Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1877-07-11

not object to his being conscious that
she had prospcred. So that afternoon,
with what are called mixed motives, l
believe, she stepped into her little
brouehman, dressed in the richest OF
black silks to express long bank ac-
count, and carrying basket OF peach
cs and white grapes to express the
Christian charity part.
She stopped at careworn-looklng
house, where a neat, faded old woman
opened the door, and, upon Mr.. STREET
ton being inquired for, directed her to
the second floor, front. She was
lame. or she would go up herself, and
her sister was out who usually answer
ed the BELL" So Miss Grierson mount
ed the stairs alone, and tapped at the
'second floor 'front.'" In moment
little Boggs appeared, with very red
eyes, and rather sternly ushered her
in, without word Of greeting.
Edith began, graciously, "How do
you do, Mr.. Boggs? l came" but
stopped short, pctrifed. Was that
her "Scene from Macbeth" hanging
over the mantlepiece =? AS surely as
it was the 21st of May, and that she
was alive and breathing. And what
were those smaller ones on either side :?
Two studies from Shakespeare, with
"E. g." in the corner. She slowly
surveyed the walls. They were COW
cred with her earlier plctures-those
that she had carried to Smells with
her own hands.
"Well, you've found it out at last
said little Boggs, watching her, with
| lOlueu arllls.
"What does it mean = she gasped.
"Mean !" cried little Boggs, reck-
lessly. "Well, he can't live more
than two hours: and you might as well
know all. 1t means that he has sacrl
feed his whole life.
And there, in that little "second
floor, 'front.' that warm May afternoon
Edith Grierson heard the whole story
how Stretton had bought her pic
lures and praised them to other peo
pie how he had neglected opportun
tiles, that she might profit by them
how he had helped her in secret ano
served her like slave wasted his
life, his time, his talents, to atone fol
a few hasty wolds that he had spoke'
and she had overheard
Miss Grierson Just sat down on th'
hardest chair in the room, aud began
to cry, with her face hidden in he
hands. but | thought he had
spite against me ?" she said at length
Spite !" snorted little Boggs, will
unreasonable fcrceness, considering
that he had given her the impression
himself. 'He never had spit
against any one in his life. He mad
) ne come and tell you that, becaus'
he thought you wouldn't feel s.
, mortified then at what you ha'
: heard
, Miss Grierson lifted her head, ant
; looked at the '.Scene from Macbeth.
| "Well, it as 'abominably bad" sh
said, and smiled through her tears.
Little Boggs was not touched b
this concession one whit he sti
continued to regard her tiercely, an
, would no doubt have said somethln!
piercing sharp, but she turned implol
5 inglJ:
! 'ls he really dying? 2"
"Well, no." returned little Boggs
e "but he is in great danger
= ''Boygs!" called a faint voice trot
, the next room.
; Miss Grierson started up. ''Here
i some iruit-perhaps he may like, sh
S said, thrusting the little basket IN h
h hand. "l'l come tomorrow. LIZ
: me know i'll can-do any thing.
e So the fruit brought in half trump
1 was given in wnole kindness.
/, "God bless you!" said little Bogg'
e relenting at her tear-stained tac
:. Then she hurried from the room, al
e he went on tiptoe to Stretlons bee
e side.
= "Well, old fellow, how do you te'
It now ?"
c "Eh 2" said Stretton, languldly.
J. "How do you feel ?-never mind
d You needn't speak, old boy. Who d
v you think has been here? Mi'
v Grierson !-'E. g. YOU know, old ft
" low and she has brought you the'
e srapes-aren't they jolly, old fellow
d and she's coming tomorrow. Don
:. you think you'll be able to see he
h old boy7'
N AT L,oo, Sholl y cold StraffO