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

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ence for the imaginative element ct their
daughters. They fancy that st nineteen
yirls can fcpl rs their mothera do al
forty: that the dry hu,ks Of matter OF
lact liio are sufficient ior them. la ~
DOT eo ? aud Mr.. Ascot, though seusible
man in other re e.pects, could not under
stand why bis daughter was cold to her
wealthy lovers aud had given her heart
to the exile.
When Margaret, hopeless of altering
her fathers opinion, finally eloped with
her lover, his wrath knew no bounds. lie
refused to answer her letter ANNOUNCING
the marriage aud when few weeks
later, she came in peroon, be had her
literally thrust from the door.
After vaiuly trying to get some other
emEloymeut-lo Mr. Ascois Influence
deprived Andrea Of all his pupis-the
young couple went abroad. For awhile
they lived 10 London; but afterwsrd'
Audrea returned to Italy aad there
struggled on uotll be died. lie left his
widow peuuless: che had only money
enough to pay her passage to America.
whittier she resolved to come, 10 hope, by
"A last appeal to eoiten her fathers heart
II was winter voyage, aud Margaret
caught vioIeLt cold, which threstened
nn inflammation on the lungs. She
could oply crawl feebly to the DosreS'
lodging on the night she lsDded--a
miserable attic,
The nex. day Margaret wrote a note
to her father, trusting to her boy TO
deliver it, as sbe was too i'll to go Out
herself Knowing that Mr. Ascot would
be cut during the day, sbe had deferred
sending the lsd until tosard nisbtfall /;
but hardly had be left before she began
TO think Of the perlls he ran alone in
that great city Perhaps, she said to
herscif, be has fallen down some open
area perhaps he ssuk cold and inseos-
BILE 10 some bank Of snow. When eigh,
O'Clock struck FROM uoightoriug stceple.
and still her hoy did not return, sho
became almost Wild with fright. leu
O'Clock came. but still no sou. She
listened Intensely for tho souud Of his
feet. but she heard nothing but the roar
OF the storm. at last her anxiety and
fear rose to frenzy; she was sure her
hoy was dead. Eleven o'clock struck
Her candle had burned down into the
socket aud was almost On the point Of
expiring. Suddenly the sound Of car.
riage wheels, mufl9d by the snow, was
heard the carnage stopped. Surely
that was the opening oil the street door
there were steps ascending the stairs
Yes. she could not be mistaken, they
were the steps Of her boy The door oi
her room few opeu aud her son rushed
iuto the room.
"Mo.her. neither !" he cried, AiDging
his atws eagerly around her, Il came si
.oou as could. AUD oh, mother
have brought grandfather with me
Se,.n
She looked past ber son, scarcely
believing her own eyes. There. just
behind her boy, stood her father. She
rose up 10 bed /; tho held out her arms.
II thcr g she sobbed.
"Aisrgaret, my child!" Aud ther
they were locked iu each otber's srmi
and both were in tears.
u can die in peace now" she mur
INJURED. after while, as she cluug to hel
father'- breast, "siHce you have forgiven
me. You will promioe to take care o.
1hornion ?"
Die !" cried the father, rising boil
upright aud fairly Fitting ber from th,
bed, all the strength Of bis youth coming
back 10 that supreme moment. "Yot
-bsll not die You are going home with
US; we have brought blankets, food
every thipg. Tho ris!. is not so great a
remsining another hight here; rbysiciau
the best shall Le cs!led in. Nc, yot
shall not die You have not come homt
to die"
Nor did che die. Our simple tale ha
already been too long ia the telling, O
we might narrate bow the sense Of res
and peace that grew up iu her now, th,
Sk'lltul caro- OF the best phyaiciaps, Gu'
the knowledge that her boys future wa
assured, all combined 10 work 3 eur
that, otherwise, might have been re
gsrded as almost miraculous
Today there 10 no moro beautiful
womas Of her years iu that great cit,
thao Margaret. She lives ouly for he
father aud her boy u; they cOme. at least
before everything else. But she doe
not exclude herself entirely from pocisty
10 tho select and cultivated circle 0
which she is the ceuter and chief orus
nent. she gives freely oil her varied &C
compliShmeutS aud Of her exquisit
charm OF manner. But the memory 0
her dead husband is still green iu be
heart, aud ever will be aud though me-
OF high station aud even world.wid
celebrity would WOO her, if sho would
to be the light of their home, they know
one and all, that her drot aud last lov
lies buried in that lonely grave on tn
blue shores Of the Riviera. TO which
every year or two, she makes a pilgrim
age.