The Canton mail. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 18??-1882, 1875-08-21
VOLUME XI.

bare head and waving aside his subOl
dlnates the obsequious landlord led til
way to the parlor, took the orders of hi
, distinguished guests and communicate
them to his servants. Then there wa
an opening and SHIFTING of doors,
ringing of bells, a rushing to and fro
in short, turult SIS If the queen la,
come.
When the travellers were lelt to them
selves the lady broke into merry laugh
son, it is too droli, Sir Edward i
is the same landlord who, fifteen year
ago, bade me begone for n thief and
tramp"
1.-THE villain ! 1 should like to Ia,
my cane over his bsck," said Sir Ed
ward.i
at isn't worth while-such en- insip
nificant back" said the lady; "onl,
don't take on airs, thinking all 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 Grand to the parlor, the
lady, who was sitting by the window, re
marked
"You have a pleasant little village
| here"
Gas pleasant and thriving village as
any in the country" answered the de-
llSnEcU laQulOru.
"Do you know if there is 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 him
You mean"
"The same, no doubt. He's living,
then-and his mother?"
"She died some six years ago. ma am,
and it's well, perhaps, considering the
misfortune that's come to the family Pr
misfortune ?"
"Then 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
a great misfortune, and the worst of it
is, it 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 a note for friend,
and now he's lost everything"
Everything
"Everything-justt turned himself and
family out of house and home. That is
to say, they'll have to go; there is no
help for it."
Hes 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 Johu SO like
him."
"You know him ?" queried the land
lord.
He showed me great kindness once,
fifteen years ago. I was here, also, at
that time. You do not remember it.
1t is very strange, but really, ma am,
it has escaped my recollection"
Quite likely. It 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 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 neishbor who wished to see
when he opened the door a stranger
stood before him.
She greeted him courteously, and |
then said, without any decentralization
Il am the purchaser of your farm,
and I have brought the deed, that you
may see if it is all right"
He took it listlessly enough, but as
ne glanced over it his countenence
changed.
81 don't understand" said he; and
10 wonder, for the deed was made out
n his own name.
$50 you, too, have forgotten me, as
veil as the big landlord up there but
maybe you will remember that" and
The held out queer little purse OF net
ed silk.
John Mallory fixed his startled gaze
lpon her face, and something in the
ustrous eyes, the smiling mouth,
ouched long silent chord of memory.
She saw it, and, answering his look,
all
"Yes, am Estelle Leroy, and the
anne providence which sent you to
ne in my despair has sent me to you in
our time of sorrow. No thanks, John
Mallory. do no more than requite
70 keep the deed, pray you. But the
title purse, with that l will never part"
She then told him that within two
n three years after returning to Canada
he had married an Engli&hman of rank,
nd had been in Europs most of the
ime since; but that, being now on
our through "the States" they had \
ONE out of their way to visit thoEe who
ad befriended her in her need.
"The dear mother is gone, I hear
mt the pretty Marie, che is well ?'
My wife is well, and will come her
elf and thank you for your great good
ess."
Not tonight, not tonight but to-
borrow Sir Edward will come with me,
nd we will talk it all over-the past and
resent. He knows it MI, and he will
ay the thanks are due from ourselves,
OF you"
And in this she proved true prophet.