The daily gazette., 1876-05-17

was ne inconsiderable sum. A dollar
would buy the new shoes that Rosie
needed 80 sadly or flannel for the
baby's winter sacks or half hun
dred other necessaries which Lefty
could think of.
Yes said she, 'I'll do it. My pre-
serves will soon be finished, Lay the
bundle on the table, please. So the
new family have arrived at the Hall
at last?'
Mrs. Ellison nodded assent. She
had lived as hsusekeeper with the
years, and was sorry enough when the
old place went into new hands. But
situation was situation, so she had
stayed on.
Yes said she. MIR, and Mrs How
ard Lindsey
Lefty gave such a start that the
preserve kettle nearly toppled over
into the fire.
'Lindsley!' cried she, with little
bysterical laugh. What funny
name!
Handsome, stylish people, with
more money, to all appearances, than
they know what to do WITH went on
| Mrs. Ellison. Il Just wish you could
see her dresses and jewels Stephanie,
the French maid, showed me when
she was unpacking 'em, and it's as
good as aplayr
Lettie said nothing, but stirred busi-
ly away at her preserves, while the old
housekeeper maundered on about the
wealth and grandeur of the new pes
SCISSORS of Hadfield Hall. And all this
might have been hers!
When shall l send for the ]aces?
Mrs. Ellison finally asked, when she
rose to depart
'Pll take them home myself about
dusk, said Lefty, inwardly resolving
to get herself glimpse into the para
disc which had so nearly been he
own.
And so, at twilight, with the dainti
ly ironed and f1uted laces in her baske
she walked to Hadeeld Hall.
How stately it looked with its broat
colenaded facade, all glittering will
i lights; its grand conservatory at th,
q back, where palm leaves and banana
5 brushed the glass top, and the terracet
4 grounds! Oh, If she had only sait
s yes to Howard Lindsey eleven yeal
;, lago
Within, everything was in keeping
Administer carpets, like banks of moss
lowered the floor; marble statue
;, stood in velvet lined inches; light
Il glowed softly, and tables, loaded wit
= ornament, stood around.
Hush! said Lefty, as Mrs. Ellison
with some pride, pointed out the var
Il ious beauties of the place. what
that noise like woman crying?-i
n tle neXtroem, l thinl : Mr., Ellison
d lace clouded over,
d IT'S Mrs. Lindsey, poor DEAR Sal
she. The masters brute. He's bee
> drinking too much-M'ile Stephani
$ says he always drinks too much-an
he struck herI Struck her and calle
t. her whimpering fool, before all of u
C servants. | never saw man strike
IS woman before, and l declare it mad
me sick all over. But Stephanie say
d it's common thing enough. Oh, m
q dear, she's wretched in spite of all he
It money
d Has she no children Lettle softl
IL asked.
She had two, but she lost 'em both
n M'he Stephanie saysshe often cries an
wishes she was dead, teo. And don
e wonder much, with such husband g
It she's got. Hush! there he come
now.
a And shrinking behind carve
d group of italian marble statuary, tn
e two women watched Howard Lindsle
y etalk gloomily by, with red ,infame
d eyes, sullen down-looking face, an
d shuffling, unsteady fOststep.
d Silently, Lettie Wyngard wen
# home, thanking God in her heart tbs
# she was a poor mans wife.
d Have you heard of the accident
II asked old Peter Styles, who was stanc
= ing out at the gate as she hurried b
= in the deepening dusk.
n No, what accident? What has hap
II pencils"
"That there house as your husban
It was workin' in has tumbled in! All
l. heap o'ruins! Something wrong abou
). the foundation, they say, and
, 'Oh! my Godr wildly interrupte
n Lettie, clasping her hands. "Was h
d hurte My husband?'
t Well hesitated old styles, 'ther
+ were two men killed, and one had hi
t arm broke. But
Lefty waited to hear no more. Swil
o as an arrow ont of a bow she spe
e homeward, a horrible dred wingin
y he- footsteps with almost incredibl
speed. Oh, if John should be killed
c John, her faithful, loyal husband
b whom she had rocked so lightly Of
y whom that very day she had allowe,
d to leave her without the good-by
y kiss. II her children should be father
less-if-
e John! Johnp she walled, as sh
= pushed open the door and went breath
g lessly into the kitchen.
well, little woman, what is it:"
l. And-oh! thanks to an All Mercifu
s Heaven-John Wyngard turned hi
c bright, loving face toward her from
l. the hearth-side, where he was sittin
= with Guild on either knee.
Il know what is in your dumb, ,ques
p tioning eyes, Lefty. l am not hur
r thank God: had gone to the hard
4 | ware store for another barrel of nails