Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1877-07-30

swallowing without resistance" said
Dorothea.
"Since the world began might has
conquered right, and, however woman
may rant and rave, 1 don't look for
speedy change. The best, in fact the
only thing for you to do, in my opinion.
is to leave what money you have in the
bank, sell off your goods, give up your
store, and take position under Jones
g. Co., or some other man milliner. on a
salary. You might command good
wages, should judge, from your ex-
perience."
After delivering her opinion. Mrs.
Wolf smoothed the folds of her Grape
robe, and settled back in her easy
chair.
Dorothea's face REDEEMED and paled
by turns. She looks searchingly into
the calm face of the widow and asked,
''Is that your advice to me, Mrs.
Wolff"
"It is. and you will do we'll to follow
it, child"
"Don't call me child l arrived at
years of discretion long ago. AS to
your advice, l would not follow it to
save me from the poorhouse; for, how
ever may fall short of the end to
which 1 hope to attain, 1 know 1 shall,
with Gods help, do good to some poor
struggling woman"
Disappointed, but not disheartened,
Dorothea made second call on a
wealthy lady, and with the same result.
"One more rebuff, and I'll try the op-
posite sex !" said she to herself as she
made her third call. Mrs. Amy was at
home, and Dorothea was shown into the
plain parlor. AS the tall, guant figure
rose to receive her, and Dorothea looked
up into the hard gray eyes, she felt the
utter hopelessness of the appeal; yet il
was made, and those cold eyes rested
calmly on Dorothea's face as though
she was speaking the truth, when she
said, al am sorry l have no money al
my disposal. If your scheme is really
a good one, there are plenty who will
furnish the capital"
For a minute Dorothea looked hel
steadily in the face, then said: "Wha
if this night God should require you
soul of you? Would not those VIII
came after you find money lying useles
in your we'll secured safe? Glitterinl
gold. Yet it will shed no l,sha & mo.ld J.
Remember this, Jane Amy; remembe
my words"
The rich woman stood staring in sur
prise at Dorothea, who passed out of tn
door ere she could collect herself to re
ply.
81 ought to have turned her out o
the house; and / will, too, if she eve
presumes to call again." said the indig
napt lady; but she failed to keep he
word.
One short week and she lay in he
coffin. 1t was the mistress of the man
sion who had been turned out, not by
an earthly potentate, but by the will o
One from whose divine commands Their
is no escape; and Dorothea Drake agail
crossed the threshold, to attend tn
funeral.
With the small group gathered ther,
sat Harry Hart, himself the only mourn
er, a nephew of the deceased. Though
he had not counted on it. it came t,
him-the half million his aunt had s.
zealOusly boarded. The jolly captain
of the "Plover" was henceforth to bea
the burden of fortune.
In childish days Harry Hart anC
Dorothea Drake had been schoolmates
but they had not met for years unit
now, and the coffin of Jane Amy wa.
between them. Though their eyes offer
met during the solemn ceremony, NJ
sign of recognition passed between then
and when "dust had been consigned Il
dust" and Dorothea walked SLOWLY
back to her shop, Harry returned to th,
dismal mansion thinking over the past
He had parted in anger from his aun
years ago, without her knowledge, ship
ping as second mate on board a vesse
bound for the East Time had brough
changes to them both. His aunt's prop
erty had increased rapidly in value, bu
Harry had grown neither frugal no
rich, though he returned to his nativ
city the captain OF as line craft as eve
foated in the harbor. His great desir
was to make reparation for the hast
words that had parted them, ''and the
put to sea with clear conscience" b
said but alas when he arrived at tn
well-remembered mansion the Grape
scarf at the bell-knob told him he wa
too late to crave her forgiveness. Th
fortune she had left him he felt he di
not deserve. 1t seemed to have brough
leaden weight to his heart, crushin
out all happy thoughts and aspiration.
81 would rather founder at sea tha
live in this dungeon" said he to the oil,
housekeeper. '1f you don't like to sta