-
ty eh 2 Il