Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1875-08-09
Fortunes Caprices.

JOHu hdu u hluu u6dIl, anu MdS tttSI-
ly moved at the sign of distress, so he
stopped and addressed the woman.
"You seem to be in trouble
was what he said. The mourner lifted
her face, and he saw that she was a
very young woman, scarcely more than
a girl, in fact. But this did not lessen
his pity at all possibly it increased it,
for his heart was human as we'll as kind.
Trouble? All, yes; 1 have come
such long, long way, and am so fa-
tigue-so much weary! l went to the
peoples doors, but no one said anything
only Go way We have no room for
strangers. Go to the hotel, why do you
not p
$50 | went to the hotel. but the land
lord was worst than all the rest. Oh,
how he frightened me, he was so fierce,
so loud. He called me tramp-a thief,
because he found / had no money. No
money, yes, that was it; and he babe
me 90 about my business, and so came
out into the woods to die alone"
Cheer up, then, if that is all" said
John, ''and come with me. My mother
won't drive you from her door, you may
| be sure"
And John spoke truly, for his moth
er's heart was like his own. She only
needed to know that the girl was a
stranger and in distress, to give her a
cordial welcome.
Take off yonr things, my dear" she
said, removing the girls shawl with her
own hands, land sit here by the fire.
How you shiver, poor child! You're
chilled to the bone
..You are very kind-so very kind p
said the visitor, taking the rocking-chair
offered her and then John saw that she
was not only young, but singularly
beautiful, though thin and pale, as if
from recent illness.
You're out of health. You're not
fit to be abroad" said Mrs. Mallory.
"How your mother would feel to see
you looking so p
''Alas, have no mother 20 said the
girl, and her tears began to flow afresh.
Il will tell you my story.
There, there, I'm sorry 1 said it
I'm such a blunderer! Never mind the
story now, but after supper, when you
are warm and comfortable, you shall
tell US about yourself, that is, all yor
wish to tell"
So, when the three had eaten theil
evening meal, and Mrs. Mallory haC
cleared away the table and taken ou
her knitting work, the young girl TOLD
her story. .......
She said that her name was Estell
lie Roy that her father was a Frencl
refugee but that she herself was borl
in Canada, some years after he had lef
his native country. he having married
Canadian. After the death of her moth
er, he had come to Boston, hoping to b
able to support himself and her by teach
ing his own language; but just as b
had found situation which promise
to be permanent, he became very i'll i
fact, the climate of this country ha
never agreed with him, and he was al
ways mourning for ala belle France.
He was sick long time, and when b
died he left her penniless.
OF her relatives in France she kne'
nothing and although, since her fatf
er's death, she had written more tina
once to her mothers friends in Canada
. no letters had ever been received in II
! turn. She believed she could find thel
4 however, if she could get there, and tha
5 was now her aim. What she had suffer
: ed since she left Boston, she said sh
J could "never, never tell
; at is all over now, my dear" sal
Mrs. Mallory, $50 try to forget it, an
i just try to make yourself contented wit
i US till you are better able to travel tina
you are now"
For a whole week Estelle stayed wit
i the MallOrys. gaining in health an
; beauty every day, and developing car
e less lightness of spirit greatly in col
trast to her first depression.
Y That John was not insensible to ht
attractions may well be imagined, an
Is what the consequences might have bee
: | cannot tell, if his heart had not bee
J. already preoccupied. That being Il
N case, there was no room for the ia
a stranger, save in the way of friendshi
d and he showed his friendship by brin
q ing Mary, his betrothed, to see her.
i Curious it was to see the two toget
at er-Mary, the staid New England gil
,e with her rosy cheeks. her calm, bl
Of eyes and yellow hair; her plain DIRE
to and steady Northern tongue; and I
re telle, with her olive skin, her hair Al
t. eyes as dark as night, her fanciful, ic
ID Omatic speech. and her airy 6gul
Dy which gave grace even to the worn q
Dd ments which clothed IT. 1t was
tn brown thrush and the canary bird 8
at ting side by side on an apple tree bOul
IN. Still. they got on well together
m. these two-and kissed each other VII