St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1877-02-23

one of the clusters he carefully brushed
them back from the edge of the marble
that they might not fall upon the car
pet. He was pale, but never hand
somer nor his tone stead;er, as he dis
cussed with her owner the merits of has
auife.
Therese was in her usual attitude,
her hands folded and her eyes dOwncast,
but once or twice | saw her lift them
luminous with her love and flash their
brilliancy on Leon as Mr.. Scranton
turned from her to him. How the man
bore it l can not tell, but not even an
eyelash quivered, and his voice did not
lose half tone.
''She has been well since she has been
with you, Mrs. Hamilton ?" said the
master.
"Invariably."
''DO you think her health would be
as good separated from the children p"
st. Leon asked.
''She would die" l answered. "She
lives only for them"
felt beam of gratitude from the
beautiful eyes of Therese resting npon
me. The talk went on like this for a
while and she was dismissed.
lOllONtu 1tI Oub anu CIllcu IltI W
my room it was well 1 did so. She
| lay fainting on my couch for an hour,
and then 1 heard Mr.. Scranton bowed
out at the hall door and l FASTENED to
| the dining room. With his departure
went all of Icons GOODNESS. Flashing
eyes, and glowing face, and eager voice
were asking for his wife as entered to
conduct him to her. The door of my
| ctnn1 onH 7 in6icataH hat
he was to enter then / went into the
dressing room, where the two children
were lying asleep. | reused Philippe
and told him to take his sister to their
mother, opened the door for them,
closed it hastily, and made my escape
with the tears which would come hys-
terically after the long repression.
How the gentlemen talked in the
dining room, and how the ladies talked
in the drawing room, and how the re-
united family talked up stairs / can not
tell. l know no more about the one
than the other. l only remembered
that all seemed sure, and that the OBJ
stacle of Mrs. ScrantOn's will was so
puny before her large inducements to
yield it that it did not once disturb our
hopes.
And so it proved. | would not dare
to tell the sum that Leon paid for those
whom God had given to him so long
before, nor could | tell you of the pretty
wardrobe that was privately made up
for Therese and her children, and how
elegant she looked when we tried her
in her new attire, nor of the good
wishes aud the blessings showered upon
them as they went away as happy peo-
pie as ever the sun shone upon, despite
the incongruOus relation which they
had to preserve before those who knew
| Therese only as a slave and Leon as
her master. We heard from them when
they had reached Baltimore. Leon
wrote that he had not yet decided
where to make home. OF course he
had not much money left after the large
transaction have described. But he
had no fears for the future. To Him
who had been so faithful to him in the
past he trusted for time to come.
Years went by, adding another and
yet another to the little graves where
we had buried our first-bOrn. A fourth
child sickened in its second summer,
and our physician told us plainly that
Il change of climate might save him
nothing else could. We came to a
Northern city, where we had relatives,
and where a skillful physician awaited
our sick baby.
For week or two we thought OF
little but our charge; but at length the
child revived, and we became interest
in the world around us. The first OF
May was at hand, and with it those
changes that make it the dread OF
Northern housekeepers.
"The brown stone house next to us
has been bought by some one who is
going to fix it up a great deal, ," said my
young cousin one morning.
"Who has bought it, Charlie ?" said
his sister.
81 don't know. Foreigners, believe
Workmen are there making alterations
in the drawing room. The doors are
to be arched, and niche widened tC
!, make room for grand piano. The
dining room is to be paneled and fres-
, coed, and don't know what ALL"
"You are very good to inventory
f your neighbors' business" said hi;
mother, woman who most emphatical.
) ly attended only to her own affairs.
"Well, there are two children in the
? family-one boy a little larger than
am, and one your age, NelIie-a girl
too. Now who is interested, | won.
der p
, The sound of hammers ceased al
, length, and furniture was brought in
, Then came the quiet which character.
, ICES a welI-bred family, and we forgot
, that we had neighbors, except that az
} the warm weather came on we heaIt
through the open windows the sound o.
music and pretty French songs; ant
Sunday evenings grand masses were
} played and fine church music.
, Bridget, where is the baby ?" sait
one afternoon to my nurse, who sa
. sewing on the stairs. The child hat
been playing in the hall, but it wa
r vacant now, and the vestibule door wa
: open.
II don't know, ma'am,n said the girl
5 starting up from her engrOssing wOrl
[ with a suddenly returning conscious
t ness of her charge.
r Even while she spoke scream cam,
9 from without the door. We reached i
t just in time to see an elegant woman
9 coming up the stone steps with the bO!
t in her arms, while the blood was al
!. ready running from his forehead owe
;. her dress. There was little time thel
t for civilities-the incident had made u
d all acquainted. The lady was withou
D her hat, and it was to be presumed tina
/ she was our neighbor. Finding the ell
e not very dangerous, l turned to tn
: stranger standing in silence before M
0 to express my thanks.
a AS looked up 1 encountered eye
= swimming with tears, and those earnest
: loving eyes belonged to Therese!
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