Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1882-10-05

must go to pay the debt, ana he was
ten years older, broken down by hard
work, and beaten down just now hy
his wife's tongue, which never ceased
repeating, Didn't tell you SOP" TIL
his poor 1ear. was fit to break.
Il did wrong. see it now. Pm sor-
ry for it. But do not blame me 50,
SARAH he said, sadly. "God knows 1
meant 20 do right, and to do my best
for you. And III go to the city and
zee this rich man that holds the note.
He is q lawyer. and they've just made
him governor of this state. He don't
need the money, and maybe he will
agree to some arrangeDc ent 50 ] can
pay it off by degrees and not sell our
home"
"Thats the first sensible word
you've said about the business" cried
Mrs. Morton.
And she bestrred herselfso effectual-
ly to get MIN Off at once, that by ten
o'clock the next morning he was ring
ing at the door Of the beautiful city
mansion in which the new made gov
ernor had just taken up his residence.
He was admitted by servant who
WAS rushing out on an errand in hot
haste.
The household staff was not yet or
gained. There was no one in the hall
to receive him. He wandered on, won
derlng at the tall marble pillars and
the floor of tesselated marble till he
came to the Gothic library where the
governor was sitting, in company with
his beautiful six months bride.
The old man glanced at the rich
carpet, the velvet and rosewood chairs,
the tall vases, the gilded pictures upon
the walls, through the half opened
door. Then his eyes fell upon por-
trait that hung in the place of honor
above the fireplace, and he stood still.
A sweet, pale spirituelle face, with
waving, silvery hair brushed back from
the forehead, and look of peaceful
benediction beaming from the large
blue eyes.
81 ought to know her WE'LL" unused
the old man. And | know now-it is
the poor lady who came to our house
one evening, with the pretty little
child. 1t looks q. if all their troubles
must be over, if they liye in a house
like THIS"
In the library, at the same moment,
q pair of beautiful blue eyes were lifted
to that portrait, and tears dimmed
their light-tears that the lips of a
lover husband soon kissed away.
"If the picture makes you sad,
Lucy, it must be moved to one of the
upper rooms" said the Governor. 81
never wish to see a cloud upon your
face again"
"No cloud will ever come there
through you, George" replied his
young wife. 81 am not unhappy when
| look at her, and | like to have the
picture there, because it is in this room
that we shall be oftenest together.
was only thinking how sad it was that
she could not have lived to share with
us this beautiful home"
"Your mother did not care to live
longer, Lucy" said the Governor, after
u pause. "She told me so herself,
after she had found your Uncle
Eustace, and persuaded him to do
Justice to you before he died. She re-
NAMED until she saw you my wife,
and knew how tenderly l would care
Tor you. Then | think she was really
glad to go. Her heart was in your
fathers grave"
eyes; and then she suffered so,Iin that
dreadful time after his death, when we
had no money and no home" replied
his wife, with tears IN her voice, though
none fell from her eyes. "You can
never imagine how she was Inundated
and beaten down into the very dust.
One night-oh how well rem ember it,
she would certainly have died, if it had
not been for kind old farmer who
took us to his house, although his cross
wife objected, and actually called my
mother pauper in her anger. Some
day, when you are not very busy,
George, | wish you would go with me
to see that kind old man, and thank
him in my mothers name"
Every well, my dear. Now will you
go with me to give your orders about
the furnishing fthe upper rooms'"
They went out into the hall There
stood the farmer, turning his hat about
in his hands, and looking like a man
dazed
"Why here is my friend-my moth
er's friendl" exclaimed the Governors
wife, dropping her husbands arm, and
running up to the old man with both
hands outstretched to greet,him. Don't
you remember me, sir? | am the little
girl you sheltered in your pleasant
nome. If you had not been 50 good to
us, might have lost my mother then"
II remember, miss-ma'am, STAN
mered the farmer, turning crimson al
over his honest face.
"And did you come to see meY Or
my husbandl" asked Lucy, with a proud
fond glance at the Governor.
at was him, ma 'am-the gentleman
that holds the note and the mortgage
on our home. 1t has been foreclosed,
and | must lose it now to pay this
debt. | would not have dared to come
here, ma am on such an errand as this,
only il is lie and death to me and my
wife. We are getting old now, and
haven't saved anything, and | don't
know where we could find another
home. If more time could be given