Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1881-07-21

said.
Because see something so much
better worth looking att he said play
fully.
"Do you really love me so muchl'
she asked, throwing down the flowers,
and coming round to his side. 90 Wal
ter, if mamma could have lived to see
how happy we are
There was y knock at the door. Mrs.
Everleigh slipped from her husbands
AIMS with the prettiest blush in the
world, and was busy with her flowers
when the rich lawyers right hand
man. put his grizzled head into the
ROOM
"The old man wants to see you about
that Fairwether business"
''Show him in. Don't look so disap-
pointed, love-" he said as the grizzled
head disappeared; II shall not be de-
tanned three minutes, and the horses
are at the door"
Mary Everleigh never troubled her
pretty little head about business mat
tiers, 80 she never even looked up rs
the hating sound of old Mr. Haynes.
ford's crutch echoed on the floor Bnt
the instant he spoke she started as if an
arrow had smitten her, and stood With
her large eyes dilated, and her slender
hands clasped tight together, listening
as intently as though her life depended
on hearing every word. The old man
was pleading and sorrowful, her hus-
band politely infexible. At length Job
Raynesford turned to go.
"Wen, sir" he said in subdued
tone, Il don't know much about law or
law-books. but it does seem hard that
an old man should be turned out Of the
home that has sheltered him for sixty
years, and all for no fault of his own.
They say you are a very rich gentle
man, sir--$5 900 may seem very
small sum to you, but it is my ALL"
Mrs. Everleigh's soft voice broke the
momentary silence that succeeded this
appeal. "Walter, come out here one
minute-I want to speak to you"
He obeyed, somewhat surprised; she
drew him into deep recess of the stain
ed glass bay-window, and standing there
with the rose and amber shadows play
ing about her lovely brow like some
pictured saint, she told him how TWEEN
ty years ago wearied child and its
mother were fed and sheltered by
kind-hearted stranger; how he had
given them money and kind wishes
when they were utterly alone and des-
olate in the wide world.
"But, my love, what has all this to do
with my business matters?"
"Much, Walter, I am that little
child p
"You, my dearest p
81, my husband; and the noble man
who, am persuaded, saved my life
that night, stands yonder, with gray
bowed head and sinking heart"
"Mary, you must surely be mistak-
en-"
81 cannot be mistaken, Walter;
should know him among a thousand
You said you loved me this morning
now grant me one little boom"
"What is it, dearest?"
"Give me the note he poke OF"
Nh, Everleigh silently went to a small
ebony cabinet, unlocked it, drew on. a
folded paper, which he placed in her
hands. She glided up to the old man,
who had been gazing out of the win
dow in sort of a REVERE, and laid her
hand on his arm. "Do you remember
the little golden-haired Mary whom
you found, with her mother wearied
out on the roadside twenty years ago?"
"Do / remember her, lady? It was
but this very morning Was recalling
the scene.,,
"And don't you recognize meS' she
said, smiling up into his face, as she
drew back the dropping curls. 81 am
little Mary
He stood in bewil1ered silence; all Of
a sudden the truth seemed to break up
on him, and he laid his hands upon her
head with a cheerful blessing. "And
your mother, my child?"
"She has been dead for many years,
but it is my dearest task to be the hum
BILE instrument of her gratitude. Here
is the note you indorsed. My husband
has given it to me. Seel"
A small spirit lamp was burning in
one of the inches; she held the bit Of
paper over the flame until it fell cloud
of light ashes on the floor,
~
"Well?"
Mrs. Raynesford met her husband at
the door at the instant as clutches
sounded on the graveled path.
"Why don't you speak? OF course
know you've nothing but bad news to
tell but l may as well heal it at once.
Have you seen the gentleman What
did he say?
"Hannah," said old job Raynesford,
slowly folding his gloves, "do you re-
member that so | gave that poor,
young wanderer, a score Of years ago. Z"