South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1875-07-23

an event In the history of that hotel
Tor never had such an establishment
been seen there before. Out came the
two hostlers. out came the stable boys.
out came the harkeeper, and lastly, out
came the landlord himself.
gentleman alighted from the car.
rage, and was followed by beautiful
and richly dressed lady Bobbing his
bare heal. and waving aside his subor,
dinates. the obseluious landlord lei the
way to the parlor, took the orders of his
distinguished guests, and communica.
tea them to his servants. Then there
was an opening and shutting of doors, n
ringing OF bells, 81 fishing to and fro
In short, tumult Is If the queen had
come.
When the travellers were left to them.
selves, the lady broke into a merry
laugh.
10, it is too droll, Sir Edward it is
the same landlord who, fifteen wears a.
go. babe me BECOME for thief and "A
I tramp"
The villain! / should like to Law nv
I cane over his back" said Sir Edward.
1t isn't worth while-such an insig.
niticant back" said the lady only
don't take on airs, thinking all this at
tention is for us. 1t is only for our car
riages and horses and our clothes"
BY and by, the landlord having made
some further GRAND to the parlor, the
lady, who was sitting by the window, re.
marked:
"Iou have pleasant little village
here"
"As pleasant and thriving q village as
any in the county" answered the de-
lighted landlord.
do you know if there is family by
the name of Mallory living hcre?'' ask
ed she.
There's farmer by that name.
ma'am. Mr.. John Mallory-if it's him
you mean.
"The same, no doubt. He's living
thcn-and his mother?"
'She died some six years ago ma am.
and it's well, perhaps, considering the
misfortune that's come TO the family"
"Misfortune?"
"Then you don't know" said the land,
lord. delighted to have some intelligence
to communicate, but marveling much
that this great lady could feel any inter.
est i'll the Mallory family. well it's
|'SsfS hioiOitubS, anu lllt WOTSb oil III Is.
it was all his own fault. If people will
be so foolish, they must take tho conse.
quences. There wasn't more prospe
rous man in town than John Mallory.
and his property being mostly in real es-
tate. there was no reason why he should
not keep it always, and his children af.
ter him. for real estate doesn't take to
itself wings and fly away, rs other rich
es does. But what does John do but
sign n note for n friend, and now he has
lost everything"
Everything"
"Everything-justt turned him self and
family out of house and home. That is
to say, they'll have to go; there's no
help for it,
lies at the old place now, is hep"
ale is. maam; but he won't be long
the sale takes place to-day"
Thanks" said the lady; and then.
as if to herself. "Poor John so like
him.
You know him." qneried the land.
lord.
''lle showed me great Kindness once.
fifteen years ago. | was here, also. nj
that time. You do not remember it?"
lit is very strange, but really. ma am.
1t has escaped my recollection"
Quite likely. 1t was before my mar
rage" And with this the landlord was
forced to be satisfied.
The sale was over, and John Mallory
was wandering from room to room. TAX. !
ing mute farewell of the house which
he could no longer call his own. when
his little daughter came to say that
lady was in the parlor who had askcl |
for him.
VERY we'll" said he, supposing it TO
he some neighbor who wished to see
him on a tri1ng matter of business:
but when he opened the door q stranger
stood before him.
She greeted him courteously. and then
said, without any circumlocution
81 am the purchaser Of your farm. and /
have brought the deed, that you NAV
see if it is all right"
He took it listlessly enough. but as
he glanced oyer it, his conntenancc I
changed.
II don't understand" said he. and no |
wonder. for the deel was made out i'm |
his own name.
$50 you, too. have forgotten me. ne
well rs the big landlord up there bnt .
maybe You will remember that" and she .
held ont n queer little purse Of netted .
silk"
John Mallory fixed his startled oazo .
upon her face, and something i'm the lus. .
trous eyes, the smiling mouth. touched a
long'silont chord Of memory. She saw
It. and answering his look. said
les, l am Estelle Leroy, and the
same Providence which sent Won 10 me
IN my despair has sent me to you in
yonr time Of sorrow, No thanks. John
Mallory. ! do no more than rcquite
your kindness 20 me, and hardly that.
so keep the deed, 7 pray you. But the
little purse, with that will never part"
She then told him that within two or