The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1850-1873, 1872-04-19

that little parlor was an ark on the
salt waste Of his existence.
He promised to dine with them on
. Michaelmas day and then Susan gave
: him his greatest treat-some Of Men
: :. delssohn's music. He would sit and
: listen till the water came into his eyes;
and this was not t,such 4 very curious
. phenomenon, for though the girl was
ngt any very brilliant performer, treat
, ing her instrument like musical
!. teapeze, and going through all sorts Of
!, wonderful gymnastic feats upon 1t,
she played with rare feeling and ex-
preston, sending the notes into the
!, iieart, as it were. At half past 10 the
party broke up. Harry Mapleson con-
sidered that as his sister rose early to
look after domestic matters and get
his breakfast for him lfOr even small
establishment requires considerable
attention when you have only got the
third part of a servant t0. dol f0ryoul,
she ought to be early at the other end
OF the day, too; SO he invariably
yavned and went up to his room at
the top of the house before IL. But
when he got there lie made no pre-
Il H@ssfspto1A AOA SoihS w OCOt Out Dut
writing materials on q table, and
| drhwing from his pocket the papers
] which he had received from one of.
the heads Of departments before leav-
ing the office, he sat down to work.
1t was 3 o'clock before his task was
accomplished.
ga slice of luck this,n he said to-
himself on turning In at last; '.just as
| l, was wondering how should meet
| those payments had 0vefl0eked]
without cutting off some little expense,
which would show Susan that 1 was
haN up, L get this extra job of work,
which will set me straight. What a
manager that girl Is! am afraid she
stints herseafin dress and that. though,
must not be shall not be, mother, if
/ can help itu And thinking of her
who had gone he fell asleep.
aSusan's bedroom communicated
| with the pafl0r, and when her brother |
and Mr.. Nichd1son went upstairs, she |
passed into il, returning again soon
with q Quantity OF millinery materials, |
from whicK she proceeded to concoct
one of those articles OF feminine adofn-
ment which fathers and h,lsbahds pay
so highly for.
"POOr old Harry 7" her thoughts ran,
as her nimble fingers worked, ."he
thinks that do not see that his salary !
is too little for our expenses, and I |
durst not remOnstrate with him when
he wastes his money upon things l
really do not want; it would disap-
point him so! However it is that / |
have got this knack of making things,
which secures me employment at my
own home! How little he thinks that
/ have SO often followed him into |
London, carrying my work to the
shop when it is completed! The Or
dinary- seamstress work / tried at first
was not worth WHILE but they pay
well for this. I wish Harry would
spend q little more upon himself;
burst not give him new coat or hat
in return for his mantillas and bon
nets. The idea Of his getting me that
bonnet, how surprised he would lie to
learn that L made it,"
PAST.
The air of Harrow on the Hill must
be peculiarly bracing, if the proverbial
the bird st. Michael,
attributed to the boys educated there,
} be founded on anything like practical
experience. The goose, they say, is
an awkward, dainty being, too much
for one, and not enough for two. L
should write to the Times. 1t is true
that there are geese and geese, and the
specimen sent to MaplesOns may have
been exceptionally fine; but though
they had gone into training, as it were,
by dining at six instead of l, and
though they had the fellOw-lOdger to
help them, they left pickings; and if
some HarrOvian curls the lip of scOrn,
I cannot help it; truth is my hobby.
When they had got their first glasses
of sherry after the meal, Harry said:
"We must drink the health of Mr..
Anonymous, please"
"Mr. Anonymous" repeated Susan,
slipping.
tMr. Anonymous" echoed Mr..
Nicholson, who drank and then add
ed, 'Some relative?"
81 don't KNOW" replied Harry.
"He is deed or rather a succession of
deeds, without q name. He sent us
the goose; he sent us this sherry; he
has made us more valuable presents.
Do you think L ought to receive bene-
fits without knowing from whom
they come"
"Certainly," said the fellow lodger.
~ think you have told me that in one
of his first letters this unknown pro-
fessed himself friend of yours-your
mothers. Am not correct?
"Yes. But why such mysteryW
"Oh, there are several probable rea-
sons for that; he may be ashamed of
not doing more. Yoa may have sub
stantial claims upon him as trustee
of those funds, which, think, you
said had been unwiseiy invested, or
he may have morbid dislike to being
thanked" F
at is strange, anyhow" said Harry,
"that our mysterious benefactor should
not have come forward to assist us
when we most needed it." ttt.
"When you lost your mother?"
"Yes.n
"Perhaps," said Susan, che was not
in England then, and knew nothing
about what had happened"
THAT is very likely" said Mr..
Nicholson, especially as you were
supposed to be well provided for.
Have you not said so ?'
IN "Yes, )" replied Harry; "our poor
mothers little property was in o bank
which broke, but thank God she did
not know what had happened. She
Ill Viz UCllcI tIdb ilCl |
were beyond the reach of sordid
cares" ,-s. $751;. .....-..,
at was about two years ago, think
you have saiG?"
"Yes, two years last August. was
at college when summoned away to
her bedside, for her illness was sudden
and short. And just as we were re-
covering little from the shock, ruin
came. If had been alone in the
world, I think should have enlisted
or emigrated, for felt very desperate;
hut fortunately l had Susan to look
after, and that steadied me. Well,
we must not complain. was FORUM
ate to get my clerkship, and we man
aged to save that piano, and few
things which were sacred in our eyes,
from the wreck"
at was a sad blow and the cares of
life have fallen upon you early, my
young friends" said MIR. Nicholson.
But pardon me for having led the con-
versatiOn into such a melancholy
channel, |" he added, seeing that Susan
had much ado to restrain her tears.
"I do not know how it happened"
"Oh, Harry and often talk over
old times; and like it," said Susan.
at would be dreadful thing to avoid
speaking of mamma because she has
been taken from us: it seems to me