The Louisiana cotton-boll. [volume] (Vermilionville [i.e. Lafayette], Attakapas, La.) 1872-1883, 1875-08-18

only letter they ever received from her
In course Of time John and Mary were
married, and settled down on the Nal.
lory farm, and there for The present we
will leave them.
One day handsome travelling car
rlage drew up before the door of q hotel
IN quiet New England village. It was
an event in the history OF that hotel, for
| never had such an establishment been
seen there before. Out came the two
hostlers, ont came the stable-boys, out
came the bar-keeper, and. lastly, out
came the landlord himself.
A gentleman alighted from the car
rage and was followed by beautiful
and Eichlydressed lady. Bobbing his
bare head and waving aside his subor-
dinates the obsequious landlord led the
way to the parior, took The orders OF his
distinguished guests and communicated
them TO his servants. Then there was
an openings and shutting of doors, o
ringing cf bells, q rushing to aud fro
sll .sle1t 5s1a sEs 81 alasi
fU0ne.
When the travellers were left to them
selves the lady broke into q merry laugh.
"Oh, it is too droII, Sir Edward it
is the same landlord who, fifteen years
ago, bade me begone for a thfef and o
tramp"
"The villain l should lika to lay
my cane over his back" said Sir Ed
ward. .......zsH ..--r-sgE
"Tt isn't worth whiIe-such an 'insi q.
nifcant back" said the. lady ;, " only
don't take on airs, thinking hf1 this at
tentiou is for us. It 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:
"You have q pleasant little village
here" ... -r.
GAS pleasant and thriving village as
any in the country" answered the de-
lighted landlord. ..
"DO you know if there is O family by
the name Of Mallory living here ?" asked
she.
"There's a farmer by that name,
ma'am. Mr.. John Mallory-if It's him
you mean"
"The same, no doubt. He's living,
then-and his nother?" 49,
"She died some six years ago. ma am,
and it's well, perhaps, considering the
misfortune that's come to the family ?"
Misfortune ?"
"Theny you don't know" said the land
lord, delighted to have some intelligence
to communicate, but marvelling much
that this great lady could feel any inter
est in the Mallory family. "Well, it 3
q great misfortune, and the worst Of it
is, it was all bis own fault. II people
will be 30 foolish, they must take the
consequences. There wasn't q 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 aud fly
away as other riches do. But what does
John do but sign a note for friend,
and now he's lost everything"
"EverythingP"
''Everything-iusb turned himself and
family ont 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 he2"
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 john so like
him."
"You know him p queried the land
lord.
"He showed me great kindness opcs,
fifteen years ago. was here, also, at
that time. You do not remember it. y
at is very strange, but really, ma'am,
it has escaped my recollection.
"Ouite likely. It was before my
marriage" And with this the landlord
was forced to be satisfied.
Tho sale was over, and John Mallory
was wandering from room to room, tax.
ing mute farewell of the house which
he could DO longer call his own, when
his little daughter came to say that 9
lady was in the pnrlor who had asked
for him.
Very we'll" said he, suppoeing it to
be some neiqhbor who wished to see
i him on trihing matter of business; but
when he opened the door stranger
stood before him.
She greeted him courteously, and
then said, without any eireumlocution
"I nm the purchaser Of your farm,
and have brought the deed, that you
may see If it is oil right"
He took il Hstlessly enough, bat aa
he glanced over it his c0untenance
changed. .,
"i don't understand" sail he; and
no wonder, for the deed was made out
in his own name.
$50 You, too, have forgotten me, as
we'll as the big landlord mp there but
maybe you will remember that" and
she held ont queer little purse of net
ted silk.
John Mallory fixed his startled gaze
upon her face, and something in the
lnstrous eyes, the smiling mouth,
touched q iong. g.Bilent chord Of memory.
She saw it, and, answering his look,
sail
eyes. / am Estelle Leroy, and the
same providence which sent you to
me in my despair has sent me to you il
vour time of sorrow, No thanks, Johr
Mallory. / do no more than requltt
your kindness TO me, and hardly that
so keep the deed, pray you. Bat tn!
little purse, with that will never part
She tfien told him that within tive
or three years after returning 70 Aahaat
she had married an Englis hman OF rank
| and had been in Europs most OF th'
time since but that, being now ON
tour through "the States, they hat
come out OF their way 10 visit those wht
had befriended her in her need.
s'The dear mother is gone, ! hear
but The pretty Marie, che is well 2"
"My wife is well, and will come her
Il self and thank you for your great good
ness.
"Not tonight, not tonight; but to
morrow Sir Edward win come with me
and we will talk it all oyer-the past alt
present. He knows it all, and he vii
say the thanks are due from ourselves
} not you.
and in this she proved q true prophet
WE are touching our fellow-beingss OF
all sides. They are affected for good o