St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1877-01-05

daughter, madam"
ga What?" screamed my aunt-by-
marriage; then, recOllecting herself,
she continued, ga poor cures daughter,
yas, in Berkshire-qu'eSt ce que c'est
Berkshire ?"
at is in the south of England, mad
am. We we've poor, l say, and had
been used to straits even before my
fathers death. But my husband has
been accustomed to luxury and COM
forts, and now that poverty has come
upon him"
Here my aunt-by-marriage broke in
with unaccOuntable emotion land with
out attending to what had been said
about me in the least with, "Were you
considered like your father ?"
eyes madam, very like"
"And his name ?n
woodward, madam he was the Gu
rate Of Salthill, near EtOn."
My poor Clara was never so near a
fit in all her life as when my uncle's
wife suddenly burst into tears and
throwing herself at her feet, exclaimed
''You are Miss Clara, and l am Susan
Susan MOntem to whom he was so
kind and noble. l am no more Mont
|
much. l am a workhOuse orphan, and
-and-your aunt by marriage. Oh,
what can do to help you, what can
do?n
Just at this moment the front-door
bell rang again, and this excellent lady
(for lady she was at heart,) had scarce
ly time to get on her feet when the SER
want entered to say that three gentle
men from London had called, and,
since Mr.. Nokes was not in the way,
would be glad to pay their respects to
Mrs. NOkes.
'In five minutes" said Susan firmly,
and dismissed him. Then in a few
words she explained how matters stood,
and what an ordeal awaited her; she
had no hope in her present nervous
condition, of going through with it sue
cessfully, but she was resolved (such
was her courage,) to do her best. 81
can neither play, nor sing, nor sketch
in oils" said she, pointing despairingly
to piano and portfolio that stood in
the room.
"But can," cried my wife, with a
sudden fash of intelligence "these
people have never seen either of us
let me take your place, and they will
go away none the wiser"
The next moment the three Cock
neys were announced, and Clara gave
them gracious welcome, at the same
time introducing Susan as a French
friend of hers. 1t was the boldest
stroke that ever was played-even by
a woman for her husband and child
but it succeeded. Susan spoke French,
which they did not understand. Clara
spoke broken English interspersed with
snatches of French, which they under
stood little, because she was not
2 much of a French scholaT,) and there
fore they appreciated it all the more
r Apologizing for her husbands absence
= she volunteered to do her best to en-
e tertain them with little music. He
| hands were white enough even for i
j MontmOrenci, and Susan kept on he
y gloves; (she always did so, because i
= was custom of the MOntmOrencis-
o something hereditary" my uncle use'
!, to explain, ''like the Banshee.D NJ,
3, wife exhibited the contents of TIN
$ portfolio, and she even drew a littl
sketch.
e The whole trio were in raptures
r Sponge afterward observed to my un
e Gle that there was ''nOthing like blood,
y and that he would have known his lad.
n ''to have been Montmorenci thOug
d he had met her on thestOp of an Omni
: bus"
v Even Rasper, London-bor as he wa
# had no suspicion about the genuinenes
e of the MontmOrenci, and presently re
If tired to his birthplace with his friends
If thoroughly satisfied and befOOled.
Y,nola hnI oh N
Y himself up in his study, as it was called
G with bottle of champagne, too terri
fed to put in an appearance. AS 500
)" as the carriage wheels of his visitor
had rolled away, he rushed into tn
e drawing room.
sit is all over, suppose ?" said h
III with an air of desperation ''of cOurs
u they found you out my poor Susan
d Then, all of sudden, he saw my wifi
p and stammered, 81 mean Bella"
% "Nothing has been found out" sal
sc Susan, ''thanks to this dear lady, VIII
le knows all.n Then she described no
t. Clara had personated her, and what
\ complete success it had been. My Ill
Of Gle almost went down on his knees
l thank my wife. 81 don't know wi
st you are," said he, "but shall never L
ut happy till l have shown my gratituC
lg to you"
e. riage, gravely, ''this lady is the daugl
Il. ter of my benefactOr Mr.. Woodward,
n, whom l owed everything on earth ii
1 met you"
lie ''Then l am most uncommOnly 81;
ly to see you under this roof" said n
at uncle with enthusiasm, perhaps lit
assisted by the champagne. 'Sl
ze doesn't look very prosperous, Susan
at he added in whisper, ''but if there
anything that money can do, it shall
1g DONE"
n ''She is poor, sir, and much in net
40 of friends" said Susan.
ed "Then you have found them heI
ed ma'am," said my uncle, (who, it mu
to be understood, had finished the who
at bottle.) "You are a fixture at t
Tamarisks for life, if it so pleases you
n, "YOu are most kind, sir" said Clal
Oh softly "but l have husband and o
- little child"
r. "Never mind, ma'am. he'll gro
If, There's plenty of room for him to do
n at Tamarisks. Where are they? Wha
in the garden. Call them in."
ry "Then Clara went to the window a
ng called out for me and Chickabiddy a
IN. this was the most terrible moment of
ALL
lc- When my uncle saw me he erie
by ''You young scoundrel, how dare y
If, show your face in this house ?n
mt "Because you have just sent for hin
We interposed my wife. ''Charles is 4
husband, and this is our Chickabidt
he, You have promised to make your hou
1r. our home, and | know YOU are a m