The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1874-06-02


"A glass of cold water for me, please.
Blanche IIaughton knew her time, she
was then holding the glass to tho light,
and watched the bead as it floated to the
brim turning to her companion in win.
ming tones she said !
is not that beautiful, will you not
drink with me once tonight, Frank just
once? | will only ask that. hear you
have signed the pledge but what hurt to
inst taste this? Look, see how glowing
ly tho light fingers through it, and again
she held the goblet up.
The voice of the temptcr whispered the
same in his ear, what hurt will it do
He yielded and lifted the goblet for taste
but that little was too much the cup was
empty when he set it down, saying, that
was we'll worth trying A smile of
triumph curled Blanche Ilaughton's lip as
she heard the words she knew were the
beginning of her onged for revenge.
All, poor Frank that glass was not his
last Some Of his friends carried his sense
less form home to his mother that evening,
and if Blanche Haughton could have seen
the tears that rolled down her paid check
as she watched over her drunken son, she
might have thought her revenge fell on
the inocent also if she could have seen
the anguish of gentle May as she saw ber
lover, so manly and handsome few hours
before, so full Of buoyant hopes and plans
for the future, carried home inebriated,
perhaps the joy that filed her heart mig hit
have lost some of its qualification, but she
did not see this, and only thought Of her
triumph. But beware and rememberfair
false one that Pride goeth before de-
structon and naughty spirit before
fall Why was it that the spoiled beauty
wished for revenge? Simply this: she
had loved Frank Lawrence and thought
her passion returned. but when May Hunt
was found to be her rival, her heart was
filled with jealousy; knowing his weak
ness and also that he had signed the
pledge she thought if she could not win
his love there would be some pleasure in
knowing him lost to May she little cared
for the sorrow Of his mother whose idol
he was, aud when she heard of her death,
did not think she was half the cause oft.
Hardly had the events Of the grand
party ceased to be talked Of when the
news came that Mr.. Haughton, the rich
lawyer had failed : he had nothing left
him everything was swept away. Proud
in spirit he could i'll brook the cold stare
from those once called friends he died,
leaving Blanche and her mother to bat
tie alone with the world. Never healthy
and long used to every form Of luxury,
Mrs. Haughton soon followed her hus-
band to the grave,and Blanche found her
self alone in the great city without nothing
but her own hands to depend upon. What
change from the belle Of a fashionable
ball room, cour tel and f1attered by all,
to the reality of her utter loneliness
Those whom but short time before she
termed friends, now passed her coldly. as
though she wcreithe veriest beggear in the
street.
One evening, after fruitless eudeavor
to ind work, she sat alone by her scantY
fire so7rowfuly thinking of the past, aud
the change in her life, when light tap on
her door broke the silence OF her little
room. Rising to open it with trembling
fingers Blanche iiftod the latch, when vino
but the former hated rival, May Hunt
should stand before her Blanche was
thoroughly humbled, now, and the sight
of friendly face was what she wished
Nav told ner that she had searched all
over the city for her, and listened with
tears in her eyes to the recital Of Blanche ';
troubles, and when Blanche begged he'
forgiveness for the wrong she had done
May readily forgave her, though it cost a
bitter heart pang.
1t was a clear bright day in winter
tho sunlight shone brightly through th'
window, on one Of the poorest streets o
the city it fingered lovingly over tive
kneelng forms there. touching the brown
and golden curls with halo of light anc
shining on the paid features Of corpse
lying on the little pallet.be by whicl
the mourners (for such they were) knel
twiniug their arms about one another
one spoke, saying
oh. May how can you ever iorglv
me p and burst into a passionate Gt o
weeping.
The corpse on which the sun shoned ;
brightly was none other than Frank Law
rance. and the mourners were Blanch
Haughton and May Hunt.-From tha
evening when he had yielded to the vote
of tho tempter his course had been down
ward, apd none who saw his haggard 'ac,
bloodshot eyes and staggering steps wou
have thought it was the handsome mani
Frank Lawrence Of a few months heinr
Now he was dead dead in the pfiir ,
, his manhood, dead in the flu>hius hour
Of his life, killed by demo" 'h,' hl
r killed many young man FL" AZ iearne
a the paths trod by the temperate aud vii
: tuous now the bright winter suushin
shone DER his pale CORPSE ~ brightly L
+ on the busy people in the street below
r who prssed by wirh little needing O
/ knowing the sorro" so near them.
y A RACE OF PIGMIEs -Bayard Taylo
S in letter from Egypt, gives au accour
s of the recent discovery OF Il race Of pig
Il mics 10 Central Africa, Speaking {
@ two, in the care of the Khediye, he says
The little fellows looked at me wit
= bright, questioning, steady eyes, while
&c examined aud measured them. Tubb
IS was 4G inches in height, the legs beir
&c % inches, and body with head ~, whic
10 is somewhat better proportioned than
:. usual in savage tribes, The head an
| arms were quite symmetrical, but IL
W spine curved in remarkably from Il
lr shoulders to the hipjDint, throwing OF
the abdomen, which was already muC
IS distorted, probably from their diet
u beans and bananas. The head was cree
y the shoulders on the line Of gravity, al
" there was no stoop in the posture Of Il
| body, as in South Africa.