Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1872-02-09

we'll enough to do them to-day, she coulc
have put them off until tomorrow or mex
day. But work won't hurt her. and she
has got to come to it. Iii not wait on ant
clear up after her,
"Why did you send Amy away then ?
She did all the work without calling on Ma
ry. And now I'll put up the tins, but
| swear Mary shall never scour them while
Pm about!'' Harry exclaimed. the tears
standing in his eyes as he looked toward bis
father, faint hope in his heart that be
would side with him, but not one word
came. George Pembroke did not raise his
eyes from the paper he held. Harry, sore,
hearted enough, left the room, and Mary
soon after followed What was said between
their father and his wife the children never
knew. But for few days the little girl
was not put to any very severe task.
The calm was, however, only before the
coming storm. George called his son one
morning, and told him that he should ex-
pect and demand of him to be more respect
full to bis mother.
"And in future, my son, wheo your moth.
or puts your sister at work, you must not In
terfere Remember am convinced such
work will not hurt Mary"
els Mary to scour and scrub, sir 2" Har-
ry asked, the angry blood mounting to the
roots OF his hair.
eff your mother wishes or thinks it prop
err"
"My mother! My mother is in heaven,
=. nj III, hot Ennxu
she does, father, She does not try to make
us love her And if you don't care for
poor little Mary, will. I promised moth
er, and will" Harry said, his voice almost
choked by bis emotion.
George Pembroke said no more. How
could he, when his own heart was sorely
troubled? He left the room and Harry,
boy though he was, and sixteen too, burst in
to tears. Getting little calmer, he sought
his sister, to find her, with pail and scrub
brush, just going down the kitchen steps,
She looked so pale and sick He could not
stand it, Selling the brush, he threw it
across the yard. and kicked the pail after it.
A terrified look was now in the poor girls
eyes as she whispered
sob, Harry, dear, what have you done :?
Oh, it will make things worse for us r
II can't help it. The worst might as
well come at once"
From an upper window Jane Pembroke
had witnessed the scene
An hour after, when her husband return
ed, white with anger and rage she recount
ed it, and said
"One or the other must go-that boy or
I. If it was not for him | could get on
with Mary. He puts it in her head to re-
sist my will, and l will neither stand her
dleness nor his impudence
'He shall co." George Pembroke angri-
ly said to his wife, and to Harry, little
while after.
"Very we'll, father the day may come
VIXEN you will regret having driven your
owa son from home [ don't care. except
for poor Mary's sake II could only take
her too Oh, mother in heaven, watch over
and save your child. II am driven from
home!' he said.
George Pembroke's whole frame culver
ed. He was not sending his child away in
anger only with hope of making things
better for all.
Darling sister, try to bear up. I'll
work day and night until | make home
for you. 1t won't be very long, and
then we will be happy, 50 happy y Harry
said
Harry, 1 can't live if you go. My
poor heart will surely break. Oh ! you
must not leave me. won't let you. I'll
put my arms around you and clasp you so
tightly that you cannot get from me-" the
poor child said, between her sobs.
'sMary, you must be brave. and bear this
for mn sake Father has said must 60.
You must have more pride for both Of us.
We cannot beg him, even by actions, to let
me stay" Harry said, holding up his head
and trying to look calm and brave.
"Oh what shall do ? Don't you know
shall die if you leave me And you will
not let NE try to keep you: But one thing
/ 1 can do: can Pray. Yes. yes; l will
pray-pray SO hard that God will hear, and
d. what He knows will be best for me-"
She sank down beside her little bed, and
burying her head within its folds, began
her prayer.
Sobbing and praying she remained until,
exhausted, she sank to sleep. Harry stole
away to pack his things for his departure
the next morning.
1t was late in the afternoon, quite twi-
light, when little Mary awoke. The great
dread bad passed from ner. She felt really
quite light-hearted. Bathing her face, and
arranging her hair, she went down. Every
thing was so still she thought all were out.
A moment after she heard Harry's voice
OF the porch.
"Thank you. father he said.
And Mary stepped out in time to see
Harry clasp the spring Of a well6lled port
monnaie, and place it in his pocket. Hel
heart gave a bound of terror then. Sht
knew that money was to pay his way from
home.
The father sat at a little distance, BIZ
head bowed, and resting on his hand. Mar.
knew how grieved he was, and started for
ward to throw herself at his feet and plead
with him. Harry felt what she was abou
to do. Quickly putting forth his hand, h
caught and drew her down beside him.
Thus she sat within his caressing and eve
protecting arms, her poor little heart throb
bing wildly as she thought years might pas
} before they would be together again. Will
her hand resting against his breast, thsy
remained in perfect silence All hearts wer
too full for utterance. The feeling of calm
, ness which had been frightened SO sudden