Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1874-10-31

"C3uus." Of that other delicious crs.tare of
whom great English Shakespeare SAYS:
thOus and inverted an gels lackey her.
Thomas Yarn Ia spite vi ~ ihaDiiJrv 10 NAVE
a living. was gcDI = creature that hi. yirtas
shown through his badrsRgled exterior, ~ the
sun himself STONE thrOu "a that tavern wIudax
through which h. saw the distant world.
Miss Margaret. rectangular spjn--er that che
wss, permitted him the guardianship of her
hIm to that icy, frigid zone o. virtue which sur
rOurded herself He sat IN the edge OF his char
in her presence when be told her the scraps OF
news she 80 dearly loved 70 hear.
OH on one OF these Occ Isions, Hh a. piece OF
news she told him.
You may shut up the library, Mr.. Yarn, Am
going 10 take Emily of TO school Fne trustees
VIII allow you your accustomed stipend" Miss
Margaret loved TO use q new and grandi Oqueut
phrase "a well as snothsr), land your work can
be resumed in the spring; now [ prefer to have
the library shut. Good EVENING"
And she swept out without a look; besides,
who had ever battered him or sofGened the as-
Pc tiles of Fate to this creaturef
Poor Thomas! From him TIA at hath nothing
shall be taken even that hs hath,
He took out the piece Of folded Chtns-paper
and looked long at the treSs of black hair. He
wOndert d, knowing how low down he was, that
he could be so exqusiteiy miserable. There is a
great talent In human nature for pain, and suf-
fering, and dull grief. That side OF our u Gture
seems 10 be singuiarIy gifted. We have no such
unlimited powers ia the way OF 10y and glad
Uess- After the sixteenth year or existence i
iassed, Il seems doubtful IT any one eau feel
rsPt. rOuslT happy for very long time
three minutes. Bat the power o. s. ffsrin., con
star Y grows with our growth, AMI s,reng hens
With our strength. NJ one ever CO implanted that
he had not talent n "a for this SORT OF thIny.
Even Thomas YARN. VINO had seemed to have
talent FOR nothing else, feit wI.djp him-cjf Ihe
comprehension Of sn Intellectual cpios Is for
suffering.
It's qbari thing 10 take out @. poor life
the friendship. she ur4 Tesyion,nc love Of 4
child. He saw EmIy IIrtively during those
years when she danced over that mvSteri rus
iant,-thst bOadsrlsnG OF grlhOod and woman
hOoi,-bU. when she came home from board
ing school, aLd looked al Thomas Yarn with
ne = eyes,-he who had not grown cleaner. o.
younger, or more agreesbls,-he felt that he
hal lost his little friend. Sac reinstated him In
the library; but she came there seldom herself
she had a new book to resd,-hsr o gn romance
Was being written; lovers were coming in the
deSA, instead o. on the yellow pages OF her old
bJ0ksY-sO Thomas and memory dusted alone.
One day Thomas took down d volume Of
SCOTS "COmmentaTie=,' 10 whicd he saw E.
moth creeping, and, rs he did sn, a wild f0aeI
Eel! U1t,-One OF those which hal not been eIe-
waited to the dignity OF Emiiy's herbsrium. II
was 3 heavy old OOOk, WITH a psrch msnt cover
ard, as he.dusted aud shook it, Thomas Yarn
shOuk out his fate,-a folded paper fell to the
ground with bits Of fern, pressed violet, a LADY
slipper. and several fringed pOlygaas.
1t was will He knew the hand writing we'll,
tor III EIs struggles for existence rs had been d
cOpyist, and had often met the stitf stately, Old
faSaIv med, copper plate n and OF Gov. Ham m0ni.
lie read ON through the formal phrases aud
legal 'UTmS,--he read on man does in
dTeam. and ne never knew bow long it took him
to ind OUt what was written on that piece OF
paper. lie might have tainted sKay,-if 50, he
came to all by himself. 1t was a will, leaving
ali his property 70 his natural son, ThOmaf
Yarn. IL vas witnessed 10y Deborah DOOitte
lE.'-uamed womAn'!l, then and now cook - the
establish mPIt, and by Old Deacon Ramsey, who
h1f been gathered - his fathers.
IAOWas I arm Tsmem5ered the date OF the
viii which lad given al tae property - T. niy,
yet this was written year alter. 1t W As not
recorded, that he knew well, out ne thought
Deborah would remember signing it. He went
through at these mental Operations with half
his mud, the other half was ptTalyzsG with
surprise.
he wa i, king at II With bleared eyes when
he he n, arr fresh young voice Singing in the
bali. lie had Ja>t time q put tue t,aper in per-
haEs the poorest old pocket Ia the world, when
Emily opened the door.
Thomas Yarn was surrounded with faded
Wild flowers He even had piece Of tern "a his
hand, endeavOTtng 20 hold Il as il it were thing
~ which he was accustomed.
bow Emily laughed as she saw him!
so you have found some 81 Odr old flowers?
how yellow they are, poor things. Look AZ
that violet. They are like people VINO have had
sickness aud trouble. wOnd-r il ( shall ever
look like one OF these
''Its. they ere yellow" said Thomas, feebly;
do you remember when sou pat tnem here"
Il remember! Way, ne; u might have been
the summer after had the measles, or the
summer before | went TO schOOi, L don't re-
IBe Il beTl"
Thomas Yarn took his way home that day
through the kitchen. lt was not tue frs time,
the pToiI-r Of cup OF tea, or sons of her nice
Dishes always DOING &c with respect, Tor she
thought, with the rest OF MOsSDrOJk, that
Thomas Was poor gentle al; and he, not q
person 20 be invited to dim er. would paus. fur
lively, ana at De5Orah s ncts IlDIe snatch Acgp
Of tea or rich dOughnnt, grateful variety 20 tag
I'm iaTt.
SO, when he appeared down the ,tlirs, Debo-
al hustled TOun1, AMI pat q plate ami knife
and fork on the sids-table.
go" said Thsmas Yarl, "ncth ng 70 eat"
WUdtSgmFfpVpr II
Mr.. am; said Deborah. "GUI iJok As Ialte
q Sheet"
deborah. 10 you remember witnessing = pa
per tor Gov. Hammond in his last illn-ss!!''
well, yes, guess do, Mr.. Yarn. The GJg-
eTnOT va, terrible queer his last sick cess. He
wandered round, and went % the library, and
WOuldn'tstsy in bed, and wrote things. Yes, me
and Deacon Ramsey see him sign something, |
suppose IL was his will, giving everything to
Miss Emily. He was awful troubled, the Gov
eTnOr was. After his son died be got queer, and
then, after Miss Hammond died he got quesrer |
expect the Governor had Osen rather hard on |
the poor when be was making his rOrtune."
"Deborah, put on your spectacles, aud see If |
this Is your signature
Deborah produced some very large glasses, |
and proceeded to At them with diff Guilty on
"WeI, yss, L wrote that. l never was good
with my pen; and was kind OF Mustered when !
the Governor he called me, and Deacon Ramsey
no y a. COUghIn' awful at the time; he died, |
poor man, before the Governor did; and then |
had ny dinner on, and the soup WAS a burnin'." |
Thomas Yarn was half up the street before |
Deborah had finished, and had res ched the Reg
istrar's Office. Yes, Emily's will was recorded |
this was not, but this was wSittea year after
the other.
Then the poor soul Travelled back on his recOl- |
lecliOHs, sn1 he saw, here and there, the figure !
OF tha stately man. who had been his father, he
recognized, here and there, that be must have !
secretly helped him from time to time; he re- !
membeTed, TOO, that he had not helped him !
when help might have saved Mary, and his soul !
swelled with bitterness. But in the hours tn At !
death waited for the Governor, he had paid this /
taTdy debt to cOnSistence. he had laid the la !
per in the Old book. he had sent Thomas Yarn |
To the library, and he had left the rest chance.
Miserable, vulgar fraction Of con science money!
Miserable playing with justicel Gov. HAM |
moDd, like many dignifed gentleman, uncov-
cred his real character in ais will, and showed |
the poor and mean thing which fine appear |
sBce had drsped and ornsmented.
Thomas Yarn went 20 Msry's grave and con- |
sidered. He saw from that humble spot Gov.
HammOnds tall C)rinthian column CLEAN
through the trees. He thought of the change il !
would make in the village treatment il he an
nOunced the fact. The tavern window would !
cease TO be his post of observation; he wOuli
sit of an evening on the broad piazza where |
Miss Margaret and Emily received their guess;
ii would be his Owni
He would become man of fortune, a power
in the State. He locked DOM at his garments