News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1882-10-05

possible that he would have to wait q
long time. Carl was not SO young that
it seemed very easy to wait, either. He
was man of eight-and-twenty.
The interview with his uncle was a
brief one but it was decisive. 1t end
ed by the lawyer being sent for, and the
will altered.
''I must leave my money to one of
my own blood" said the old man.
"I've only one other relative. My sis
ter Pauline married Mr.. Garth, and
had one daughter. The daughter mar
ried and died, leaving little girl. She's
grown up now. 1 forgot her mothers
married name, but you'll find it in some
of those old letters. Everything to her
everything to her and make haste, that
l may sign it."
Old Carl Van Webber lived just long
enough to put his name to the bottom
of the great sheet of paper which made
young Carl poor man and enriched
the unknown grandnieee, and then
passed away, his wrath quite un-
appeased, his dying hand withheld
from that of his nephew.
The lawyer, knowing the story, pri-
vately thought Carl an idiot. He might
at least, have forborne to contradict his
uncle.
The funeral was over. All was done
that could be done to show respect to
the old mans memory. Carl, who had
only fifty dollars in the world, bestirred
himself to find bookkeeper's place,
and in little while found one. The
salary was small but on consideration
he decided that it was enough for two,
and one evening, walking with Lefty
West in the moonlit park, he told
| her SO.
81 hoped to be rich man when l
first knew and loved you, Lefty" he
said; and perhaps I am not right to ask
you to share poor mans lot. If you
dread it, say so, Lefty"
But the little hands were clasped
over his arm most closely, and in few
moments he knew that Lefty dreaded
nothing if he but loved her well.
The two were married, and when Carl
Van Webber looked at his fair young
wife there were no lingering thoughts
of Eliza Patch, and the wealth they had
lost, in his mind. There were no more
luxuries for him, it is true. No riding
and driving, no wines and costly cigars
none of the idling to which, as the
rich uncle's heir, he had been used.
And there was hard work and close
economy; but what did it matter? They
were so happy.
But when man earns only enough for
the weeks expenses week by week, he
stands on the brink of precipice. One
day young Van Webber, in hurrying
across the upper floor of his place of
business, slipped and fell through the
hatchway. He was seriously injured,
and long confinement to his bed was
certain. His employers behaved, as
they believed, literally. They gave him
a months wages, and promised him his
post again whom ho -sees 0tv,l. nrtt
his illness was not over in a month, and
doctors bills are expensive things, and
at last the time came when poverty
stared the Two married lovers in the
face, and only the little needlework
Lefty could do beside her husbands
bedside kept them from starvation.
"Ah, Carl" said thu young wife one
morning, as she brought the sick man
the tea and dry toast, which were all
she had to give him, "don't you wish
you had forgotten poor me, and married
Miss Eliza Patch ? You would have
been rich then. have brought all this
upon you"
SIT is your share of the trouble that
troubles me-" said Carl. 'Letty, love,
don't you wish you had said No ?''
But he knew she did not as she took his
poor, thin hand and put it to her lips
and kissed it. At that moment
cyan Webber - shouted voice with
out.
"It's the postman, Carl" said Lefty.
"But who can have written to us? l
thought every one had forg often u.s."
She ran into the passage and came
back with large letter, sealed with red
wax, in her hand.
"What can it be, dear?" she said.
/" 1t looks so strange, it frightens me p
Then she opened it. As Carl looked
at her he saw her turn first white and
then red, and then the tears came into
her eyes and she gave cry and few
toward him.
"Carl, DEAR" she cried. 81 used to
read fairy tales when I was child.
They were no stranger than this. Can
you bear good news, dear? Our
troubles are all over. I am an heiress;
and whose do you think Your uncle's,
Carl. We are-we must be sec, nd
cousins, from what the lawyer tells me.
l knew my mother had an uncle who
was rich, but did not think he ever
thought of me. And my mother died
when 1 was baby, Carl, SO we never
talked about him.
"But to think they have been hunt.
ing for me all this while, in all sorts oi
places, nd-and-Oh, do you under
stand, Carl? We are rich It is just
as we'll for you as if you had choser
Miss Patch"
1t was stranger than fairy tale
Carl indeed thought, when he foun(
that his little Lefty was indeed hi
Uncle Carl's heiress. His Joy was un
T bounded, and he gave himself up to tn
r impulse of the moment. It is true
shade crossed his features for moment
= to think he had been forgotten but
passed away instantly.
y GERMANY.-The suffering in German