The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1876-05-06

his Gngets to the floor. Fortunately the
policeman was in time 70 catch him end
lay him on tho sofa. For moment the
boy was f1rgolten, every ono pressing
around ,he master Of the house.
"I4 it sirck, 2" asked the policeman,
anxiously. "What docs it mean 2
At another time Mrs. Somers would
have been reticent about family ehslrs
hut she was too hnttered to think clearly
out OF herself She took ber
audience. uuconecionsly, into her conf
dence.
mo. it's not stroke, she answered,
aiIh the experience cf long years Of nurs
iug. HIS tuce iau't aviy. you see aud
he's only limp, not psrelsz-d There,
I've OPENED hi, cravat cad now, Jane
bring some water It's but iaintng &
he uiteu has 'em wheo he's worried Of
teu, mem, siLco his daughter weut
away. She rsD eff, you know, most ten
years sge, Hes never forgiven her, or
rather she's oever-- le8stwsy OF late yesre
asked to be forgiven. The last tine
was when she came herself, just after che
was mari d, on night a. bad ss this" !"
A II this while Mrs. Somers was try ing to
relieve her master. cha6ng his hands
holding smelling eais to him, even order
lnx the wiudow opeued. He tuned her
from his door ln perfect rage ney'r
seed him SO angry aiore or since. But
hes been sorry for it msny snd many Il
time, know, ] have heard him sigh 80 /!
He was aihipkiUg of her. He'd have
forgiven all years ego. if the would have
come again but she wps as proud as
him don't know which was the proud.
er. She went to foreign parts with her
hnsbuud-he'd been her music teacher,
you seo-ihat is what made Mr.. Ascot 81
angry AUD she has not been heard oi
these yeais and years. Thcre-ho'o
coming TO; What sigh Stand aside,
Mr.. Policeman, please, and give him
some sir. Poor man but he has nobod y
to blame but himself after ell. don't
uphold disobedieuoe ia children OF course;
but Il dearer, sweeter girl than Margaret
Ascot never was Many aud many's ;he
time I've carried her in my arms when
she was baby aud her mother Has alive,
How are you feeling now, siT y
The last senteoce YVES addressed to her
master, who With deep drawn sigh open.
I'd his eyes.
"What-what is the matter ?" he said
looking vacautlY from one TO the other.
Yes, | rememhei," putting his hand to
his brow, "Margaret-"
His eyes wandering about fell oD the
boy who, during iois episode, bad entire
ly recovered consciousness and was look.
Iug With stfsuge eort Of wordcr at Mr.
Ascot.
please. SIR" said the lad. seeing thS'
he had attracted the old mau'r eye, "cur
you tell the where Mr Ascot lives?
was to 20 to him-ouly | lost my way
mcIher's very sick-sDd she's had nothing
to eat to day"
With these wo,ds be broke down with
q great sob, the tears streaming aloDg hi.
thin, wan cheeks.
Where's the note? Order the car
riage." said Mr Ascot, incoherently, ris
ing 10 bis feet. is it from Margaret
Did somebody 'sy ehe WIS klerviuR7'
Ills poor, weak. shaking hapds vginlJ
tried again to uufold The paper which thu
police mao had banded bin. III all
not stfoug an | u-ed to be !" aud h'
looked piteously at Mrs, Somers and sauA
again on the sofa.
Drink this" said the housekeeper
haudns him n restorative.
lie drsuk it aud rallied
"Ah it Is hes-h her writing" speak
ing TO binselF. She is widow, pd he
only child is named-alter-uiter me-"
lie stopped teAdiug aud tu ned to lool
at the boy.
"Are you grsndfetber7' ssid the lat
ter, tlmitly. Il thibk you be, for moth
er has picture she looks at aud erie
over, aud it is like you"
Tho letter sgsiu tell TO ihe floor. B1
this time it was because he opened hi
arms aud the boy, catching the meaning
came to bin.
You won't let her die, will you ?
AMID the boy, looking piteously into hi
| face.
die. die = cried the old man. risin
up. aud hs voice aud Dir we're that o
youth, She shall not die. Where
the carriage, say" he cried almost sn
grily, aud ho turned toward the door
where the iootman now appeared.
The carrisge waits, sir" ssid the ser
want obeequiou.ly,
Get your cloak aud bonnet, Mr;
Somers, u few blaukets-a biz of food
there's not minute 10 lose. Good God
Margaret dying and We wasting our tim
here! No, my bravo little fellow you
mother shall not die"
la few minutes, during which th
thoughtful Mrs. Somers had provided
biscuit aad some hot tea FOR the boy, tn
little party set forth. While the carriag
ID re Ing over the snow, ito de'tiDatio
being one Of the most obscure streets {
tho great metropolis, let Us say a fe'
few words about the daughter.
Margaret Ascnt had been one Of thos
sweet tempered, sympathetic natures ths
every body loved. Beautiful. accomplish
cd, wealthy add 6ell born. she bad crowd
of euitors, but at plueteeD she turue
from them all, and gave her heart to
penniless lover. This was not because sh
was fuolishly romantic. like 30 una
otheTs, hut because her sGitor was sortb
OF her in every way except riches. II
was only poor music teacher, an Italia
exile--for This was in day DOW fortuust,
ly long ago Italy Was not lice, aud to !
an Italian yatrlot meant bsuisament {
life long imprisonment, or even death.
Andrea FIilipPo had, when hardl
more than boy, joined 10 the insure,
,iou OF '4S, and had been compelled aG,
. lis failure to Ay the couotry. He hs
come to Amerlca aud, beipg penuiles
: had heen com Delled 10 take M th, fir