The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1877-04-05

lear 9osunas take thik- II ls Worta
money, know and Il Is al that ! have
10 the world 10 givel Sell Il, aud use
the money for your needs.
Joanna ElGeld stared vaguely q, The
gleaming trlnkst.
Are you ia earnest, Dors9
OF course ! am. iInsb' mother 10
calling me. mast go.
God bees you tor this, said Joanna,
haskily And, DorA-oue word more
am ouly Joanna E,6eld, but III yau viii,
LEI me kiss you juft once
By WAY OF answer Theodore Oxgale
threw her arms around the tail girls
neck. aud pressed her sof, red lips close
10 the Others cold mouth, And ~ she
did so something plsshed 90 ber cheek =
hot, round tear.
The next minute Josnns Elfleld dissp-
peared into the world OF shadows that
was lowering over all the autumn land.
scspe. Aud as she went she marmured
TO herself, unconscious that she was
speaking aloud:
Some one believes IN me yeti Ia me !
lts strange sensation, aud yet--it gives
one soms,hIng to live for, after ell
DorAl TbsodorAl Why don't you
snswerf But no one thinks II worth
while TO pay any attention TO me now'A
days
IL was Mrs. OxgAte's shrill, piping
voice. aud Mrs. oxgats, helpless from
paralysis, sat In her cushioned chair by
the snany doorway.
What is it, mamma? Dora asked, com
ing to the door.
The Oxgate farmhouse had drifted
sadly to decay. Fences had fallen; gates
hung creaking on one hinge; sunny
pasture. lands we're neglected; grass
meadows had toppled over with their
own weight of harvest. Aud Mrs. Ok
gate herself looked, as che sat In the
doorway, like the very genius OF decay.
The carriage with them grand people
that has bought Glenwood Place. A
gentleman dressed Ike the Prince OF
Wales, aud lady whose diamonds
flashed fit TO blind one. All me! It's fine
TO be young and rich. Look the car
riage is stoppingl P'raps they've drop
ped something. Sure's | live the lady g
coming back, trailing her purple silk
dress Ia the dust like 1t was domestic
gingham. Oh, dear me, wish had my
best bat on!
She gave her apron a twitoh and tried
TO settle her scant skirts over her poor
useless feet as the tall, stately figure
swept up to the door.
This is the Oxgate place, is il not the
lady asked, in deep sweet voice that
betrayed her at once, Dora answered
promptly:
This is the Oxgale place; aud you are
Joanna Elfeld
Not Joanna Elfeld now--but Joanna
Aveue, she rejolned, smiling and fash
ing Here is my husband. George, this
is the friend told you oi whose hand,
ten years ago, lifted me out OF the dark.
ness and set me in the right path. Oh,
George you know how much owe TO
her!
Mrs. Avenel was weeping softly now
yet the smiles shone. brightly through
her tears.
Dora, she sdded, that was the turning
point in my life. See have your
little gold chain with the heart yet. ]
knew then one human creature had faith
in me still, and it renewed the fountain
OF life within mel Dora, Dora, you are
my guardian angel. God bless you for
It'll
People wondered much that those rich
Avenes OF The Place had al insignificant
chit like Dora Oxgaie so much with them
to say nothing of that liresome, pressing
old bore, her mother. But Mrs. Avenel
was II great lady, aud could of course be
excused for having her whims- one Of
which was always TO wear thread-Ilkc
chain ot gold around her neck, with a
heart shaped loeket hanging from IL.
| When she could have diamonds instead,
said Miss Comfort Peabody, who lad Of
late observed that size AWAY had thought
Josnma Eltieid to be genius.
/ Aud Dora Oxgate, although she settled
into solitary, hatd-wvrking Old maid,
knew that her apparent purposeiess lie
/ bad uol been Ia vain.
For lhe,c IL joy among the angels oi
besyes over One sinner that repenteth.