Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1873-09-15

ter, although that position would not
change my respect. | should honor him
in his endeavors to win a support for his
mother and himself.
II met him at his own home. His
mother is mammals dressmaker, and we
think her rich in the possession of SO
good son." Fay said, looking into her
face with an expression
which said as plain as words, ssWould
there were more like him.
"Ah, indeed. | wonder, possessing
such an exalted opinion of him, you do
not seek to solicit for him your uncle's
favor. Perhaps we might find a place
for him. | think we need another run
ner boy Julian said, a sneering expires
sion disfguring his face.
Thank you. l believe mamma has
spoken, or intends speaking to uncle on
the subject. But young Manly may
possibly fill another and more response
BILE position. Excuse me; | will 90 in
to the music room. [ think it will be
more agreeable than here" Fay said,
moving off.
Julian ground his teeth and vowed to
''fx that presuming fool" as he called
William Manly. The remainder of the
evening he spent flirting desperately
with an .'old fame and grew every
hour more wrathy when he saw how lit
tie Fay cared, and how happy she seem
ed with the party around the piano.
Fay Mandeville's eyes were opened
that night, both with regard to Julian's
unworthiness and her own feelings. She
knew her heart was very slightly affect
ed, and resolved to let Julian know it
without further delay.
Returning home, Julian apologized for
his ill-humor and rudeness, saying:
Forgive me, Fay \; but l feel any
thing but pleasantly toward that young
fellow, for you remember he interrupted
me at very important moment. l was
begging for your picture
Certainly, Julian, I forgive YOU
'.And for my desertion this evening
Miss Tracy is very old friend whom l
have not seen for a long time. She had
so much to say of old times.
''Oh, that is nothing for me to for
give. Eleanole Tracy is lovely girl,
and I hope you may be SO fortunate as
to win something more than friendly
regard from her. You have my best
wishes for your happiness"
'Fay, what do you mean?" Julian
exclaimed, interrupting her.
"That | shall always be glad to re.
turn your friendship, Julian
'.And nothing more"
Nothing more, Julian
They had reached her home HI
would have said more, much more
which he hoped would change her mood
but the door opened, and her uncle stooe
before them.
''Good-night!' without even her hant
extended. And she was gone from his
sight
Julian related the whole affair to
friend the next day, and likewise hi
plan to .'ix the fellow
Better not attempt it, julie. 1t is
dangerous game. If you should b
caught, it would cost you dearly sai'
the young man.
Il will do it 1t is impossible beini
discovered, answered Julian.
Every well. I'll have nothing to d
with it, returned his friend.
The next day sweet. gentle littl
woman sat sewing beside the window
watching and waiting for her sons com
ing. Smiling, she said:
..Oh, I wish he would come. Ho'
surprised and delighted he will be M
dear, good boy had scarcely dare
hope for such speedy good luck, a
though Mrs. Vaudeville promised
speak for him. All, here he comes p
Another moment, and Mrs. Manly
arms were around her son. And sh
pushed into his hand the letter whic
had given her so much joy. Qnickl
opening it, William read:
"MY YOUNG FRIEND: If you will pr
sent yourself as soon as convenient aftt
the receipt of this, to Mr. Fairwell, /
will find some position for you in his e
tablishment.
Every truly, F. MANDEvILLE.
Ou, HOW hlilu II III dIt We llOu w
of the happiest people living to nigh
little mother? Really I feel like shou
, ing with joy !" the good son said, as !
caught his mother within his arms, ar
danced her round the ROOM And whe
{ almost out Of breath he placed her j
her chair, sank on stool at her fee
and said:
, mo more working those dear hit
J fingers almost off nor binding your ey
with sewing until midnight. No, i
: deed. | intend your eyes shall gro
bright again. o mother, | feel as if
was too happy for It too last. But nc
t we must work little, brushing al
S darning my coat. Faithful old compa
t ion. | Will put you on the retired i
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