The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1877-06-23

"You seem TO consider yourself o sort of
slave to Mrs. Ball" smiled Pleasanton.
"But have seen that ogress, my dear, and
she consents to your going go sleep sound
ly tonight. In the morning will provide
you with some decent clothing, and take
you to see Mrs. Amberley. There you need
not be unhappy, you will try to be good
girl, Rae"
Be was idly twirling hot house rose as
he spoke but his attention was suddenly
transfixed by the look of the girls face.
"Why, my poor child, are you 80 glad to
90 ?" he stammered, for want of something
better TO say.
"Oh, sir, II you only knewl" ~ -t
swell. well 1t has been a hard world
for you, hasn't it, Rae But you'll have the
little child 10 love now, and Mrs. Amberley
will be good friend to you. Do the best
you can aud when you get to be woman
"a good, respectable, kind woman hope
Rae-you will remember to lend helping
hand to some poor child who may be as I'M
fortunate as you once WERE"
That was all. His charity was ended
when he took Rae, the next morning, to an
| establishment of ready made clothing for
women, and directed the saleswoman to
furnish the little girl with two entire decent
suits, paid the bill, and conducted her to
MIS-. AmDerley mousse.
He stopped long enough to see her take
the sleeping child from its mothers arms,
with happy, softened look upon her face;
| then he was off away-away in three days,
to England.
Seven years.
Blanton Pleasanton stood seeking en-
| trance to an elegant suit of rooms in pa
| Iaf;a hot al ali ,tran
| a visitor, but as q teacher to the beautiful
child who resided there. He had knocked
| twice.
| $50 this is the other side Of life" he NUT
tered, "but must learn patience l am
poor now. Blsnton Pleasenton, the poor
teacher Of German, is different person
| from Blanton PleasantOn, the rich eligible
young gentleman. The ladies keep me
waiting now as they do their coachman.
until they are ready for them. Well, l
must learn my lesson but 1t Is hard to
teach old dogs new tricks"
| He had seen many sad hours to the last
| year of reversed fortune, but to-day, wait
ing at Margaret Clyds's door, he was unu-
sually bitter.
Unlike many others, che was 80 cordial
and sweet lady that, when in her pres
ence, he forgot his poverty and sorrows,
and grew gay and genial, as he had been of
yore.
1t was well for his peace Of mind that he
did not realize how his weary heart turned
in refuge to this woman, for she was young
and beautiful-well for HIM that he did not
dream of bis dependence upon her.
| She lived in the costliest ease she had
evidently the purse of princess. She was
witty, highly accomplished, with q spice of
originality, and talents which made her q
| specially charming companion for men.
1t was only six months that he had
known her. He had begun to teach Ger
man of evenings, to see out his expenses,
and he had requested to give MISS Clyde
and her little niece lessons. They were to
spend the next year in Germany.
| From that day his troubles had seemed
| lighter to bear.
| The abscondiDg of villainous friend,
| for whom he had been bondsman, had been
his first misfortune then came the failure
of bank; afterward mistaken invest
ment. He had small sum of money still
| left-a thousand or so but it was so invo'-
we'd with the precarious affairs of others as
| to be of little use to him.
To teach languages and to copy law pa
pers had been his only means OF support for
| the last four months. '---'---. b
Many butterfly friends flew away from
him. Only few true men clasped his
| hand with word of cheer, and In the last
year had come streaks of gray at his tenn
pies.
But he was still Blanton Pleasanton, a
very noble looking fellow, and thorough
gentleman, you would have said, had you
| seen him waiting that evening at Margaret
| Ciyde's door.
There was rustic of silk, and the door
opened. A rosy face looked out, low
down.
"Oh, Mr.. Pleassnton, | am afraid have
kept you waiting Auntie told me to be
ready, but went to sleep on the sofa She
has gone out, but she said she would be
back by the time had finished reciting."
"You may be excused this time, Miss
Rose" he answered playfully.
She was graceful child, eight years old,
exquisitely dressed in pink silk and white
ermine, and though arrayed as little lady
of fashion, she sat down at his knee with
winning docility, and recited her task with
the greatest painstaking.
"You never forget" said her teacher,
with pleasant smile.
"Auntie never allows me to forget" Rose
replied.
At that moment the door opened and
Margaret Clyde entered.
The rooms were full of crimson light
There were black bear skin rags before the
Tenders.
AS Margaret Clyde advanced up the spa
cious apartment, her robes of velvet cling
ing softly around her, her dark beauty
seemed in an artistic setting.
'Rose, you have rected well you have
not annoyed MIR. Pleasanton1"
Her voice was soft, rich contralto. y
Rose lifted her sweet. appealing eyes to
bis face.
"Very WE'LL" he answered for her.
Miss Clyde threw off her wraps, and sat
down. There were rubies among the snowy
lace at her throat and on her beautiful
bosom. She seemed too perfect a creature
to be sad, yet there was look in her eyes
as of something subdued almost to pain.
| She, too, recited with entire correctness.
"You two are wonderful pupils" he
said, closing the book. N
81 would not add to your burdens, MI
2 c lsanton," she said, with great cheerful-
ness. " "a III
He rose with smile. l !,
Few are so considelae," he responded,
with his old bright glance. .-
''Hsve you not been copying late at night
of late, Mr.. Pleasantonr"
81 confess" ,..a.. .,
81 was afraid So"
"What betIays me, MISS Clyde ?" ." D."
"Your eyes. They are bloodshot.nI hna
"The doctor warns me that aminjuring
my eyes. must be more careful, /" he said,
passing his hand in troubled way across
his forehead, "for indeed they are very
painful at times"
You must not copy at'nisht.'
81 will not. l will rise an hour or two
earlier in the morning. Good night" ~