Lexington weekly intelligencer. (Lexington, Mo.) 1871-1887, 1876-03-04

q 1lStephen gaZed at Mr.. luttlc s lhich
soft Knees, and thought, in his pro-
fessioual way, Of how great natural
ists compose a whole unknown am
malIrom single bone discovered.
Mi. Tuttle's knees seemed to ms
prejudiced view exact symbols OF the
man. I
arm plain man." said Mr.. Tutile,
sand the fact is, I've got a mortgage
uarttlisi little place OF the widows,
aud from beiug behind hand, she's got
worse and worse. Now, from the
way she speaks of you, suppose you
are her friend, aud perhaps might
like to.heip her out.
,,..I suppose | could" suffered the
Young tutor, confused by many 9TH
er things besides the aversion futile
inspired in MIN; ''but do not see
any particular reason why l should.
Youmust know Inever knew her be-
fore last year." IL
7" ssHa! lia - laughed the other. of
YOU don't see reason, ANY other man
in .your place would. l. should say
thai girl of the widows would make
"a very, particular reason. Sort OF
aueen-like. She's no common stuh,
She ain't." AH.-Es'a Ds-
"Sirp' cried Stephen, forgetting
|himselt, rising, and his fingers curry
ing with u desire TO catch at Iuttle's
thick neck.
H..Dh,, no offense no offense 'cried
Tsttie, getting up aud backing two
| or three steps. E,eu .,a
.A -a-all right" stammered Steph-
ell, recollecting the folly of his POSI-
ton. "Perhaps L can do something:
Don't act till you hear from me" aud
he hurried into the house:
| At the door he met a boy with
telegraphic message. which read as
| follows:
! New YORK, May %.
| l"Ayent gone with securities and papers
| Come on ut onve. Bring all menorandums
| you have
He had Just time enough to catch
the train. From the station he sent
word to Mrs. Lagarde not to expect
him for some days, aud took his seat
full of foreboding Of the wretched-
ness which might be i'll store for nun
in the future
81 wouldn't have thought it OF
Stephen Churchill" said Mrs. La,
oarue, about a week after. 81 did
think he cared enough for us to ask
how we were"
'"Perhaps he's sick," said Mary, s
little indlstinctiy.
mo, he aim't for met young Mr.
: Robinson not all hour ago, and asked
: him how Mr.. Churchill was getting
/, on, aud he called out, "Oh, he's al
right.''' " -A-
Mary made no answer, but set hel
teeth hard. They were i'll smal
1 house far out on the eastern edge o
- the town-a house of Mir. futile &
z which he had kindly offered them a
low rent wheu he was forced to tore
close the mortgage OH their ownplac
8 a few DAYS before: This was not hi
|, only kintiuess: every day he sent the,
l. some little present, which began
tell sensibly OH Mrs. Lagarde's fee
i ings. ~,
:. coming to lrer daughters side at In
d open door, that you act very strans
Y, to Mr.. Tuttle. AT one time did hil
e, wrong iu my mind. Issw be was a
: struck of heap by you the flrst thu
It he laid eyes OH you, aud afterward
is did think he was getting tamilif
d like. But, Lord you're so high All
< mighty you frighten even me SOM
T. times. Now you must see what
30 all means he means marry. Dld yo
u never notice how he looks at you
t. "Yes," said Mary bet ween her Shit
er teeth, gazing tixedly over the mea'
ows at East Rock. The windows
er lonely house OH the summit blaze
ee like fiery eyes, aud Knocked her az
nv as she compared his way with ti
ve wistful homage OF Stephens eyes.
i'd "Now, L don't see how you cou
,, do better. Mr.. Tuttle is good,kll
nv man; not very young, but not o
either. He's formed, and knows
10 own mind, and he's tirst-rate bus
nd ness man. It's dogs life keepl'
boarders, and never did and nev
= will pay
i YES" said Mary bitterly, tits
sv dogs life you have been leading, a.
tn Oh inv account, too" Sne stroked b
mothers hair not unkindly but the
ed was more despair than affection IN
de motion. The tide OF rebellion agail
zee her lot in life was overwhelming 1T
eft She thought how other girls could
,le on improving themselves i'll comf'
to table homes, where the mother
,e1 not compelled to the unending da
ID, household drudgery.
ed "Mary," whispered Mrs. Lagar'
lit. suddenly breaking off a roll of wo'
Ut that had been issuing from her IL
he "here comes Mr.. Tuttle, earlier by
Sc hour, and in his best buggy. Cor
he in. Now do not look 80 gloon
please, and remember that thei
v others in the world beside yourse'
on Mr.. Tuttle was not the only
{ a son whose face was set toward the
u.s. tapidated little house in the subur
.ry Stephen Churchill had arrived u
ar. day, aud finding his boarding-h
aid closed, aud Mr.. Tuttle, to whom
of had written on business, not to
the found at his shop, had set out to Fl
to Mary by such meagre directions
,ad he could procure. The sight OF
futile passing i'll holiday attire
in- tine rate of speed had not quleted
ed. mind, but at least gave him the
md rection in which to search. The III
)yc ing windows Of the house on +
,us Rock seemed, however,a good om
-. 1t pleased hlm to think them bon
18th OF happy ausury, until the sight
I'm. Tuttle's wagon before small colt
he gave the upper hand once more
in sad and angry thoughts. As he
ned proached, II disagreeable voice
rye heard through the closed shuttle
It so, hesitatiug to go in. lie passed
, of the right around the house. On I
pht side, III the narrow sill OF miniat
If Day window projecting few
,eo- from the wall, sat Mary, with
lid. back to him, and pressed out II
.us, the room, as if TO get away as fal
oor possible from the speakers. Stepl
5ho stepped nOiselessly forward until
hu- stood within al arms length of
figure always present to his mind, i
leaned against the house. AS SHE
the he might have stirred her hair
lib. bending forward and breathing ha
had "Tuere is men i'll my posit
ons would hesitate before they asket
not factory girl to marry them," g
She Mr.. Tuttle, i'll loud, complac
but voice '.but am plain man,
t a, | say what L mean, Mrs. Lagai
That there daughter of yours s.
.on- dress like the best of them-as g
ice. as anybody up to Hiilhouse Avel
and Il's true Pm no boy; but we kn
he'd Mrs. Lagarde, what comes CT
green young things a-marrying.
le," very well as long as the money Ii
and for the honeymoon; but when th
spent, the fight begins. What do
, si- say, little Mary Z"