Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1875-07-03
FORTUNES CAPRICES.

John Mallory was returning from his
days work, with his spade over his
shoulder, when he saw woman sitting
close to the wall, weeping bitterly.
John had kind heart, and was easily
moved at the sight of distress, so he
stopped and addressed the woman.
"You seem to be in trouble"-that
was what he said. The mourner lifted
her face, and he saw that she was very
young woman, scarcely more than girl,
in fact. But this did not lessen his
pity at all; possibly it increased it, for
his heart was human as well as kind.
"Trouble2 All, yes; I have come
such long, long way, and am SO fatigue
so much weary 1 went to the peo-
ple's doors, but no one said anything
only, Go way We have no room for
strangers. Go to the hotel, why do you
not2' Ifs'
ESQ 1 went to the hotel, but the land
lord was worst than all the rest. O,
how he frightened me, he was SO fierce,
so loud He called me tramp-a thief
because he found I had no money. No
money, yes, that was it; and he bade me
go about my business; but I have no
business, and SO I 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" M
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 q
cordial welcome.
"Take off your things, my dear, -
said she, removing the girls shawl with
her own hands, "and sit here by the
fire. How you shiver, poor child |
You're chilled to the bone"
e "You are SO kind-so very kind !''
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 il
from recent illness.
"You're out of health. You're not
fit to be abroad" said Mrs. Mallory.
Chow your mother would feel to SCI
you looking sol" ~ 4
"Alas, I have no motherl" said the
girl, and her tears began to flow afresh
81 will tell you my story
"There, there, I'm sorry I said it
I'm such a blunderer Never mind the
story now, but after supper, when yor
are warm and comfortable, you shall tel
us about yourself, that is, all that yor
wish to tell"
So, when the three had eaten theil
evening meal, and Mrs. Mallory haC
cleared away the table and taken out he
knitting work, the young girl told he
story. .......
She said that her name was Estelle Il
Roy; that her father was Frencl
refugee; but that she herself was born il
Canada, some years after he had left hi
native country, he having married
Canadian. After the death of her moth
er, he had come to Boston, hoping to b
ablo to support himself and her by teach
ing his own language; but just as he ha
found situation which promised to b
permanent, he became very ill; in fact
the climate of this country had neve
agreed with him, and he was alway
mourning for La belle France" Hewa
sick long time, and when he died h
left her penniless.
OF her relatives in France she kne,
nothing; and although, since her father
death, she had written more than ono
to her mothers friends in Canada, n
letters had ever been received in return
she believed she could find them, how
ever, If she could get there, and that wa
now her aim. What she had suffere
since she left Boston, she said she coul
"never, never tell"
Tvs all over now, my DEAR" sai