Morris tribune., 1882-05-11

years ago to- day that you threw ten dollars
away on that woman and her child. told
you that you'd end your days in the poor
house, and I don't see but what my predic-
ton is likely to come true. Didn't I say you
would live to repent it2"
Il won't deny, Hannah" said the old
man, but that I've done good many
things I've been sorry for-we amt none
of us perfect you know, wife--but that is
not one Of them. No, I never for moment
repented being kind to the widow and faith
erless.
Hannah shrugged her shoulders, but
made no reply.
Didn't you say you were going up to
dollars TO- -day?" she asked, presently.
use. If he'd wait little. I'd do nv best
to please him. Jones says he'll be sure to
sell the old place, over our heads, however;
they tell me he's hard man. mean to
explain to him just how the matter stands
and" ---
II told you how it would be long ago!"
calculated Hannah, unable to restrain her
vexation. "What on earth ever possessed
you to sign for Jessie Fairweather2"
II s'posed he was an honest man, and
wouldn't see an old friend wronged."
"Fiddlesticks!" exclaimed Mrs. Raynes-
ford. That's just your calculation, Job
There Zeke has brought the Wagon; do
start off or you'll be too late for the York
train"
And Job meekly obeyed, only too happy
to escape from the endless discord OF his
wlfe's rolling tongue.
The rays Of the MONDAY sun streamed
brightly through the stained glass easements
of Mr.. Everleigh's Gothic library. The
loom was decorated with appurtenances of
wealth and taste. Velvet chairs, with tall
backs of daintily carved rosewood, were
scattered here and there. Marble vases oc-
cupied inches beside the doorway, and the
rarest pictures hung on the painted and
gilded wall. But the prettiest object of all,
the one which the rich lawyer oftenest
raised his eyes from the writing to contemp-
late with an involuntary smile OF pride and
ELECTION, was lovely woman in white
cashm ere morning robe, trimmed with vel
vet. who stood opposite, arranging flowers in
boquet. She wore spray of berries
carved of Neapolitan coral at her Throat, and
tiny pendants Of the same rare stone in her
shelIlike ears, and the slender waist was
tied around with pink ribbon.
There, Walter, isn't that pretty2" she
asked. holding up the completed bouquet.
"Very pretty" he answered, looking not
at the roses or geraniums, but directly at
the blue eyes and golden curls of his beauti-
full young wife.
"Youare not even not icingit, 1" she poated.
Because see something SO much better
worth looking at, " he said playfully.
do you really love me SO very much2'
she asked throwing down the flowers, and
coming around to his side.
He rose and drew her caressingly toward
| him.
My dearest, you are more precious to
me than the whole world besides!"
Shs let her head rest for a moment on
, his shoulder, and when she raised 1t there
was tear on her eyelashes.
"Oh, Walter, If mamma could only SEE
| how happy We are!"
There was knock at the door. Mrs.
| Eyerleigh clipped from her husbands arm
with the prettiest blush in ths world; and
was verg usy with her flowers when the
rich lawyers right hand man" put his griz.
| zled head into the room.
The old man wants to see you about
| that Fairweather business"
Show him in. Don't look 80 disap.
| pointed, love-" he said, as the griZzled
| head disappeared. Il shall not be detain-
| ed three minutes, and the horses are at the
| door,"
Mary Everlsigh never trouble her pretty
| little head about business matters, SO she
never looked up as the hating sound Of
old Mr.. Raynesfords crutcn echoed on the
clrpet. But the instant he spoke she star.
| ed as if an arrow had smi,ten her, and hel
slender hands clasped together, listening as
| intently as though her life depended or
| hearing every word. The old man was
pleading and sorrowing-her husband po-
iitely infiexible. At length Job Raynesford
turned to go.
"Well, sir," he said, in subdued tone
! Il don't know much about law and 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, ant
all for 70 fault Of his own. They say yor
are very rich gentleman; sir-S5000 may
seem small sum to you, but it is my all. )
| Mrs. Everleigh's soft voice broke the
monetary silence that succeeded this ap.
| peal.
Walter, come here one minute-I wan
to speak to you.
He obeyed, somewhat surprised; she
drew him into deep recess of the stained
glass window, and standing there with The
rosy and amber shadows playing about hel
lovely brow like some fair pictured saint
she told him how twenty years ago wear.
led child and its mother were fed and shell
tered by kind. hearted stranger, how ht
had given them money and kind wishes
when they were utterly alone and desolats
in the wide world.
"But, my love, what has all this to do will
my business matters2"
Much, Waiter! / am that little child
"You, my dearest?'
Il, my husband, and the noble man, who
am persuaded. saved my life that night
stands yonder, with gray, bowed head ant
sinking heartl"
MARY, you must surely be mistaken"
II cannot be mistaken, Walter; ] should
| know him among thousand. You said yor
loved me, this morning; now grant me one
| little BOOM"
"What is it, dearest?"
Give me that note he spoke of.
Mr.. Everleigh silently went to small
ebony cabinet, unlocked it aud drew out a
| folded paper, which he placed in her hands
| She glided up to the old man, who had
been gazing ont of the window in a sort of
| reverie, and laid her soft hand on his arm
DO you remember the little golden. hair
| ed Mary whom you found with her mother
| wearied out on the roadside, twenty years
ago?"
"Do remember her, lady2 It was bu
this very morning was recalling the Who'll,
scene,
And don't you recognize me?" she said
| smiling up into bis face as she drew bacl
| the dropping curls. Il am little Mary!"
He stood in bewildered silence. All of {
| sudden the truth seemed to break upon him
| and he laid his hand upon her head with
| fearful blessing.
"And your mother, my ehild?"
She has been dead for years; but 1t il
| my dearest task to be the instrument OF he
gratitude: Hero is the nste you Endorsed
| my husband has given 1t to me. Seel"
A small lamp was burning in one Of tn,
| inches: she held the bit Of paper over tn
flame until it fell cloud of light ashes mp
| on the floor.
WE'LL"
Mrs. Raynesford met hsr husband at tn,
| door at the instant his crutches sounded
on the little graveled path.
Why don't you speakp OF course know
| you've nothing but bad news to tell, but
may as we'll hear it at once.
"Haya vou seen the pentleman2 What al,