The Ebensburg Alleghanian. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1865-1871, 1869-04-29
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seen walking through one of the fashiona-
bic streets i'll large city one cold Decem-
Der day. His coat was Of course grey, and
had evidently seen hard service, though
still perfectly whole and neat. The tray
eler walked slowly along as | have said,
examining carefully as ne passed the names
en- the plates. He finally paused before a
dwelling Of showy exterior, which if We
may credit the testimony of the plate upon
the door, was occupied by Alexander
Beaumont.
Alexander Beaumont! yes, that's the
house" murmurcd the traveller to himself
as he assembled the steps and rang the
door bell.
His summons was answered by a serv-
ant who, after moments scrutiny, which
apparently was not Of very favorable
character, said roughly
We'll, sir, what do you want 7"
us Mr. Beaumot at homo ?" asked the
old man, without needing the intentional
rudeness.
No, sir, he is not"
Then perhaps I can see his wife ?"
Il think it very doubtful, but ! will go
and see"
The servant withdrew without asking
the old man to enter, though the day was
very cold, aud his clothing seemed to be
hardly sufficient to protect him from its
! inclenency.
Mrs. Beaumont was reclining on a fan
tcuil in room handsomely furnished
The last new magazine was in her hand,
and her eyes were listleSsly glancing over
its pages. She was interrupted in her
reading by the entrance Of the servant.
"Well, what now, Betty ?" she inquired.
There is a man down stairs wants to
see you n,a'am.'
Man 4 gentleman you mean p
mo, ma am, said Betty, stoutly, for
she well understood what made up gen
tlemen in the conventional sense of the
term sit isn't a gentleman at all, for he
has got on an old gray coat and he has not
got any gloves on"
"W hat can he want of me -
Il don't know he inquired after Mr..
Beaumont first"
You didn't bring him in the parlor,
did you ?"
I he girl shook her head.
You did right, and you had bette: tell
him I'm not at home"
Mrs Beaumont is not at home" said
Betty, reaPpearing at the door.
Il suppose that means she is engaged" ="
said the old man Il think she will see
me when she learns who l am. Tell her
am her husbands uncle, and my name
is Henry Beaumont"
THAT cid rag-tag masters uncle" said
Betty, wondering us she re-ascended the
stairs.
Good heavens p said her mistress, sit
amt that old veteran who strollcd off
years ago, nobody knows where. / did
hope he never would come back again
And now l suppose he is as poor as rat
and wants help Well, he won't get it if
I can help it but l suppose must see
him"
"You are right, sir. I am the wife of
Mr. Alexander Beaumont, and l suppose
from your language you are
'His uncle Henry. All me l have
been gone so many years, and it does me
good to return to my kindred"
The old man leaned on his staff and his
features worked convulsively as thoughts
of the past came over his mind. Mrs.
Beaumont stood holding the door as if
waiting for him to depart. She did not
give him any invitation to enter.
''Ie your husband well % inquired the
visitor, looking in, as if he expected IN in
vitation to enter and refresh himself after
his walk by an interval of rest.
"He is. If you have any message for
him you may leave it with me, and [ will
deliver it, said Mrs Beaumont, desirous
of ridding herself of the intruder as speed
lily as possible.
You may tell him | haYe called" said
the visitor in disappointed tone, ''and
would like to have seen him.
Il will tell him y said Mrs. Beaumont
rs Ahn wont ahnut 10 clnsn The door