Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1884-12-05

lne ram ana sweet llBuJ anu ueW OF
heaven about the house; their "little
Moy," ''little Miss Moy."
MY dear aunt" said Gabriel, one
evening, dropping on the floor by hr
side as they sat about the great log fire
-"dear aunt, wish you wouldn't look
like that. Cry, for Heavens sake, cry if
you must, but don't look like thatp'
Miss Penfield put her hand on the mass
of ruddy hair resting against her.
"You are good boy" she said, gently;
her thin face quivered.
81 wish 1 could help you" Gabriel
went on, entreatingly. "Tell me your
trouble; let me try and help you; let
me share 1t
"Tell you9 Soon there win be no
need Of my telling; all the~Sorld will
know it. Oh, but it's wicked!"
She stopped in her wild words, for a
fercer storm of the winter clements
ragged without. A great gust of icy wind
struck the door and shook it fiercely
The windows ratified in their stout
frames. They could hear the wild toss
of moaning tree tops; the creak of shat
tered boughs, the sough Of creeping,
shuddering, flying winds.
Moy came and knelt on the other side
of Miss Penfeld, her look was like that
of spirit.
~ am afraid,n she whispered, "thcre
is something dreadful out there. l can
hear it walk, it steps, lightly, but it
comes"
"Hush, child!" said Miss Penfeld,
angriy; "what are you raving about2"
She seemed to listen to some sound. 81
wonder where David Barker isl All,
what's that?"
Then came low whine, a scratching
at the outer door.
OTIS Fleet. had not missed him be-
fore-strange!" She spoke of the huge
house dog whose place was usually of an
evening before the fire at her feet. "Ah,
there he is again; let him in; please, Ga
briel. How the storm beats the door in. 4"
Gabriel moved to obey; he felt strange
ly reluctant--a voice seemed to cry to
him "Stay"
He was holding the door in his hand
anxious to let in as little of the drift as
possible, when he felt himself flung
backward; some terrible thing shot for
ward and prccipitatcd itself against
them. He staggered down under the
blow. He struggled heroically; he was
conscious of thunderous weight on his
chest; of foaming jaws 1t his throat; of
huge claws at his breast, and hot breath
burning him. Still he would not die; he
had heard cries, and now there was
another sound, the voice of cherub
floating out of heaven where God is:
'Save him, save him"
Moy was there, her slender girls arm
was between his throat and the VOLTS
jaw. Moy's little hands were striving
to drag the wild beast away, Must she
"'f' maffe thereI' crIeu !. : ,.ss.4 WV vuv-
side, and the splittering crack of rifle
shot was heard.
Gabriel sat up dizzily striving to peer
through the smoke of storm and powder.
"Moy!" he said, hoarsely.
A face looked in the shattered win
dow, then David Barker entered the
room; he leaned his rifle against the
wall, and stopping, lifted Moy from the
floor.
''The ball went through her arm." he
said, quietly. 81 had to risk it. There
was no waiting; but it's nothing serious" "
He pushed the golden hair back from
the white still cheeks, and sighed as he
bent over her; he had placed her on the
lounge where Miss Pentield WA kneel-
ing, administering tender cares and
CaresSes.
"You wouldn't give her to me, thus I
give her back to you, and Pm not gen
erous man." said David to Miss Penfeld.
''Is she dead3" Gabriel asked, hoarsely
he staggered up, lying against the wall
he was blind and dizzy. at was like a
spirit floating past when she came to
help me. Did she go straight on to
another worldn
81 am here" said now clear voice
from that other world so far from him,
across the room where love was.
$50 you see, dear aunt" said Gabriel,
''we are going 20 live our one life to-
gether. After all, I'm fit for nothing
but painting. Moy says she's fit for
nothing but an artists life. We're going
on tramp through Europe first, then
wv lO SOAho W "oih'
"You poor things, " cried Miss Penfeld
land I've not got penny to offer you
to talk of tramping."
"We don't want any penny" said
Moy, in loves new voice.
"We're going back to the old home, u
Gabriel said. ''And oh, was going to
mention, forgot to tell Moy, too, it was
all mistake about the money. never
lost any. l have got all ever had"
"Well, l declare-never lost anyw
"No, it was all mistake, it was
another person with the same name az
mine"
"Why didn't you tell me2--you ought
to have told me-" Miss Penfeld said
coldly.
"Ah, but you seemed so like saint,
dear aunt, coming to me in that way that
morning, with your generous offer.
Gabriel took his aunt's hand and lifting
it, kissed it softly. "And Imeant to tel
you after I got my breath back, but-bu
Moy came among my posies. | wanted tt
be where she was, SO let you be de
ceived. Forgive me-love us"
"Well, am sorry can't give Moy
something. / can't say you've done any
great things here for me, nor do be
lieve you'll make much out of you
painting stuff"
"You'll work oil the same, won
you2" said the love voice at Gabriel'i
shoulder. "Will work and do good"
"Ah, my angel Yes, do good, you
You'll see, aunt, what | can do when
paint Moy l shall make a picture oi
her standing with the lilies across he
arm, and every home shall know hel
face, every devout heart shall look on
her likeness as something sweet to say
prayers before"
" All, if you're going to begin b.
snoilino her " said Miss Penfeld. turning