St. Landry democrat. (Opelousas, La.) 1878-1894, 1884-02-02

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prospects in life. On the very morning
that she was bewailing openly
her godson's pride, and secretly her
own, our friend Tom received reply
to the letter he had sent to Brown &
Co., politely regrettine that they could
do nothing further to help him, and in
closing Miss Greybrook's letter, which
had been lying nearly three weeks at
their office.
Clara, with the sadness of the last
nights struggle still upon her, ran
down the rickety stairs at sound of the
postman's knock, and received the let
ter for her husband. When she arrived,
breathless, at the top floor again, she
watched his face as he opened it. The
few polite lines from the business men
fell unread to the ground, while the
envelope they inclosed was torn eager
~ open. Clara looked over his shout
der and read, too, and then with one
glance at the renewed light and vigor
in his worn. anxious face, she relin-
pushed her role of bravery, and cried
out the misery of months in his arms.
Bobby walked and BERTHE craWled to
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mother in tears. lent shrilI aid to the
chorus. Upon which they were kissed,
blessed and cried over till they thought
the world Represented to them by their
father and mother) had gone mad.
When partial caimness had returned,
Tom spoke joyously:
Now wife, sell something of your
small store, and send a telegram from
me to the dear old girl!''
"Tom!" cried Clara, laughing
through her tears, chow disrespectful!o
But the telegram was sent and
brought in solemn wonderment to Miss
Greybrook before ten o'clock by the
postmaster himself. When once she
had the opened paper in front of her
eyes, and devoured the in
formation that her godson was
in London. and DESTROYS of seeing her
Immediately she gave orders for a fly to
be, in readiness to catch the next up
train, and that her fur travelling cloak
and boots should be put to the fire i'm
mediately. In the anxiety that all the
domestics felt to take share in the gem
eral excitement, Miss Greybrook' cloak
threatened to be torn in pieces, and
when wanted, one fur boot was found
warming in front of the kitchen fire, the
other reposing on the sheep-skin rug
beside the drawing-room steel fender.
vouchsafng never a word of
but, happily for the sanity
of those she left behind, dropping the
telegram in the hall as she walked out
to the fly, Miss Greybrook started alone
on her travels.
The dull foggy shades of a London
winter evening had gathered, and two
big and two little faces were pressed
tight against the grimy top window of
a house in Westminster street, as a
cab drove up.
$50 and bring her upstairs, Clara =
said Tom. Il can't go in my slippers. -
"Yes-but Pm so afraid Of hertz
All fears were obliged to disappear,
however, for the object of them had
not waited to be brought up. She had
inundated the landIady by the COM
voice in which she had de-
sired to be shown to the apartments of
Mr.. and Mrs. Thomas Grey brook Craven;
and that fat and lazy person had pre-
eeded the strange lady rapidly up SO
many flights that on reaching the
.op land ng Miss Greybrook stood
silent and stately, for she could not
speak. She waved the landlady down
again, Just as the latter wanted to look
n and see what would happen next.
Then Tom advanced, and his god
mother kissed him first, then his wife.
Then, observing. Bobby and BERTHE, she
grimly smiled, and remarked aloud, but
% herself, evidently:
children, of course-being as poor
Is church mice. 2
Looking round the wretched room,
ind shaking the three chairs, she chose
he least rickety, and sat down.
Pack up-hayen't got much to pack
hat can see. You must all come back
With me tonight. =
Tom Craven and his wife exchanged
slances, and at last Tom deferentially
'entured to speak:
8 You see. dear godmother, we've
iced few things to make US presenta-
lie at your house. 7
:" Eli! what? My house is my own.
Jome as you are. .
The worst must be said, then! g But |
please excuse such a state of matters,
Out--I'Ye got no boots!''
Miss Greybrook gasped, and stared
rom one to the other.
Boots my godson without boots9
Iere, Clara-that's your name, be-
eYe--run out, child, and buy all you
eed for everybody: and let us get out
i this place: l can't breathe
Away ran poor Clara, holding the
at purse Miss Greybrook pushed
nto her hand, and all uncon-
cious what she carried in it. It felt
0 full, however, that she took
alb and drove first to boot shop where