The herald and mail. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1873-188?, 1875-08-20

don't take on airs, thinking oil this at.
tention is for us. 1t is only for our car.
rage and horses, and our Clothes"
BY and by, the landlord having made
some further errand to the parlor, the
lady, who was sitting by the window, re
marked:
here"
As pleasant and thriving a village as
any in the country" answered the de-
lighted landlord.
"Do you know if there is a family bv
the name of Mallory living here ?' asked
she.
"There's a farmer by that name,
ma'am. Mr.. John Mallory-if it's hin
you mean"
"The same, no doubt. He's living,
| then-and his mOther?"
"She died some ak years ago, ma'am,
| and it's well, perhaps, considering the
| misfortune that's come to the family p
| misfortune ?"
"Thenyou don't know" said the land
lord, delighted TO have sorae intelligence
| to communicate, but marvellinR much
| that this great lady could feel any inter
est in the Mallory family. Well, it Is
a SANnS nLSIO1I IuuO3 dlu buO HOISG OF IL
| ls, 1t was all bis own fault. If people
will be so foolish, they must take the
| consequences. There wasn't a more
prosperous man in town than John
| Mallory, and, his property being
mostly IN real estate, there was no rea-
| son why he shouldn't keep it always.
and his children after him, for real
estate doesn't take to itself wings and fly
away as other riches do. But what does
John do but sign note for a friend,
and now he's lost everything"
Everything? ".i.
"Everything-iust turned himself and
family out of house and home. That is
to say, they'll have to go; there is no
help for it.
He's at the old place now, is hep"
He is ma'am, but he won't be long {;
the sale takes place to-day"
Thanks" said the lady: and then.
as if to herself, Poor Johu so like
him"
"You know him ?'' queried the land
lord.
He showed me great kindness once,
fifteen years ago. was here, also, at
that time. You do not remember il. ."
1t is very strange, but really, na'am
1t has escaped my recollection.
Quite likely. Tt was before my
marriage" 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 a mute farewell of the house which
he could no longer call mis- own, when
his little daughter came to say that a
lady was IN the parlor who had asked
for him.
Very well" said he, supposing it to
be some neiohbor who wished 70 see
him on 2 trifing matter of business; but
when ne opened the door q stranger
stood before him.
She greeted him courteously, and
then said, without any circumlocution
6 am the purchaser of your farm,
and have brought the deed, that you
may see if it is all right"
He took it listlessly enough, but as
he glanced over it his countenance
changed.
81 don't understand" said he; and
no wonder, for the deed was made ont
in his own name.
$50 you, too, have forgotten me, as
well as the big landlord up there but
maybe You will remember that" and
she held out a queer little purse of net
ted silk.
John Mallory fixed his startled gaze
upon her face, and something in the
lustrous eyes, the smiling mouth,
touched long silent chord Of memory.
She saw it, and, answering his look,
said
Eyes, am Estelle Leroy, and the
same providence which sent you to
me in my despair has sent me to you in
yOur time of sorrow. No thanks, John
Mallory. / do no more than requite
your kindness to me, and hardly that
so keep the deed, pray you. But the
little purse, with that l will never part"
She then told him that within two
or three years after returning to Canada
she had married an Engli.hman of rank,
and had been in Europ5 most of the
time since; but that, being now on a
tour through "the States" they had
come out of their way to visit those who
had befriended her in her need.
"The dear mother is gone, I hear
bnt the pretty Marie, she is well ?"
MY wife is we'll, and will come her
self and thank you for your great good
ness"
" Not tonight, not to night; but to-
morrow Sir Edward will come with me,
and we will talk it all over-the past and
present. He knows it all, and he will
say the thanks are due from ourselves,
not VOu"