Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1872-01-29

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herself any more trouble about it.
So saying, he turned over and was
! soon engaged in snoring at furious rate.
Mrs stanley endeavored to compose her.
self, aid at last fell into an uneasy slum-
ber-pd there let us leave them, to take
a look ht the poor forlorn beggar as she
turnedfrom their door. Sick at heart
and wary of life, she passed over the
\ threshold and down the walk that her
I feet hb pressed many times before. AS
she reached the gate she paused and
leaned her weary frame heavily against
the friendly support. There she had
many times in the past stood and watch
ed The bright stars of evening as one by
one tley came twinkling into view
There beneath the grand old trees, in
the pol, delightful summer evenings,
she Ind walked with those who had priz-
ed tie love of her heart
My readers perhaps have guessed that
this Door woman was once the mistress
of thit stately mansion. Yes, this is
the olce wealthy Mrs. Sullivan who lived
here n luxury. In those very rooms
where Mrs. SIS children nestled in her
arms, there her own sweet child had
clung to her with tenderness and the
ruby lips had lisped the name ''mother."
She was the wife of that broken mer-
chant whose failure had left but a mere
pittarce With that he removed to a
distant part of the city, and the proud
and hppy Mrs. Sullivan, who had stood
at the head of society, was heard of no
more !; her name went down, and the rab-
bling tide Of society closed as though
the pretty lady with mild blue eyes and
fair hair had never had her place among
them. Mr.. Sullivan again attempted to
; get into business but failed But as
time passed Frightening prospects allur-
ed him on, until still engaged in specu-
, lations he embarked for Savannah in an
, ill-fated vessel and was heard from no
more, and the frail, delicate Mrs. Sulli-
van was left in the city to support her
self and child by sewing or doing any
, kind of work she could find to do She
had borne up bravely against the tide of
misfortunes which came rushing on in an
overwhelming tide, until her precious
boy, the only romaining link which bound
her to life, was seized by the merciless
; hand of disease and she was left in the
cold world alone. What sad change.
o, cruel reverse of fortune 0, stern, re-
7 lentless fate But such is life. To-day
we may bask in the sunny smiles Of
prosperity and tomorrow shrink and
tremble before the frowns of adversity
To-day we exultingly stand upon the
topmost wave; tomorrow we are plunged
beneath the billows and out of sight, per
> haps, forever
But to return to our story:
She felt that her heart was broken
; that the last ray of light, hope or JOY
was crushed out of her life forever; anG
her health being SO impaired by wan
y and sorrow that she was unable to work
She was compelled to beg from door t,
door, and in her aimless wanderings hat
returned to her former home. that he
eyes might once more behold the plac
II where she had been so happy. But he
It truest friend would never have recognized
, in the pale face, hollow cheek and sunk
: en- eyes the once bright and gay Mrs
. Sullivan, whose beaming eyes and Joy
U Gus smiles were like sunshine in tn
h dwelling. And there, after taking on
e more look, with burning tears swelling
e from the depths of her saddened eyes sh
/ turns to leave her dear old home. Blind
IS ed by the falling snow, she almost los
e her way. She reached the next hous
II where she asked for admittance, but wa
roughly turned away. With sinkin
d heart she struggled onward~a few rod
e when her trembling limbs could 90 n
E. farther, and benumbed she sank in th
le snow. She vainly endeavored to rous
ot herself once more, but her strength wa
d exhausted. All at once it became dar
s and her fast glazing eyes could see n
he more; but a delightful sense of warmt
le came stealing over her which brought I
ID her mind bright visions of green felG
l. and sunny summer skies. She felt L
IN more the pains in her aching limbs, bl
r fancied she was a child again ani W;
I'd once more listening to the sweet voice
I'd her mother as she hushed her to repos
en She smiled sad smile-the first tn;
he had passed her pale lips for many lor
p, months-then heavily closed her eyes
"a sleep. But very different was her bt
es than that upon which Mrs. Stanley hs
re that evening sought repose. Her co
er ering was mantle of cold white sno
he while Mrs. Stanley uneasily slumber,
en- upon her soft, warm bed, beneath h
n heavy quilts and muflers. But her re
il was broken, and she dreamed that
or baby Lula had suddenly developed in
IT. beautiful woman and was lost in Il
-er cold, wide world, and in her fruitle
he search for her she was buried in t
depths of huge drift of snow. s.