Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1871-04-12

in his power. 4
lie had prepared surprise for her up
on the coming anniversary Of their we'd
ding dsy-a present Of twelve guinea',
his savings during the yea. /
The anniversary fell up,n Sunday; and
so their little commemoration Of the day
must come the preceding evening. No
allusion had been made to any celebration
by either Of them; but John felt sure,
some way, that she could not let tho time
pass without some sign. For his own
part, he had half resolved to attempt some
explanation Of their enlargement. Any
thing, he thought, would be better than
this chilling reserve. With his mind di-
yided between anticipation Of relief and
jealous dread, he went to the counting
house that Saturday night to receive his
money. The cashier looked up, with
certain embarrassment, at his approach.
"Ah, Mr.. Randall, the accumulation
you have left in my hands? To be sure
Aud by the way, Mr.. Halliburton spoke to
me to mention to you that there were to
be some changes made, and.-and - But
there he is himself, SIR"
John Randall turned, with feeling
akin to desperation, to meet his employer.
1t had gone through him like thunder
bolt, as the cashier spoke, that he was to
be displaced. Stephen Halliburton simply
said us John faced him, "I'll not detain
YOU now, Mr.. Randall. shall call this
evening to let you know Of the changes |
feel obliged 10 make"
And the owner bowed and left him.
With the money in his nerveless hands
John Randall walked homeward like a
man dazed. lie was to lose his place.
For what reason, he found it impossible
to conjecture. But to lose it, was to lose
reputation, courage - everything. lie
had never imagined such possibility as
that The money that he carried, he sho'd
not dare to make a present Of it to Geor.
gy now. He might have to wait for other
employment. 1t might be needed fol
their bare everyday needs, before he got
work again. \ death-like chill struck to
his soul.
Georgy evidently had not overlooked
the recurrence of their wedding-day. The
cosy ROOMS, the little cottage all wore q
little air of festivity. Some slender vase:
held the gleanings of the Aower-beds-
chrysanthemums, blood-red, white and
purple-verbenas. and scarlet geranium,
She came to the door that night to NEE
him-one Of her company" dresses on
some knots of velvet fastening to her col
lar, and seeming to give glow and bright
ness to her white skin. He took her hand
she riascd her face, and with wild heart
bound, he kissed it, as he had not for ;
year before. She was coming back to him
Her infatuation-if such it had been
vas at an end She was his own one,
! more! And then close upon this neV
, happiness, came the dreary reccollectioI
! of his lost situation. He thrust the mon
ey in his pocket. By-and-by he woulC
tell her all.
You will not mind waiting supper 70
/; an hour,-will you John ?'' she asked, a
she led him in. II am going to give yo'
something nice -by-and-by, and-1 thinl
Mr.. Halliburton will be in"
John Randall's blood froze once more
1t was not for him, then, that all thes
preparations were made! Georgy hac
never spoken Mr.. Haiburton's name t
him before. He could feel that she wa
embarrassed, ss sire did SO.
Il want you to dress, John, she adde'
coaxingly. ii have laid everything ou
for you"
. 1t seemed to him that he would hav
' turned upon her, but that he felt so brc
ken by the thought of losing his place
and resented her gaiety, her indifference
q her secreces-al that had made him $
z miserable through this long year. But h
had not the spirit.
: "IIc went to dress, as she had aske
. him. When he returned TO the parloi
4, Stephen Halliburton and his wife sat sid
4 by side. 1t was rare indeed to see Geol
. gy's fair face so illuminated. Her cheek
= were glowing, her eyes sparkling.
As for Mr.. Halliburton, he was alway
q the quiet gentleman, with no sense of be
o ing out Of his place, no apparent suspiC
!. ion of what was ranking in the heart {
his employee.
What nice little supper Georgy ha
ready!-yet nobody ate.
j. Finally it was over. They went bac
S to the parlor.
D Georgy disappeared for moment, an
/ returning, approached her husband, CLAN