Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1882-01-25
A Man That Succeeded.

mel MOnteagle. And, as venture 10
hope, accomplished 10 her way. we
are not much in the way Of schools or
academies here, but l have been her
! instructor myself, and she is thorough
! mathematician, an excellent musician
and llnsuist Of no mean capacity.
We are studying Hebrew now every
day. she and /, and she dOvotes heI
evenings 10 comprehensive reviews ol
her Latr and Greek She will be
scholar, sir, if live 10 complete her
education y
Mr.. Urof,on looked curiOusly at the
oadly-assorted pair-the silver-haired
shabbily-atlired old gentlemen, with
! his bald forehead, eagle eye and dell
| ca.ely-w hite hands, and the daik'
| browed, sullen-looking girl, with a gypsy
skin, untidy frock and patched boots
! Pretty Yes, she might be pretty
] pnder some circumstances. The dia'
| mond itself is not an attractive stone
be fore The lspidary's art has polished
lis rude angles into glitIerlng faces o'
| white fire. Bet she certainly possess'
ed no sweet, feminine graces now'
How old are you, Miss MonteagIe"
be asked finding it imperatlyely neces>
sary to say something.
And Mary Monteaglc answered ID
words. Seventeen while her looks re-
piled, plainly. None of your buSi'
nessp
GO, my Child, and gather some
flowers to deck our humble home,' sad
| the old gentleman, magniloquently'
while be conducted the son of his Oldest
friend into the tumble-dOwn olc stone
house. where the carpets were moth
eaten, the furniture nildewed, and
every trace of decayed gentli'y told the
sad story OF better DAYS.
Mrs. Monteagle, who had been a
beauty once, and had her portrait en-
craved in Gallery CT American hose
buds,' was sitting up in state in bal
tered boudoir, in o black silk dress thal
must have been qaiie a quarter ol q
century old, with flower in her silver
.prlpkled hair, and still preserving the
olrlish attitude in which the engraver' 8
pencIl had lmmortallzed her, Oddly
contracting with the sharpened out
lines aud haggard abruptness OF her
sixty-odd years.
| And this was the way in which the
old couple lived, in the dead past as IL
were. Colonel Monteagle Starving con-
tsntedly on the recollection Of his past
grandeur, and his wife fondly iancying
thai time had stood still since the days
in which che was counted worthy TO be
one of the American Rosebuds.'
Mrs. Monteasle sweetly welcomed
| lb.r guest and touched the little hand"
bell at her side.
We will dine. Sarep;a,' she SAID to
the maid.
please, ma'am,' brsathles'ly uttered
that young person, there amt nothln'
for dinner. We eat the last Of the cold
beef Yesterday, and the dog he tipped
over the pan of oysters, and
THAT will do, Sarepta,' said Mrs.
Mon,eagle, with a red spot mounting
to each of her cbeek.bOnes. L said
we will dinen
And Sarepla withdrew with jerk
The dinner was served presenty--an
instance of The magnetic power oil VIII
hut there was no cold beet, neither
were there oy sters. Fruit, a thu.
wa!ery soup of herbs and parsley taste
fully garnished salad of lettuce apo
mayonuaise. and n dish of peaches anu
cream, formed the meal.
| Quite Arcad:an!' SAID Mrs. Mon
teagle, with giggle.
| And very badly served secre'ly
commented Mr.. CrofOn to himself
But the saad was NICE
| 'whe.e is MarJ?' the colonel ASKED
| Drinking in the beauties OF the sum
ise.. pre- sume,' the lady answered
lairily. The dear child has an artists
| soul, and we do not tie her down 10
Iany hours or rules.'
| The colonel fell asleep 10 bis chair
! after dinner. Mrs. MOnteagle and her
| psinted fan withdrew themselves into
t,he boudoir-and Mr.. Croilon, inward
Ilv bewailing himself that he bad prom
Used 10 stay week at MonteaSle Man
Ior. sauniered out upon the beighi'
! which overlooked the valley below.
| As lie stood there, rustling sounded
lin The bushes, and the dark-bro"ed
lgipsy spraug up the hillside.
You have fine place here, Miss
lMonteagle,' be said, BY way Of making
himself agreeable.
Il hate it, said Mary, darklJ.
! T-beg your pardon!' exclaimed Mr.
Crofton, in amazement.
Il do!' flashed out the girl-1 hate !
laul The learning, and the purify an'
1.-The grand preteuses, aud the miserable
mskeshiits.'
But
sAL. said Mary Monteagle, 'yo
Idou't know it all. You never bear
The tradesmen bowling at tie bae
:. doors like pack bowling wolves; 70
ss don't know that the house Is advertise 9
Ia I.ssr h.