The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1878-01-05

sian rug and glowing cannel-coal fire
! lighting up her handsome features, than
she had an opportunity for putting into
practical shape her new resolution.
There was ring at the door-bell, and
the widow wondered who her first caller
would be, when Bridget entered the par
lor and pettishly exclaimed: Its only
a beggar-boy, who says he wants some
thing to eat"
Drive him away" said the widow,
with look of disappointment. d" It's
too bad that people who live on the av-
enue should be so troubled with beg
CARS. We pay taxes enough to be pro-
tected from beggars and burglars and
book-agents, am sure. Don't let one
of them come into the hall-door. They
are the plague of my life
Another ring at the hall-door, for it
was now noon. and the sound of bells
and carriages and merry voices was
heard out of doors. The duty of call
ers had commenced in earnest. Bridget
came into the parlor again, with small
package in her hand, addressed: ''To
the lady of the house."
This was something worth having,
indeed. What a graceful and pleasant
reminder it was, to be sure, of the good
old times! 1t was a long, slender flask,
covered with gilt labels certifying to its
being genuine product of the famous
convent of Chartreuse; and attached to
it was card bearing the "Compli-
ments of the season, from Pilford & Co.,
choice family groceries, ETC.
what a pleasant thing it is to be re-
membered in so delicate a manner on
New ears Day." said the widow.
"Chartreuse was always my favorite
liqueur. 1t is such religious cordial,
coming direct from the hands of those
holy monks at the Chartreuse. What
a lovely color it is?''
1t was, indeed, lovely, for it was the
golden-colored, and not the green; and
the widow said she must have taste
of it at once. Instead of placing it on
the refreshment table, in the extension,
she ordered Bridget to bring little
Japan stand and place at her side, with
silver waiter and some liqueur-glasses,
so that, when one of her intimate friends
came in, she could ask him to take a
drop of the delicious cordial with her.
She drank one glass of it, and found it
so much to her liking that she could
not well resist the temptation to try an
other. 1t was so fragrant, so delicate,
so sweet and so smooth!
THE WISH.
Most people who knew the Widow
Van Dusenbery imagined that she had
everything that heart could desire; but
she had a capacious heart, which was
capable of desiring COED many things
that fortune had withheld from her.
For herself she did not care. She could
live, if necessary, upon the hull of a
bean; but she could not endure the idea
of anything being denied her darling
boy. She had indulged in many am
bilious schemes for the promotion of his
happiness; and, as she sat musing upon
the possibilities of the future, she heard
the cheerful footing of a tin trumpet,
which announced the coming of coach
driven by member of the Four-in- Hand
Club.
There they go!'' she exclaimed, in
half-reproachful tone. but if Bait
were at home he could not afford to
keep drag. He would be compelled to
amuse himself with billiards and cigars,
poor boy! 1t is too bad" And pearly
tear meandered down the widows
cheek, dividing her complexion in
very curious manner.
Il WISH" she said to herself, "that
| had 100000 that | could give him as
a New-Year's present when he comes
back from his European tour. 1t would
be such a delightful surprise to him;
and then he could drive coach of his
own
"A hundred thousand dollars is not
such very unreasonable sum- said
the gentleman whom the widow lust at
that moment discovered by her side,
but whose entrance she had not before
noticed.
81 think myself it is very reason
able she said; "and | don't see why
| could not have it,
"You shall have it, my dear madam"
said the stranger. "Such modesty and
maternal tenderness as you have mani
tested in your very reasonable desires
must be rewarded"
And thereupon the stranger drew
llolu HIS DOSOlI a Duiltllt VI SIcellDdChS,
which he reached her, on which was in
scribed 100000.
THANK you! / am overcome by your
goodness" she said, as she took the
bundle and placed it on the little table
beside the flask of Chartreuse. "Won't
you take glass of this delicious
liqueur?" she said.
Il never drink replied the stran-
ger, solemnly.
but this is cordial made by the holy
monks of Chartreuse," said the widow.
$50 much the worse" said the
stranger; 81 hate monks and all their
works"
This was said with such bitterness
of tone that the widow looked into the
face of her visitor and saw that he was
a very saintly-looking parsonage. He
had a very pale complexion, regular
features, black hair and eyes, thin lips
and clean-shaven face. He was
dressed exactly in the style of ritual
istic high churchman's long-skirted,
black frock coat, with narrow collar,
that fitted closely to his neck, waist
coat which had no opening in front, and
rusty black band around his throat.
In truth, he looked so nearly like the
Rev. Brown Stout who sometimes Of
ticiated at the altar in st. Bonifacius,