The democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1868-1874, 1872-05-06

Stoop, who placed his hat and umbrella oa
a chair, and came forward to greet Susan,
who took oil her thimble to shake hands
with min,
Have you been to British Museum to.
day ~ she asked.
"Ycs, my dear; yes, as usual; / nm n
cech applied by the publishers to old
books"
A tyU in physiognomy might have pro-
nounced Mr., Nicholson to be intellectual
and benevolent, but it would have taken
an adept in the art to dccipher the ex.
preston which habitually spread over bis
features. There was Il weary, hopeless,
hunted look, which told Of great suffering,
either mental or physical probably the
ioWcr, for the deep lines about bis mouth
and eyes were of that character which Is
worn by sustained rattle, than Spasmodic
action Of the muscles, lie was u man
with n terrible because n secret sorrow.
l do not say that you would have gathered
all this on the present occasion, for when
he was in the society of the Maplesons he
was u different being.
lie promised to dine with them on
Michaelmas day; and then Susan gave him
bis greatest treat-sOme Of MGndelssOhn's
music. At hali-past ten the party broke
up. Harry Mapleson considering that his
sister rose early to get his breakfast for
him, went to his room at the top Of the
house before eleven. But when he got
there, he made no preparations for going
to bed, but put writing.materials out on a
table, and drawing from his pocket the
papers which he had received from one Of
the heads Of departments before leaving
the office, he sat down to work. 1t was
three o'clock before his task was accom-
plished
"A slice of luck this,n he said to him,
self on turning in ut last "just rs | was
wondering how should meet those pay
ments ! had overlooked without cutting
off some little expense, which would show
Susan that was hard up, get this extra
job of work, which will set me straight.
What manager that girl is! | am nIruid
she stints herself in dress and tLss, though,
which must not be; II shall no he, mother,
IL | can help it.n And thinking of her
who was gone, he fell asleep.
Susan's bedroom communicated with
the pArlor, and when her brother aud Mr.
Nicholson went upstairs, she passed into
it, returning again soon with quantity
Of millinery materials, from which she
proceeded to concoct one Of those articles
of feminine adornment which fathers and
husbands pay SO highly fJr,'-ra..
"Poor old lIarry!" her thoughts ran as
her nimble fingers worked. ale thinks
that | do not see that his salary is too
little Tor our expenses, and 1 durt not
demonstrate with him when he wastes his
money upon things | really do not want;
it would disappoint him so How for.
tnnatc It is tkat have got this knack OF
making things, which secures me employ
ment ut my own home! How little he
thinks that | so often follow him into
London, carrying my work to the shop
when it is completed! The ordinary
scamstrcs5' work ] tried at first was not
worth while, but they pay well for this.
| wish Harry would spend little upon
himself; | durst not give him new coat
or hat in return Tor his mantillas and bon.
nets. The idea Of bis getting me this bon.
net; how surprised he would be to learn
that Lmadt hE'