The morning star and Catholic messenger., 1878-06-02

| khou way ana, COnnOr AVOurnoon, Wuhs
want from you, 10 jus! promise to take nj
notice however sulky he 10 the rest Of this day
bnt to help me to coax him round. II blarne!
| 10 good for anything, 1t is to keep peace a
home. among brothers and sisters, don't yot
think There 10 papa's -oioe calling me. Con
nor, m sure that some important news ha
come In those letters yon took In. 4 have hac
a strange unsettled feeling on me all day, as 1
something was coming. Suppose only Il
| should be news that took us home."
"Put in Q word for Lssba Msynard's goinG
with MS then, or had rather stay where we
are."
CHAPTER XIII.
But the youngest sister had sit homo and darn
stookinRs"- Cinderella
"One letter for mamma, and four for papa
and, holloi two for Babette. I say. Miss Ba'
bette sha'n't have her Letters this minute
though. I'll pay her out far dragging me in
from the garden, by keeping them in my pocket
till after dinner" Muttering thus to himself,
little Walter Maynard, who had constituted
himself supplementary etter.deliverer to the
family, slipped two Of the letters he had alb
straoted from the letter box into bis kncker-
booker pockets and trotted into the psrlor
with the rest of his budget. DR.. Maynard was
ont on his morning round Of visits among his
patients. Mrs. Maynard inspected the out.
sides of his letters and read her own, while
Lesbis looked up wistfuily towards the little
letter'oarrier. from the copy book, alopg which
fingers in their fret efforts to make pot. hooks
and hangers aud sighed. She had not had n
letter for q whole week. 1t was too bad OF
Bride, and the ready April tears swelled in
aed hsd 1yfs fs till one large bright drop
There, Baby, it was You made me make
that great blot. Yes. it was," cried Bob, twist
o
Babette crying again. Isn't she baby ~
Thus appealed to, Mrs. Maynard looked up
from her letter; her face had rather a start
led expression upon it, and the children
thOn0hb words. too.
odd.
You are q very naughty boy, am sure,
Bobby, If you have made your cousin Lesbia
cry, when she is SO kind as to give you writ
Walter come and write"
at was not Bobbys fault," said Lesbia,
stantly into smiles and dmples under the un-
expected ray of kindness "but, OBJ, dear
Aunt, need Walter write todayi My tngeIs
are go hot and tired with holding Bobby's,
aud III give Walter some other kind of lesson
by and bye to make mp"
She strolled off to the window without wait
ing for an answer, caspipR her tired hands
behind her head. Mrs. Maynard's eyes rested
on her for a minute or two, consideringly. and
then turned back to re-peruse sentence in
her letter.
1--WE have all here been much excited by o
report that has reached us Of the death Of Dr.
Msynard's unole-that rich old Mr.. Maynard
you told me about. They say he has left an
immense fortune bshind him, two hundred
Thousand pounds at the least. and that it is all
to go to one of his grest.nephews or nieces !;
We are hoping that the lucky heir is one of
your fine boys. Let us know soon."
MIS- Maynard's fiugers straye ed to the letters
one of them. What provoking thing it was
that DIR. Maynard should have gone ont that
morning on one of his longest rounds, and that
he should SO often have declared his determi.
nation to keep his letters to himself, that even
with such q question rs this hanging over her,
his wife dare not meddle with them. An i'm
mense fortune for one of her boys-for darling
Johnny, the old mans godson. Surely Provi-
denoe could not have allowed anything else to
happen. The anxious mothers thoughts hew
back to question every incident of the last
occasion when old John Maynard had come
down to Whiteclitfe expressly to spend an
evening at their house. Which of the children
had he noticed most f-Those tiresome ever
ready tears and smiles of Lesbia's! She was
pretty, and Old John had hardly looked at her
till, just as he was taking leave, he poked his
hand under her chin, and asked her abruptly
if she was sorry to be sepa -ated from her
bright large tears had come into her babyish
brown eyes, and the old man had turned away,
and had violent 6t of coughing. Perhaps he
hated tears. It was fortunate that he had not
seen Lesbia within the last year or two, for
certainly she wss an alarmingly pretty girl
now-an anxious charge for anyone. Good
graciousl suppose for an instant the two
hundred Thousand pounds should go to her,
what could be done thenf Johnny, the eldest
of their family, was only fourteen-three years
younger than Leshia-And those two had never
been friends. Only last Christmas holidays
he had looh ed her up in the dark closet at the
head of the stairs, and she had remained in
the GOLD. forgotten by everyone, till DR.. May
nard asked for her at tea-time, and went to let
her out. Yet they had all been Extremely
kind to her she herself, at all events, could
answer for having spent, strictly for LesbiA's
benefit, very nearly all the money sent by the
elder brother and sister, dedncting only quite
small sums to remunerate hersslf for all the
trouble and care she had been put to. There
could not be much to complain ofin the manage
ment under which she had grown uE- the
fresh, briGht.eyed, pink-oheeked creature that
stood idling in the window there, 30 different
from the plain elder sister Again Mrs May
nard's eyes hxed themselves on Lesbia, and as
she took more curious inventory of her
charms than she had ever troubled herself to
make before, she came to the conclusion that
IL by perverse fate Lesbis did prove to be the
heiress of the fortune that ought to come to
her son, it would become her all her life to be
extremely grateful to the disinterested cousins
who had brought her up, and to acknowledge
that she owed it somehow to them that her
dark hair was so abundant, and of such rich
color, that her figure was so slim and graceful,