Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1878-07-29


the chair were always cordially held out
to me.
I'm glad you've got tear or two to
spare Rosy" | said, sat parting with
old friends I'll never get another SO
lenient with my rickety bones"
"I'll never part with it, father" said
Rosalie. And | didn't care to tell her
of her mothers decree.
In the meantime, however, had
broken the intelligence to poor Bob, as
kindly as l could, that it would be bet
ter to cease his visits at the house. I
think, as we'll as | remember, that l did
put the blame upon my wife. I was
glad to see that he took my communica-
tion in a manly, practical way and bore
up under it wonderfully. 1t troubled
me that Rosalie seemed to take the mat
ter SO much to heart. Young Green's
turn out was seen quite frequently at
our door that winter, and was tired of
my wife's apologies about the house and
its appurtenances. Every day that drew
me nearer to the draughty chaos on Boul-
evard lent warmer charm to the snug
little home | waf leaving, and l found
was not alone in my appreciation. No
sooner had it become known that my
little place was in the market than Of
fers began to pour in from different
quarters. All these offers were referred
to the agent, who told me one morning
as he was passing that the house had
been rented and the furniture sold to a
young married couple.
Here's another pair in search of a
nuptial nest. said, as propped up
an lngeniously carved bit of cigar box
on the maple tree beneath my window.
[ felt little blue as went in to break.
fast, and had scarcely broken my egg
when the bell rang, and found Black
at the door. His face was ashy pale,
and his hand trembled upon his gold
headed cane.
"No more bad news?" I stammered
out, for some speculations of ours had
turned out very disastrously of late.
"I'm ruined man," said Black,
sinking into a chair by the parlor door.
Big beads of terror started to my own
forehead.
"Green has disappeared, the scoun.
drel," said Black, ''and of course ]
shall be accused of completely with the
defamter."
Naturally" l said, dryly, for
was too wretched myself to have any
sympathy to spare.
"This is confidential visit, Brown,
continued Black. Il shall have to fall
back upon what little money remains tt
my wife, and I've come around here a
her suggestion to hire this little place o.
yours for the coming year"
"My good gracious !' said voice be
hind us /; and there stood Sally, as rec
as the feathers IN the duster she held il
her hand.
"Yes, Mrs. Brown" said Black
"wc've always been fond of this little
place, and l really believe we shall b.
as happy here in our adversity as yo'
will in your fine new house "
"Perdition seize my fine new house
and every one that has led me into thi
muddle !" | cried, beside myself wit
fright and vexation. "You we'll know
that / shan't have the money to go ol
with it. 1t will be all | can do to keel
from bankruptcy myself"
s'God forbid that should refuse t
aid my husband in this extremity 7
said Sally, with great nobility of accen
and manner. "We'll make the sacrific
ourselves, Joe; we'll keep our own littl
place; we'll 60 on in the old way, dear
Well stay here ourselves, joe"
''l'm obliged to you for your consid
GRAFTON, madam ! replied "but whe1
the horse is gone, it's too late to shu
the stable door. The house is let, an,
the furniture sold."
"My furniture sold !" shrieked Sally
"Oh ! oh +! oh /! mg furniture, my dea
old furniture, taken from me! Why
they can't do it They shan'tl It
mine. 1t amt yours. They can't tax
my things for your debts.
''Just wait" said I, "will you, til
you are called upon to pay my debts
You gave orders for the furniture to b
sold and the house to be rented yoursel
The agent told me this morning that
young married couple had taken then
Well have to go to town and take
furnished fat
"a furnished fat!' echoed my wifi,
sinking into chair, and covering he
face with her apron-.'a furnished fat |!
And although l can safely swear sh
had time and again held this way c
living to be a domestic felicity, thel
was an unspeakable misery in her vie
of it now. 81 wish I was dead !" sh
said. "I'd rather go to my grave tha
to furnished fat-just in the Lowell
spring time, when the Brahmas are bt
ginning to set, and the strawberry be