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

more money. 1o huoW5 IL uaS oc0A
a bad year; he has plenty of means,
q regular salary, aud by helping us
just . little that way every month,
eau tide US over. All 1t needs Is that
he should know it." II
Mary still said no word. Mrs. La
garde stepped to her side, and laid
her hand on her shoulder. Then the
girl drew in her head, aud her moth
er saw that tears were running over
her face. Such q thing had not hap
pened for many year. Mary was
one Of those persons. who cry inward.
ly. Before she could say word, and
as if the girl was stung with disgrace
at being caught in tears, Mary sprany
up with flashing eyes.
81 say you shall not! We had bet
ter starve than beg, and better die
than beg Of Stephen Churchill. You
are selfish, .cruelP' s ga.s1Tgs |
!, But Mrs. Lagarde, had been too
much moved by the unheard-of sight
Of Mary in tears the hard words
quite broke her down. e''Oh, Mary,
Mary" she cried, hidipg her face, ''it |
is for your sake. You are the only |
one have in the world, and now you
say such words rs those r.
The girl. who had been struggling
with her pride, aud had spoken 80
harshly as much from an impulse to
save herself from emotion as any
thing else, now gavo up likewise. She
made motion to throw herself into
her mothers arms, but at that mo-
meut low knock calne at the door.
She stopped, grew rigid, and turning,
fitted out by door which led to the
upper part of the house. Stephen
Churchill, their bOarder, followed the
knock closely; but when no closed
the door and turned to speak, she
was gone.
| "Mary ran up stairs to change her
dress," said the widow, in snswer to
Stephens inquiriug frewn, as she
turned away 10 the fireplace to hide
the trouble on her face. 81 am late
with supper, Fin afraid. l hope the
young gentlemen are not getting i'm
patient" 'r
"Oh no." said Stephen, abstracted-
ly, walking across the kitchen. "Do
you mind ii sit here till supper is
ready 1t is so pleasant here"
"Perhaps it is to those that doesn't
have to stay in it," said the widow.
"Dear. dear, if poor Lagsrde had
only lived long enough to introduce
that patent, should have 3 better
place to offer you, Mr.. Churchill but
: then I've told you all about that of
ten. I guess Mary'll be down soon.''
Stephen was glad to seat himself
} where he had 50 often seen Mary's
profile against tho wlndow-the pro.
} file of thick dark brows aud lashes,
: Of tender lines that melted about
mouth aud chin, and of delicate
straight nose. When she was lost il
r thought, and had forgot the presence
4 of every one especially of him
: Stepheu-the browIi-gray eyes yearn
4 ed with . perplexed stare that ex
E planned we'll enough what the neigh
( bors called her foolish look. Singu
9 larly enough, it endeared her to hin
e more than ever, for he fancled i
: meant the inquiring spirit which h
Q was used to look for and rewar'
n among his pupils at the school. -.a-
Iu spite OF his preoccupation
!. Stephen had not failed to note tn
}. signs of domestic scene in the kitch
d en-. He had got more than one inklin
d of the general state of affairs, but
y for many reasons, had doue nothing
y 1t was dangerous ground to tread ur
u on, this assisting OF girl as pron
n as Mary was. Thus, although he ha
o not lot Mrs. Lagarde see that he kne,
of her troubles or proposed to hel
y her, hc had made q shrewd guess 9
the cause of her sadness and Mary
ID abrupt departure moment before
l. when he ventured into the kitchel
* Instead of talking somewhat volubl!
u as was her custom, Mrs. Lagarde col
tinued her work in silence, an
Stephen as silently gazed out into tn
q garden and over at the apple bio
SONS thick in the orchard of houi
,g beyond. The last of the sunset struC
Z" through upon them past the side
rt the house, and tinged them Of the de
licate, deep-lying pink he had notice
I'd in certain sea-shells yes, and
I'd Mary's cheek once or twice not G
3 the round Of her cheek, but curlou
IN ly creeping up the pale olive-shade
space between cheek and ear. 81
ne was so unlike other girls he had SET
e. that he thought she could not eve
ce color like other girls.
Presently the widow sighed ov
her work, with the long sigh Of
or person who has forgotten the presen
to OF a stranger. Stephen heard it.
ut "After ALL" he said to himself,
af- few sighs more or less will not ma
he ter. It will teach her the value
money, as my father used to "a
zee when be kept me on such short ,
IFS lowance; and next year-next ye
all will be well. shall have settl
er her little debt. perhaps-perhaps
Nv Ah. well, she is only a child" Al
'et here Stephen sighed also.
'st He had drifted off into the o
an groove again, and saw, with the sar
ice lovers eyes, the old flush that W
Mary's fading from the apple-tre'
r." when a solid form interposed reali
'ys between him and the nearest 9
SO proach to poetry he had yet be
Ter guilty of. The person was heavi
ch. built man of forty, with square ja'
i'll and double chin and a thick be
&C. nose. He WAS comfortably. perha
lily richly, dressed in broadcloth, carri
9TH q gold-headed cane, and wore a t
me white hat. He stood with his ft
IT'S well apart, surveying the little i
main with the air of all owner
rm many acres, aud this particular az
among them.
"Well, Sir ?' said Stephen, seei
her that his face was strange one, a
ave already beginning to act as If he b
In a right to the position of master
tx the household.
put The man faced about, and look
res quizz ically at him. Gail right. tina
ee, you. Aud how is yoalr hea!th?' 81
ere the new conner.
tn This sort of an answer did !
wo please the young tutor at all, aud
see lace probably showed it, for the II
ust hastGned to assure him he meant
ou- offense.
me IL come around here to find
had widow Lagarde, aud was just adm
oks ing that there little garden.
'ut. keeps il very neat here, now do
is she Z"
ble BY this time Mrs. Lagarde
be- wiped her hands and gone to I
G. kitchen door. "Why, l declare, il
e." isn't you, Mr.. Tuttle! Who wo
uld have thought it? Do come in.
rse Tut.le, this is Mr.. Churchill, prof
'ose sor up to the Scientific"
"Glad to see you, sir" said
'ge, Tuttle, shaking Stephens fling
but vigorously with cold soft liza
far while Mrs. Lsgarde bustled alb
uld nervously to find seat.
"Not professor, Mrs. Lagard
aid protested Stephen only tutor"