Weekly Trinity journal., 1876-11-18


Come to me, my child
Clare pressed her white hands to her
bosom, made an effort and passed into the
bedroom. But the mothers first words
beat downall her noble.souled heroic self
repression.
"Clare, dear, you had better success
to day -
The girl dropped ON chair and bury
ing her lace ON the coveret burst into n
flood of tears.
No, mother" she sobbed, hysterical-
ly. It's the same o,d, old story ; | can
get nothing. What shall We do ? | feel
heart broken"
"Clare, Clare, my child" calculated
the mother, tondy embracing her, " do
not give way &! What, indeed, will be-
come OF us then ? My brave, brave girl,
do not weep thus"
after it,"
She apparently was right, for at the
end of n few moments she looked up calm
ly her tear, had ceased
"There," she said 81 am better now;
it is good to give way at times, you know.
At least, one cant help it, and our lot is
50 hard but we shall get used to it."
"Hard 1t breaks my heart when
contemplate it and think of you, Clare.
What different future did and your
father intend you, love! But who could
imagine such villain rs John Burge
ever lived ! All, me-ah, me to look
arodnd nt this place and remember the
pleasant home which once was ours /!
Now We are alone, with nota single friend
in the world"
Not one ! Oh, yes, mother, believe
me, one ~ cried the girl, quickly. " He
-Giibert-will be true trust me, he
will"
Why, then. has he not written ?'
i do not know cannot tell" said
the daughter piteously; "but, oh, pray,
pray, mother, do not take that hope from
me Let me believe in Gilbert. 1t is
my only, only support in this bitter, bitter
misery !"
The widow, touched with pleading
lo'k, wa, about to reply, when, inter
rupting herself, She said, "Carc, | hear
some one in the parlor; see who it is,
dear"
The girl obeycd, and startled at the
wicrd scene she behed.
Seated before the grate, on Il three leg
ged stool, was the cobber, yet in lcatheru
apron and cap. On his knees was bellows
which ha was working with consummatc
skill, evidently n master of the art, send
ing the Goals into bright bazes that threw
flashes of lurid color over the quaint figure
and the room.
Upon hearing Glare he turned, almost
with suar.
"IIow do you expect to boil II sauce
pan with such fire rs this ?" he growled.
"Never was halter as mad rs you, IN
certain. Now look at that amt it II
picture !"
Glare did look and saw that not only
were the Goals increased, but that they
were not from their own store.
1T is quite cheorng," she managed to
say, " but-but fear you are robbng
yourself"
" Robbing myself2 Me? Not bit
Pm miser. Didn't you hear the boys
cali me SO Jerry, the miser ?" he snap-
ped. :" d rob anybody sooner than M
self. am II miser and I'm proud OF il.
Some men are called painter and poet
Well, I'm called cobber aud wiser."
" Really I" said Clare, II little amused
and ii little frightened, looking at the
glowing Goals, 81 should have scarcely
thought So"
" That shows your ignorance, b" respond
cd Jorry. "Can't you see, by calcua-
ton, it's cheaper to keep one good fire
than two small ones So Pm going to
sit by yours. Also, clubbing two persons
tea together is cheaper than taking Il
alone. 1t makes only one for the pot
necessary. You perceive, now, Pm n
miser. | want to have my ten here"
Glare loo kcd at the table upon it was
a new loaf, fresh butter, egg, and II neat
package Of tea.
"Oh, Mr.. Crayshaw-" she began.
" Are you going to refuse ?' he snap
ped. " Mnyn't have tea ?'
"How could | refuse" she began,
when he interrupted by
"Then don't lose time. See to the
kettle. Iii boil the eggs"
Similar behavior from some people
might have given ohcnse, but there was
such Il quaint old way about Jerry that
robbed It OF that power. lie was 80 old,
and mapped and snarIed ~ if really his
suggestion was the result Of deep-seated
mennness ins tead Of the contrary. Mrs.
Weston did make some dcmur, but Jerry
shu. her up at once.
see. Shes frightened at your TAX
ing ten with such II fascinating young iei-
low a. am" ne said. Leave the door
ajar, then the old lady can take squiut
at Us now and them and join the talk. |
am Wild young sprg, | confess"
Glare could not refrain from bursting
into a merry peal Of laughter. Jerry's
gray eyes twinkled with delight under his
shaggy brows as he looked up at her.
Well, the two BUSTED about, the cob
bier certainly the briske.t, until lnaI y
they were seated at very comfortable
tea. During the meal, Mrs. Weston
deemed it right to inform their new friend
OF something Of their history.
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