The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1873-10-30

A nice mess, If she made no will, said
the mother, 10 a yexed tone. Nobody
knows bow she holds her money, likely
enough, II she made no will, twill al 20
back 10 her husbands relatives
Wel we shau't starve, said Julia, com
posedly. Papa Ieil us comfortable.
/ Comfortable exclaimed her mother
A miserable fifty thousand dollars ior
three. Here, take away your traps, old
woman; don't want anything now. /
declare, | could cry with veIation, Julia
pay The woman, and let her go.
Cry with veraiou thought the old
woman, as she c0urtesied herself out
Not a tear 10 shed for the memory Of her
darling sister, as she calls me in her let
Iers; aud the girls have not word Of
sorrow for the idolzed aunt. Well,well.
Now for kato's daughter. She is very
ardent alsO-On paper.
I The next cali, at fashionable board.
/ ing house, found the old woman in the
+ presence OF an elderly gentleman aud a
/ pale, languid young lady, who were read
/ ing In private parlor.
The lady did not rise from her low,
easy chair, but molioned the peddler to
come to her, aud carelessly tossed over
her wares
/ Papa, she said, presently, as the mantel
clock struck three, hadn't YOU better see
/ if the afternoon paper is out? Perhaps
the Oceanica came in this morning.
/ Again the pretended peddler told her
news. Lizzie sprang erect at once.
Lostl All on board lost
/ So they said, marin.
| Oh, papa.
Don't faint now, Elizabeth, and make
a scene. 1t is very annoying OF course,
but probably your aunt made will be-
fore she sailed. If not, you are one of
the heirs at law. Indeed, don't know
but it is better as it is. She might have
left her whole property to one of your
cousins.
But oh, papa, think of her jewels; Of
course she had lovely presents for us, and
nobody knows how much property in her
trunks.
Can't be helped III 90 ont and see if
/ can learn any particulars.
And the gentleman sauntered into an
adjoining room, while the old woman
gathered up her basket and left in some
haste.
One more gushing relative disposed of,
she thought bitterly. | wonder If ii is
worth while to find May. She evidently
does not care for me. Little May How
pretty she was when l left, though she
was not six years old. Mary wrote Inc
she was like me but that was seven years
ago, and poor Mary is dead over three
years. | should think some Of her cous-
ins would have May with them, poor or
phan grill
The house the peddler of small wares
entered after long, tiresome walk, was
in poor locality, where small respecta-
BILE houses were rented in floors, to work
ing women or poor families. The dusk
of November evening was falling, and
a misty rain had commenced, when the
old woman knocked at the door of room
on the upper floor of one OF the mean
houses. 1t was opened by q young girl,
very plainly dressed, who had evidently
been basting gentlemen's clothing for an
elderly woman running sewing ma
chine.
Good-evening, said Aunt Mabel, look.
ing at the sweet, fair face, can | sell you
some thread and needles very cheap? |
have got some pretty ribbons too.
Come in, the girl said gently; you are
cold, and your shawl is wet.
II has just set in to rain, was The ans
wer, aud IN be glad to rest little.
And then, to her own surprise, Aunt
Mabel found the room reeing, and her.
self growing very faint, after her long,
fast and upaccustomed fatigue.
She is i'll! Aunt Lucy, come! the CIR
cried, aud Aunt Mabel knew no more foI
some minutes,
When she revived, she found herself ly.
ing apon a bed in an inner room, hel
shawl and hood of, her dress loosened
and her hostess bathing her face witt
cool water.
Are you better? she asked gently.
AIN sorry have no wine OF cologne wat
er, bat will have a cup Of tea for yor
presently.
Wine and cologne amt for the likes o
. us, said the invalid. I'm cold aud starry
ing, honey
rll have something for you to eat IN 8
moment. Don't try to sit up.
Aud Aunt Lucy coming in, enforced
the gentle command.
: III cit here, May, while you get cuI
, Of tea aud some toast for the poor body
she said. An, it's hard to be old aut
> poor, she added, as May len, Ikuow !
myself
Your niece, marm! said the pretende,
peddler, looking after May.
My brothers child. She's been like ;
daughter to me since her mother died
though can help her but little, for Ia
sick, of and on, the big gcst part Of th
year
She is very pretty.
= She's better than that; she's good, wa
I the earnest reply. Her father died whel
she was sixteen, and her mother onl
! lived year after. Since then May an,
7 have lived together, sewing, aud keep
/ ing house ns best we could ia these thre
fHffta rua4ya We'll snA fhr old uugs.s a.