St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1874-07-31

room, CHANGING impatiently at the closed
blinds. Verify, the widOwer must have
been qrIafiing the elixir of life, his whole
hearing was SO animated and happy.
Freddy had been banished on Il long
walk with nurse. Mrs. Dale, with Il
general aspect of faint sourncss, went
her way as usual. He had found Il
diamond among all the paste at last.
Janet might take the place Of that
shadowy wife of the past without dis
honoring her memory. When would
the fair, sweet face smile Il morning
grcctingR
$50 il is you, my gentleman quGth
Lady Kew, chuckling, us she pecped
through the shutter. ''Then this little
chcckmatc in the game will do you all
the good in the world" For Janet was
gone, without word or sign, and, the
first excitement of outward calmncss
collapsing, was crying miserably behind
her veil in the train. which was hearing
her rapidly away from happiness.
lima Lamar stood in her window,
weary, haggard, and old, after sleep
less night, yet with the game i'll her
own hand.
HIN WHICH TIE KEY Is LOST.
No. : Cottage Place, was rapidly GO
ing by the board. Mrs. Maby, because
of chronic headache, had seldom ven
turcd into the kitchen, and her visits
now had Il rasping effect on cooks tenn
per. Many were the sins laid to the
absent young housckecpcr. Miss Janet
,r,uLJ h,yn h,arbS in dire .nntI
IN army of kettles on the hearth. II
coal-scuttlc on the lower stairs, and
chcvauX -dc-trise of broomS and dust
pans in the area. Cook made these
statements unblushingly, and was 50
justly offended at an expression of
querluous incredulity on her mistress
face that she gave warning on the spot.
Rcsult-thc Mahy family subsistcd on
lettuce, cucumhcrs. boiled eggs, and
dreadful dishes concerted by Alice ont
of impossible recipes. Taken i'll con-
ncction with this calamity, that Addy.
the maid. fell in love with the butchers
boy, and consumed much valuable time
flirting on the curhstonc: that Tom.
aged four Years, drank some Lubin'S
white rose. possibly owing to the low
state of the household lardcr, with
alarming results; that baby straycd
away and was lost for Il day. being re-
stored at night by contcmptuoiIs
policeman in a muddy and limp condi-
tion and that Mr. Maby's confidential
clerk was proved dishonest it may hc
inferred the machinery ot life sadly
needed adjusting ut No. ).
\ little palcr and quietcr than before,
Janet took up her burden again. and
found in work for others -aS we all
may do the balm of fnrgetfulness.
at is all very well Ia talk in IL su-
perior way about too many eggs to II
pint of milk" said pretty Alice. rucful-
ly. at the same time rubbing her class
ical nos" with Il tl"mry palm. "lou
have been To Clamshcll Point. and
lived in luNmry."
"Oh. Alice, wish it had been you
instead, from my heart" said Janet. for
the first time yielding to public tears.
as She laid her head on her sisters
shoulder. And Alice kissed her; in her
contrition even patting her Oh the back
with the r"lling-pin. Ii WAS not ut all
II pretty place. that dark kitchen of No.
>: the one dismal little window afford
ing Il view of passing boots and ankles
in the street above. and the cellar
yawning like Il black mouth opposite.
In her soul Janet knew that never were
grief and wrong like unto hers. with
the keen despair of & nature unused to
suffering. and that element of tragedy
peculiar to youth. Sweet hopes had
stirred in her heart of being Il home
centre about whom would cluster the
growth of all the coming Years. She
loved this man. although she had been
unconscious OF ii until he had spoken.
All the affection. the heroism ot her
nature had gone ont To him III the
stormy night. lcaping up in a torrent.
sweeping away the boundaries of pre-
vious unconSciouSncSs. Glorious dcs-
tiny, To live fnr him. to die for him
Thus do We invest prnSair mortals with
the trrvor of our own imaginatiomS.
For Janet Mahy this cold. rather elder
" man was touched with Il spear oi
fire.
At the moment lima Lamar WAS trip
ping over the sands. which reflected til,
rosy sunset clouds in many Il pool and
ripple, conscious that small boy toilcd
in her wake. lahnriumsly carry ing hi,
pnaiorr tull of CLAIMS. Her aspect was
flushed and eager. Trick worthy of hcl
tuTtuouS brain, perverted reasoning"
and fruit of much sensational move
reading: watching her opportunity y
when Freddy dropped Il clam ant
stopped to recover the treasure. sh,
tlung il hit of rrmmplcd paper back oI
the breeze. Very fresh and pretty wa,
her toilet. for lima WAS always wei
dressed. thanks to her own clever fin.
gers and skill with her needle. GcotlrcN
Dale looked after her trim figure ad
miringly. as his son tuggcd ut his GOA
tails.
"IIcrc's a letter found"
These days were not pleasant one.
for the widower. He tormcntcd him
self with IL thousand dark conjectures
Lady Kew was cool and evaSive; hi
brother Horace scarcely less mortified
than himself. The castle of happiness
coninrcd up hy magician's wand, ha'
faded almost before seen: the cup beer
rudcly dashed from his lips before h,
could drink. Why had Janet Nab,
departed without Il word of farewell
What right had she to treat him thus
He was in that first stage of displcasur,
when wounded vanity made him awai
an explanation instead of seeking one
1t was precisely in this mood that lin:
intended to insert her slender wedge %
doubt
II guess it's from the postotlicc,
hazarded Freddy. The paper was crum
Piled on one side was writing in ink
and on the other pencilcd lines. Nh
Dale read, "Most adorable Ilma," an,
at the close, "Your despairing slave
Alfred H" His lip curled. Ha,
not the young lady in question hung ol
his arm the previous evening, and de
clarcd, in the becoming moonlight. thu,