Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1880-01-01

chaira. with tall backs of daIntily.
carved rosewood were scattered here
and there marble vases occupied
inches beside the doorway, and the
rarest pictures hung on the paneled
and giided wall. But the pretties,
object OF ail--,he one which the rich
lawyer oftenest raised bis eyes from
his writings 70 contemplate with an
involuntary smile of pride and affec
uon-was q lovely woman In a white
cashmere morning robe, trimmed ia
white velvet, who stood opposite, ar.
ranging flowers 10 q bouquet. She
wore spray of berries carved OF
pink Nespolitan coral, 1t her throat.
and tiny pendants OF the same rare
stone in her small shell Ike ears. and
tue 5iruuct Mao sscu aTSuuu
with a bright pink ribbon.
There, Water, isn't that pretty 2
she asked, holding up her completed
bouquet.
Very pretty be answered, look.
ing not at the roses or geraniums,
but directly at the blue eyes and
golden curls of his beautiful young
wife.
'Are you not even noticing it, she
pouted.
Because see something so much
better worth looking at he said,
plsytnlly.
DO you really love me so very
much 2 she asked, throwing down
the flowers and coming round to his
side.
He arose and drew her caressingly
toward him.
My dearest, you are more pre-
clous to me than the whole world
besides =
She let her head rest for q mo.
ment on bis shoulder, and when she
raised 1t there was tear on her
eyelashss.
oh Walter, if mamma could
only see how happy We are ~
There was knock at the door.
Mrs. EvsrIeigh slipped from her
husbands arm with the prettiest
blush in the world and was verr
busy with her fowers when the rich
lawyers right hand man put his
grizzled head into the room.
The old man wants to see you
sbout that Fairweather BUSINESS
Snow him 10. Doa't look go dis,
.ppointed, love. The said, az the gris
zed head disappeared; 4 shall not
Dc detained three minutes, aud the
norses are st the door.
Mary Everlsigh never troubled
her pretty little head about business
matters, SO she never oven looked
ap as The batting sound of old Mr..
Raynestord's crutch echoed on The
carret. But the instant he spoke
she started as If an arrow had smit
zen her, and her tender hands
clasred together.l listening as Intent
ly as though hsr life depended on
bearing every word. Tue old man
vas pleading and eorrowful-oer
husband politely iufi zxible. Al
length jacob Rsynesferd turned to
90.
well. SIR he said, Ia q subdued
one, Il don't know much abou. law
and law books. but it does seem hard
hat an old man shout be turned
out of the home that has sheltered
dim for sixty years. and all for no
fault of his own. They say you are
very rich gentleman, sir-five
thousand d liars may seem q small
sum to you. but it is my sIl.'
Mrs. Everleigh's soft voice broke
the monetary silence that succeed.
cd this appeal.
walter. come here one minute, /
want to speak to you
He obeyed, somewhat surprised !,
she drew him into deep recess of
a stained glass window. and stand
ing there with the rosy aud amber
shadows playing about her lovely
brow, ike some fair pictured saint.
sue told him how, twenty years ago,
wearied child and its m other were
ted and Sheltered by a kind hearted
stranger how he had given them
money and KIDD wishes, when they
were utterly alone and desolate in
the wide world.
But, M love, what has ell THE
TO DO with nay business matters p
Much, Waiter l am that little
child +
you, my dearest p
j nv husband. and the noble man
who, l am persuaded saved my If
that nignt,stands yonder, with gray
bowed bead an 1 siuking heart
Mary, you must surely be mis-
taken
Il cannot he mistaken, Walter /; L
houId know MIN among q .houssud
You said you loved me this morning
now grant me one little boon =
'Wnat is it. dearest r
'Gise me the note he spoke Of
Mr. Everlsigh silently weot to 8
small ebony casket, unlocked it,snd
drew out a folded paper, which be
placed ia her hands She ghded up
% the cid man who had been gazing
,ut of the window in sort of reve
rie. and laid her soft hand on his
arm.
DO you remem Der the little gold.
n haired Mary whom you found
With her mother, wsaried out on the
roadside, twenty years ago ?
3D. rem m Der her lady It va
but this very morning l was recall.
ing the scene.'
And don't you recognizs me 2
-he ssked. smiling op 10 his face, az
abe drew back the dropping curls.
am little Mary
Hs stood 10 bswilaered silence /;
all of q sudden the truth seemed e.
break upon him snd be laid his hand
npop her head with q fearful bless
ing.
And your mother, my child 2
She has been dead for years I;
but 1t Is my dearest task TO be the
instrument Of her gratitude. Herr
10 the note that you endorsed. Nv
husband has given il TO me. See /
A small lamp was burning 10 one
If the nichea, and she held the Bit
OF paper over its flame until it fell 9
cloud of light ashes on the floor.