The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1874-10-06

DO you need to ask why ? he rejoined
What sort Of companion for Miss De
nos friends should | bc-a beggarly
scribbcr who barely keeps himself lodgeC
and fed, and has not talent enough to en-
able him to hope for fame even when hi
is grizzlcd and fifty No. he continued
more quickly, i have had my day here
in this old farmhouse, without a rival to
dread-with no soul to come between mt
and the sweetness ofy your companionshiI
i have had my full need of happiness
and covct no half way joy in the future
| was not made to play the part of de
sparing lover. | could not haunt you
footsteps for a SMILE look or dance at
tendance at parties and operas for the
pleasure Of bringing you an ice or picking
up yonr fan. despse man who car
humble himself in such way Yes ant
| was going to add, that despisc the wo
man who can take the pleasure in seeing
him do it =
He tossed the aegar away, and strodt
up and down the porch, which creakcd
alarmingly beneath his heavy tread.
"A pretty fellow l am to get into such
a rage about nothing he said at last
pausing beside Helen, who still leaned
against ,ho latlicc-work. Forgive me
will you not? will never behave sc
again.
Il have nothing to forgive, she replied
with a smile. Il like to see you behave
badly-it amuscs me- and need to be
amused.
is it not u pity that n man is so ham.
pered by circumstances as to be unable to
assume heroic attitude when he wish.
es? questioned Tom, seemingly quite
tranquil once more Il do not care to be
taller nor less clumsy; don't even wish
to amend and revise my nose but | would
like to perform some wonderful feat
which would forever cxnlt me in your
eyes and earn for me your eternal graft
tudc | can think of scores-sn snatching
you from under the wheels OF locomo-
tive ; swimming with you to shore from a
sinking ship, while the waves were run.
ming mountain high or rescung you from
some desperado armed with numbcrless
daggers and revolvcrs. How delightful
it would be to hear you sob out your
tbaukfuness to your bravo pcrscrver, as
Miss Alicia de Courcy does to Percy
Fitzgerald in my last drama At pres.
ent | amusc you--am well nigh as indis.
pensible to yout comfort az a lap.dog /;
compel you to be grateful, and-I think
you could hardly avoid loving me.
Il should a5hor you = returned Helen.
Il always dislike people to whom | am
under obligations. When | am forced to
be grateful to anybody, feel as though
the anybody had a string tied to my little
finger aud could jerk it warning'y Mt in.
tcrvals to remind me of my duty
On the whole, then said Tom, look
ing down at her small figure, you would
prefer to rescue nc, and listen TO the sob.
bing assurances Of my gratitude | will
improvise some horrible danger forthwith
plunge hcadioremost into it and allow
YOU to take me out. if you wiHnee any
more likely to care for me in consequence.
let ne see-we are going up the valley
tomorrow
Not We, interrupted Helen. 4 must
remain at home to entertain visitor
DO you expect the coming Of that do
nestle aiiiiction, Miss Fletcher? Why
not run away frcm her first thing in the
morning.
1t is not Miss Fletcher, said Helen,
hesitatng over the words 1t is-Mr
Hastings.
why did you not tell me a day soon.
er?' asked Tom in a hard constrained
tone.
i did not know it till this evening,
she replied. The telegram came ouly an
hour ago-just after We had finished tea. >
And you are glad 7? Tom questioned,
looking at her with keen glance.
Yes, | suppose so ; it is my duty to be
glad,
This is good-by, then. said Tom, after
some minutes Of embarrassing silence.
Shall not see you tomorrow o she
asked, little ialter in her voice.
No; | shall be of by sunrise for a
sunrise FOR last day in the valley
can take the evening train at March,
Bridget slacks there, and the conduc
tor knows me, and will not object. /
Mr.. Hastings is what he should be, yor
will not want me; if he is not-shake
hands Helen. Don't look out of the win.
dow when 60 away. | should only think
of you as looking little later for Mr.
Hastings coming.
Poor Tom said Helen to herself, 4
few minutes afterwards, as she heard his
room door close with emphasis, 1 won
der il Raphael ever bangs his doors or
gets into small RACES He never lumber,
at any rate, and how the porch floor did
squeak when Tom walked across it :!
i think | can get down there soil
quized Tom Ford the next forenoon peer
ing over the rocky wall AT least it i
worth my while to try-it will save ;
mile of walking if succeed Swingin!
himself over, he crept cautiously down
ward Half the descent had been mad
safely, when his foot slipped and he fell
carrying with him the rock to which ht
was ciinGinE.
Whom he recovered consciousness h
F found himself Tying at the bottom of The
prccipicc, pinioned to the ground by
mass of rock and earth which had fallcl
upon him.
'Unlucky that have no. the use G
both arms he thought, having fnishe,
the contemplation Of his situation 'Wel
| must see what can accomplish wit
, one. Pbew how it pains me mus
have bruised it badly coming down
, As be spoke he attempted to liit til
free arm, but it dropped powerless by hi
side Broken as sure as fate - be ca
| claimed, with a grimmace Of mingled pai
and amusement Was ever fellow
= sorrier predicamehtF
5 1T won't do he said after score
D fruitless efforts to release himself 4 Al