The National tribune., 1882-04-08

| with the pTettleSt blush III the world, and
was very busy with her flowers when the
rich lawyers "righ-hand man" put his
grizzled head into the room
The Old man wants to see you about that
Fairweather business
Show him in. Don't look so disap-
pointed love-" he said az the grizzled head
disappeared. - shall not be detained three
minutes, and the horses are ut the door"
Mary Everleigh never troubled her pretty
little head about business matters, so she
never looked up as the hating sound of old
MIR. Raynest0rd crutch echoed On the carpet.
But the instant he spoke she started as if en-
arrow had smitten her, and her tender hands
ciasped together, listening as intently as
though her life depended on hearing every.
word. The old man was pleading and sor
rowful-her husband politely inhexible.
At length Job Raynesford turned to 90
"Weii, sir" he said, in subdued tone
81 Gon'S know much about law and law
books, but il 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 q very
rich gentleman, sir-fve thousand dollars
may seem a small sum to you, but it is my
all"
Mrs. Everleigh's soft voice broke the mo-
mentary silence that succeeded this appeal
Walter come here one minute-I want
to speak to you"
He obeyed, somewhat surprised; she drew
him into a deep recess Of stained glass win
dow, 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 mother 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 matiers?"
"Much, Walter! am that little child"
YOU my dcarest?"
Il, my husband, and the noble man who
l am persuaded, saved my life that night,
stands yonder, with gray, bowed head and
sinking heart!"
"Mary, you must surely be mistaken"
~ cannot be mistaken, Walter. l should
know him among thousand. You said you
loved me, this morning-now grant me one
little boon?n
What is it, dearest?"
"Give me that note he spoke Of"
Mr.. Everleigh silently went to small
ebony cabinet, unlocked it, and drew out a
folded paper, which he placed in her hands.
She glided up to the old man, who had been
gazing out OF window in a sort of Ieyerie
and laid her soft hand on his arm.
ado you remember the little golden haired
Mary whom you found with her mother,
weared 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?" ST. o~:'
smiling up into his face, as she dre
the dropping curls. 81 am little Mar
He stood in bewildered silence a
sudden The truth seemed TO break upC
and he laid his hand upon her head
fearful blessing.
"And your mother, my child?"
"She has been dead for years; but
my dearest task to be the instrument -
gratitude. Here is the note you ind,
my husband has given it TO me. See!'
small lamp was burning in one of the
inches: she held the bit of paper over the
flame until it fell cloud of light ashes upon
the floor.
"Weu!"
Mrs. Rainstord met he husband at the
door at the instant his crutches sounded on
the little gravelled path.
"Why don't you speak? OF course know
you've nothing but bad news TO tell, but 1
may as we'll hear it at once. Have you seen
the gentleman? What did he say 2"
Hannah" said old Job Raynestord, slowly
folding up his gloves, 90 you remember that
ten dollars | gave that poor young wanderer
a score of years ago to-day?"
why, Of course l do. Didn't remind
you of it not twelve hours ago? What has
that TO do with our troubles, pray?"
Just this-to-day l received payment,
principal and INTEREST,""
"Wbat do you mean, Job Raynesford?
."Tbe little golden-h2jred child that sat
beside our heaTthstone that June evening is
Lawyer Everleighs wife, and / have seen
her burn the note that has hung Ike a
milestone around my neck for many years
She said it was but paying a sacred debt of
gratitude; but heaven knows L looked for
no such reward"
There was moments silence. The old
man was pondering over the past, and Mrs
Raynestord was 50 taken by surprise, that
she really could not speak.
"Apd now, wife, what have you to say
about my financial mistakes?" said job
archly.
Mrs Eayncsfcrd had no argument suited
to The emergencies Of the case, and she wisely
said-nOJhing.
MARRIED FOLKS WOULD BE HAPPIER
If home trials were never told to neigh
bors.
If they kissed and made up after every
quarrel.
If household expenses were proportioned
to receipts.
IF they tried to be agreeable as in court