The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1881-03-11

me merry Christmas. Katie, and con-
graduate me on my capital fortune"
She looks up at him with eyes f1ll OF
wistful love.
81 wish you merry Christmas with
all my heart, Harry; but congratulate
You on whatP"
Why, hasn't the dear old dad been
telling your Then wonders will never
cease. On, pshnwi OF course he has
told you that my uncle Is deadP"
Poor old Mr.. Hatton--yes, l know
he is dead"
"And all Is mine, Katie, all; And
next April the old house shall have q
new mistress, and Harry Hatton shall
have a new wife. Why don't you
speakP why don't you smilsP What
Is the matter with you to- niehtP"
Harry. you mean to keep this In
:" Keep itP" Harry looks at her in
wonder. "By Jove, what a question:
What should / do with 1t but keep itP"
"Resign it to Rose Hatton - Mrs
Andrews now-to whom 1t righttully
belongs"
ga most likely idea, and quite worthy
OF Katie Englehart. / have had poverty
and hard work for systematically
years, and now when the golden shower
falls in my arms / am to resign it to
Rose Andrews and her drunken brute OF
husbandl No. no, Katie; in the nine
tenth century men keep all they get,
and they ask for More"
$50 / perceive" she says, quietly,
| though she is trembling as she stands.
She draws ring off her finger and lays
/ Il on the table before him. Our en-
SNgement ends tonight, then, Mr.. Hat
IN. Here Is your ring"
he stands gazing at her, utterly be-
"NEatie," he exclsims, "you don't
It mSAp it, Harry. II papa had let
me. I wodd have been your wife In
YOUR poveree~oh, so gladly and
worked fos you md with you with all
my heart; sgt p0sr-now that you take
the portion Of $hss woman-worse tlap
widowed-of thoss children, worse than
fatherless-I would a. nrst"
The gentle eyes dsshsS. INTO m psN
cheeks an indignant SOW leeptd. sac
the soft. tender voice rang spf - ne hao
never heard 1t before.
:" But this is all nonsense. Kataa." be
cried, impatientlyj sheer nc9sen1e!
ask your father "a smils crossed Ratis.
lips" ask anybody II this money &c not
fairly mine. Rose Hatton. headstx ons
obsi mate schoolgirl, eiopes With
scoundrel who only sss,. beg s.iss'
me what she resigned has fslln.s
Her father }oeesvs hsr hsfore b.
died, and would have iEede snoshsy wal
u another day had been given 80 80"
"Look here, Katie" says Hatton, ST.
impatientlyi 81 will seek out ny couaii
Rosie, and If she leaves her beast Of {
husband. I'll provide for her and th,
little ones. Will that satisfy your"
| II knew Rose Hatton," Katie an
| sw9s. "She was proud and obstinate
and she would die Of starvation soonei
| han accept as charity what Ii hers b.
.lebt"
BE comes close and stands before her.
hia eYes aAshing angrily.
| must either choose between re-
signing you or my unols's iortunsP"
| "Yoa must"
Ell resign It, an q pauper a. be-
hAs AooFs. You will not disobsy your
fatA9, - tn either case I Am TO Lose
you.a
az love you. Harry" abe sayA. With
easp,, Z" would watt
"TAani you" be says With Q short
laugh; "that Is poor oonsolasiop. You
arc woman, and waiting may Be easy
70 200. teU q pan and don't choose
to wait Sinoa ! must ioee you IN any
Sase, IN pot lose my money as we'll
"Hasryr' che cries. But he is gone
-rons II . 4ne fury, banging the street
door Aiker hfm-and it is her father.
| w63te With passion. who stands before
her.
Twice the Christmas tide has come
an Pea sSn on EsrtS, ' to Hen Good Wi
has sounded down the stately aisles OF
| St. Philips, and the time is here. Once
more it is Christmas eve; once more
altar and pulpit are wreathed with ever
greens; once more the voices of the
| choristers rise to the vau tied roof; once
moro the slender, pale faced, brown
| eyed organist sits at her post, her white
| fingers evoking wondrous music from
these pearl keys. But the face has a
| graver beauty, the dark eyes q sadder
light than of old, and for the silk and
sables OF other days her dress is deepest
mourning, plain of make and poor OF
texture.
The last piece Is sung-something
grand and old, and triumphant; and
good night. Miss Englehart," one
and all cry, as they autter away
and down the stairs. She smiles
her farewell, but fingers after they have
gone, as Ii her custom; and as her
hands float over the keys, and her eyes
rest on the music, she is thiT king OF an
! ~ nrsct thraa
and OF her father and lover who stood
by her side that night.
She has lost them both--the lover then.
never To hear of or see since; the father
one year ago. A great financial crisis
had come had involved sbrewd lawyer
Erglehart, and swamped him. He had
broken down under the blow, and In
less than three months after he was dead
and buried. He had never forgiven
Katie her refusal of Harry Hatton; HI
did not forgive her even on his death
bed.
ali you had not been fool with YOU
! scruples and whims," he mad SAID to her
Utterly, "you need not have been ,
beggar day. Harry Hatton is married
long ago. no doubt, to some wiser wo
man, and when I'm gone you may earn
your living as best you may"
1uey uhu DuTlcu uiiu, anu hhiilcEiu
had earned her living bravely and we'll
For years she had played the organ O
St. Philips as labor OF love. Now
became labor of necessity. Her salar.
\ as organist and half dozen piano pupil
= gave her all she needed, and lite wen
; on, somehow, and Christmas had com
) again.
7 She dreaded Christmas-the old pail
1 and struggle seemed TO come bacl
, afresh. She did not regret what sh
i, had done. Better loneliness and pow
- erty than III gotten gain-better los
, her lover forever Than become the will
= of a man capable OF wronging the Twin
!, and the dead. She had lost him, bu
y she had not ceased TO love him. Will
T, she deplorsd his sins, her pure prayer
p followed him in his reckless wandering
y over the world.
al She left the organ at last, and slowl
y quilted the church. Unlike that othe
. Christmas. no moon nor stars shont
White. soft, ceaselessly, the snow fell
&c la he. ..x..l.xa1la aud hxxNrsa