The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1873-05-17
Vhe 2utland Daily Globe.
SATURDAY MORNING, MAY II. 1873
MIR. noNsALL,s MATCHMAKING.

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My uncle, Alexander McFarlanc. was
waiting breakfast, an event very uncom-
mon with him. for Aunt Nancy was the
soul OF punctuallty. Nevertheless she was
Il little late this morning. Eight o'clock
was the breakfast hour. and il was now
July ten minutes past.
Aunt Nancy was not my Uncle McFar-
lane Wlie. lie was Wldowcr Of some
Hl.eeh years stanIlHg Fifteen years be
lore ms wlie had LETT him delicate little
boy for Il Keepsake and had gone away.
whispering with her last breath that She
was very happy. Her mother and sister.
VINO lad come Ia the house to nurse her,
renamed after her death, according to IN
clc Mcfart'hcs particular request He
Wo.lId nc 50 glad, he sad, II it were not eX-
aGtinS 700 lnuch oil asacliice to have Mrs.
iioWaru anu Nancy stay WIN HIM. keep up
MS mousse ana attend TO ms little boy So
Nlrs' howard, VINO was Il widow with a
very straltehed income, rented her little
mouse IN the New England village, where
she hau always llved, and came to preside
over MI Mcfarlanes spacious mansion
anu liberal housekeeping in Greenwich
street New lorkImy Uncle McFarlane
hVed IN Greenwich street, TACT which
marks the date OF my story with sufficient
cxactness:
MRS. Howard had been dead three
months ana sun Aunt Nancy presided
over Uncle Mcfarlane household. Neither
OF them had ever thought OF change as
either necessary or desirable Nancy had
Dcen 1air' prim ana somewhat quiet girl
Wheh she came TO i've IN Greenwich street.
one was sun a 1air, somewhat prim woman
OF thirty-hye, with pretty, soft brown hair,
Vlolet-Dlue eyes, and pure, soft, some
wnat changetul complexion. She was not
III tiie least IKE a modern young ladys
heroine. one nad no particular aspirations
beyond inc limited ana old-fashloned one OF
uoing her duty IN That state OF lite to which
l. Pleased God TO cal her. She dld not con-
slder herself martyr to uncongenial circum
stances, because she made Uncle Mcfar-
lanes SHIRTS and mended his stockings, and
even the fact OF going down into the kitch-
en-, 10 90 up his immaculate rutiles, when
ola Mrs. Browns hands were too lame, and
the chambermalds too unskillful to be
trusted with them, did not awaken in her
mind any desire to rush out into the world
in search OF a career No such fancy had
ever entered Nancy Towards head. She
was absolutely "contentcd with her present
c0nditlon, wiling to go on making Uncle
Mctarlanes SHIRTS, keeping his house spoil.
ing his chlld, making II pleasant Tor Inn
as she SIMPLY SAID. Her great pleasure CON
sisted in doing muslin embroidery, visiting
the poor, going to church, and reading the
English classics, with now and then nov
el. II she had any trials she kept them to
herself, confiding them to no spiritual di-
rector, newspaper editor or spiritual friend.
She was Nancy Howard at five-and-thirty.
My Uncle McFarlane was fine gentle
tlcman in the true sense OF the phrase. lie
was unimpeachablc in integrity, unspotted
in morals, in manners absolutely perfect
a little set in his way, and possibly some
what particular i'll eating and drinking. lie
was also given to amusing himself i'll a
quiet way with the peculiarlties of those
about him. But he never Willingly hurt or
neglected any one, and he had certain
genial graciousnesss of manner, which made
all his employees, from Mr.. Saunders, his
confidential clerk, down to Black sam, the
carman, and Davy the errand boy, fel the
better when he spoke them.
Miss Nancy is a little late this morn
ing observed Uncle McFarlane, as Brown,
his man, brought him the paper.
:'les, sir. She was out till after twelve
last night, at Sans, sir
Indeed. How was that
"Well, you see, sir, sam glrl was TOOK
with quick consumption last spring, and
his vile amt very rugged either. Miss
Nancy, shes been there a good ldeal, ana
when Snsy was struck with death last eve
ming, she sends for her So Miss Nancy
went and stayed till it was all over 1t was
great comfort to them, sir. You see, sir
Sans wife, she's got little young baby,
too, and altogether it comes hard :"
Il should say so, indeed. We must see
that everything is done, Brown Find out
when the funeral is to be. and let me know,
and tell your wife to send them something
comfortable when she goes to market. But
here comes Miss Nancy. Send up break
fast, Brown
Breakfast was usually somewhat silent
meal, save for Alexis chatter with his
aunt for Mr.. McFarlane always read the
paper, invariably asking Miss Nancy's per-
mission.
"Why do you look at me so closely,
her nephew's gaze fixed upon her.
Il was thinking how pretty you are !"
answered Alick, with his usual frankness
Il think you are hundred times prettier
than Miss Regina Schuyler, that they make
so much fuss about. And don't want her
for stepmother. So there. !"
"What is that about Miss Schuyler ?"
asked my uncle, laying down his paper
1T strikes me that you are taking rather
liberty with that young lady-to say moth
ing of myself.
ut wasn't me, father it was Mr. Bon
sail, answered Alick. Mr.. Bonsall asked
me if wouldn't like Il pretty young lady
like Miss Regina Schuyler to come into the
house; and told him no. didn't want
any one but Aunt Nancy, Then ho said
Aunt Nancy was an old maid; and said
if she was forty old maids she was a hun
dred times prettier than Miss Regina-and
so she is !"
1--WE won't discuss that matter said
my uncle, annoyed, but repressing his an
noyance, as usual. ''You need not mind
Mr.. Bonsall. We all know his ways"
There was something in his fathers tone
which made Alick aware that he had bet