Connecticut western news., 1875-05-07
HOW SHE PAID HER DEBT.

Ous olbI1cy1 OllttI10Jo AOW COu1C you do such thing 2"
 Lillian Wayland's round cheek wa' blanched to an unwonted whiteness, a. l she stood before her brother in the close cramped room which constituted her soit home.
 Charley Wayland, handsome, dissi pated-looking youth of two or three and twenty, with bold black eyes, and merry mouth that seemed made only to smile, stood opposite her, looking haf-repentant, half-defiant as she spoke Gillian, couldn't help it. tell you was hard up. A fellow must have money You women don't know anything about the temptations and necessities of the world"
 "But, Charley" she faltered, edo you know how this same world, as you phrase it, looks at the deed you have just committed9 Oh, Charley" and he, voice grew low and tremulous, it is forgery l"
 "Nonsense, Lill It's only borrowing part of old Glencross' unused riches to aid my needs. wrote and asked him for cash, and he, the unmannerly lout, refused. Well, what could he expect after this, but that should help my self 2"
 Lillian wrung her slender hands.
 "How dared you, Charley9 That a Wayland should come to this I" she walled.
 "Dared !'' he echoed, recklessly. "It was but a stroke of the pen, after all and old Glencross would be @ paltrier miser than take him to be, if he makes fuss about matter of hundred pounds"
 "It is the right and the justice of the thing" cried Lillian, almost frantically. If we could pay him in any way; but I have sold everything that remains of our former wealth. See," and she looked round the miserable apartment, "see how live. Last night sat up till mid night, sewing, to have little money to pay the rent. I have not jewel left, not trinlzet"
 ooh, bother, Lill. If old Glencross cuts up rough, it is only taking 8 run across the water. I know lots of ship captains who would stow me away in their holds, almost any moonlight night.
 Lillian looked despairingly at him. Was it, then, impossible to make him comprehend the moral obliquity of the deed he had just committed9
 "But can't stay fooling here," ob- served the young man, with toss of his black crlrls. ~ mast be off about my business. Good bye, Lill. Give us kiss, my girl. Except that you're uncommon fond of featuring fellow, you're not bad sister in the main.'
 After he had gone, Lillian sat down to try and realize the new situation in which she and her brother were placed. All now depended upon the spirit in which Paul Glencross should receive this new encroachment upon his purse and patience.
 Lillian had never seen this distant rela- tion, yet she had formed an opinion of him in her inmost mind, as we all are apt to do of unseen persons whom we she thought of Mir. Glencross, the image of hook-nosed old man. yellow skinned and cadaverous, engaged in sorting over piles of mortgages, or counting bags of gold, suggested itself to her mental eye.
 " But he must be human, at least, !" thought Lillian, in the agony of her dis tress. {" If I go to him myself, and tell him just what poor Charley's necessities were, and how good-hearted he really is, in spite of all his faults and thought lessness-if say frankly to him, that I have no money nor jewels to reimburse him, but that I will stay and work for him, as a servant girl might work in the kitchen, until I have discharged the horrible debt, surely, oh, surely, he can not have the heart to refuse. can do q great many things. I can sew and en- broider, and could make good bread and cake, and poor mamma always said I was Q good housekeeper; and if MT. Glencross is really so miserly as Charley thinks, he would look at the economy of the thing. At least, it is worth trying. |"
 So favorably did Lillian Wayland re- gard this idea, broached in her sore ex- tremity, that in two days from the even- ing in which she had bidden goodbye to her handsome, reckless brother, she stepped from the train at the Victoria station, dressed in Q sober brown suit, that made her look like shrinking little mouse, with her carpet bag in her hand.
 A little inquiry suficed to bring her to the West End street where MT. Glen cross resided-a street lined on either side with palaces, the like of which Lillian had never seen in the palmer country town where she had been born and bred Her heart sank within her, as she stood on the broad steps leading up to the front door.
 Then coloring deeply at her own cowardly tremulousness and utter lack of all resolution and enterprise, she rang the bell, to settle the matter at once and definitely.
 Is MT. Glencross at home ?" she asked of the maid-servant who answered the summons.
 Yes, MT. Glencross was at home; would the young lady enter2 And Lillian was shown into an apartment curtained with heavy folds of purple satin, and carpeted with velvet of the same rich color-an apartment whose dusky splendor made her think of all the stories she had read of enchanted palaces in the realms of fairy-lnd.
 As Lillian sat on the silken sofa, wait ing with throbbing heart for the ap- pearance of her unknown cousin, the thought stole into her mind that he was not so much of "miser," after all, and then came sick sort of misgiving that her mission was all in vain.
 For surely, she thought, glancmg tremulously round the elegant apart ment, che will not want any ono to make bread, or look after the kitchen ex- penditures! I wish-oh, I wish that l was safe at home again !''
 The thought had scarcely fromed itself in her mind, when q door at tho farther end of the room was opened, and 8 tall, handsome man, scarcely thirty years of age, entered.
 "I-I beg your pardon, sir" faltered Lillian, all in futter, "but wished to see MT. Glencross."
 "I am MT. Glencross.
 " Your' Lily rose up and sa down again, coloring vivid scarlet. This,