Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1882-06-08

see the rich lawyer about the five thou
sand dollars to-day?h she asked pres
emily.
Eyes. but don't suppose it will b,
much use. If he'd wait little, I'd do
my best to please him. Jones says he'll
be sure to sell the old place from owe
our heads, however; they tell me he's
hard man. mean to explain to hin
just how the matter stands and'-
81 told you how it would be long ago
calculated Hannah, unable to restrain
her vexation. What on earth eve
possessed you to sign for Jesse Fair
weather."
II s'posed he was an honest man, anC
| wouldn't see an old friend wronged.'
"Fiddlesticksr' exclaimed Mrs. Ray
nesford. That's Just your calculation
Job! There-Zeke has brought tn,
wagon; do start off or you'll be too lat,
for the York train
And Job meekly obeyed, only tot
happy to escape from the endless dis
cord of his wife's rolling tongue.
The rays of the MONDAY sun streamet
brightly through the stained glass case
mcnts of Mr.. Everleigh's Gothic library
The room was decorated with appur
tenances of wealth and taste. Velve
chairs with tall backs OF daintilv carved
| rosewood, were scattered here and there
marble vases occupied inches beside tn,
doorway, and the rarest pictures huns
on the panelled and gilded wall. But
the prettiest object of all-the one which
the rich lawyer oftenest raises his eye,
from the writing to contemplate will
an involuntary smile of pride and affec
tion-was lovely woman in a white
cashmere morning robe, trimmed will
velvet, who stood opposite arranging
flowers in bouquet. She wore spray
OF berries, carved Of pink NeapolitaI
coral at her throat, and tiny pendants
of the same rare stone in her shell-like
ears, and the slender waist was tieC
around with pink ribbon
There, Walter, isn't that pretty?
she asked, holding up her completed
bouquet.
VERY pretty" he answered, looking
not at the roses or geraniums, but di-
rectly at the blue eyes and golden curls
of his beautiful young wife.
you are not even noticing it, she
pouted.
Because l see something so much
better worth looking at" he SAID, play
fully.
''Do you really love me so very much
she asked, throwing down the flowers
and coming around to his side.
He rose and drev n caressingly to-
ward him.
My dearest, you are more precious
to me than the whole world besides?'
She let her head rest for moment on
his shoulder, and when she raised it
there was tear on her eyelashes.
'Oh, Walter if mamma could only see
how happy we are!''
There was knock at the door. Mrs.
Everleigh slipped from her husband 5
arm with the prettiest blush in the world
and was very busy with her flowers
when the rich lawyers ''right-hand
man put his grizzled head into the
room.
1.-The old man wants to see you about
that Fairweather business.
"ShOw him in. Don't look so disap-
pointed, love-" he said, as the grizzled
head disappeared. Il 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, so she never looked up as the halt
ing sound of old Mr.. Rainesford's crutch
echoed on the carpet. But the instant
he spoke she started as if an arrow had
smitten her, and her slender hands
clasped together, listening as intently
as though her life depended on hearing
every word. The old man was pleading
and sorrowful; her husband politely in
flexible. At length Job Rainesford
turned to 60.
"Well, SIR he said, in a 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
sixty years, and all for no fault of his
own. They say YOU are a very rich
gentleman, sir,-S5,0 900 may seem
a small sum to you, but it is my all. :"
Mrs. Everleigh's soft voice broke the
momentary silence that succeeded this
appeal.
Walter, come here one minute
want to speak to you
He obeyed, somewhat surprised; she
drewlhim into n deep recess of the stained
glass window, and standing there with
the rosy and amber shadows playing
about her lovely brow, like some fair
pictured saint, she told him how twenty
years ago wearied child and its moth
er were fed and sheltered by kind
hearted stranger; how he had given
them money and kind wishes, when
they were utterly alone and desolate in
the wide world.
''But, my love, what has all this to do
with my business matters?'
''Much, Walter! am that little
childn'
You, my dearest?''
II, my husband. and the noble man
who, am persuaded, saved my life that
night, stands Wonder. with gray, bowed
head and sinking heartn'
MARY, you must surely be mistaken.
Il 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?n
Give me that note he spoke of. =
Mr.. Everleigh silently went to a small
ebony cabinet, unlocked it, and drew
out folded paper, which he placed in
her hands. She glided up to the old
man, who had been gazing out of Win
dow in a sort of reverie, and laid her
soft 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? 1t was
but this very morning | was recalling
the whole scene
And don't you recognize me?'' she
said, smiling up into his face, as she
drew back the dropping curls. Il am
title Mary
He stood in bewildering silence. All
of a sudden the truth seemed to break
upon him, and he laid his hand upon her
head with fearful blessing
"And your mother. my child?n
''She has been dead for years; but it
is my dearest task to be the instrument
of her gratitude Here is the note you
Endorsed; my husband has given it to
me. Sect
A small lamp was burning in one of
the inches; she held the bit of paper over
the flame until it fell cloud of white
ashes upon the floor.
Well"
Mrs. Rainesford met her husband at
the door at the instant his crutcheS
sounded ON the little gravelled path.
why don't you speak? OF course