Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1884-11-06

; hideous mistake he had made in marry
ing penniless orphsn.grl, and to de-
vote q substantial sum TO further hii
prospects in life.
I On the very morning that she Wa:
bewailing openly her godson's pride,
and secretly her own, our friend Tom
received a reply TO the letter he had
sent to Brown & Co., politely regret
ting that they could do, nothing fur
ther 10 help him; ands,enclosing Miss
Greybrooks letter, which had been ly'
ing 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
letter carrier 8 knock, and received the
letter for her husband.
i When she arrived, breathless, at the
top floor again she watched his face as
he tore it open. The few polite lines
from the business men fell unread to
the ground, while the envelope they
enclosed was torn eagerly open.
Clara looked over his shoulder and
read, too; and then, with one glance at
the renewed light and vigor in hi,
worn, anxious face, she relinquished
her role of bravery, and cried out the
misery of months, in his arms.
Bobby walked and Berthe crawled to
the scene of action, and seeing their
mother in tears, lent a shrlll 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 calmness was re-
stored, Tom spoke joyously:
"Now wife, take shilling Of your
small store, and send telegram from
me to the dear old girl!'
"Tom!" cried his wife, laughing
through her tears, chow disrespect- :
full"
But the telegram was sent, and
brought in solemn vonderment to Miss
Greybrook's door, before ten o'clock,
by the postmaster himself
The yellow envelope shook in the
old servants hand, and was taken
from her to tremble still more in the
hand of Miss Greybrook.
When once she had the open pink
paper in front of her eyes, and de.
voured the information that her god
son was in the city, and desirous of
seeing her Immediately, she gave or
ders for carriage to be in readiness
to catch the next train, and that her
fur travelling cloak and boots should be
put to the fire Immediately.
In the anxiety that all the domes-
tics felt to take a share in the general
excitement, Miss Greybrook's 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 sheepskin
rug beside the drawing-room steel fen
der.
However, vouchsafing never word
of explanation, but happily for the
sanity of those she left behind, drop.
ping the telegram in the hall as she
walked out to the carriage, Miss Grey
brook started alone on her travels.
The dull, foggy shades of winter
evening in the city had gathered. and
two big and two little faces were
pressed tight against the grimy top
windows of certain tenement house
as carriage drove rapidly up.
"Go and bring her up, Clara" said
Tom; II can't 60 in my slippers"
"Yes-but I'm afraid of her."
All fears were Obliged to disappear,
however, tor the object of them had
not waited to be brought up.
She had intimidated the landlady
by the commanding voice in which
she had desired to be shown to the
apartments of Mr.. and Mrs. Thomas
Greybrook Craven; and that fat and
lazy person had preceded the Strange
lady rapidly up so many flights, that
on reaching the top landing, Miss
Greybrook stood silent and stately, for
she could not speak
She waved the landlady down again
just as the latter wanted to look in 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
smiled grimly, and remarked aloud,
but to herself, evidently:
"Children, Of course!-and being as
poor as church mice"
Looking round the wretched room,
and shaking the three chairs, she chose
the least rickety, and sat down.
"Pack up-haven't got much to
pack up that can see. You must all
come back with me tonight"
Tom Craven and his wife exchanged
ylances, and at last poor Tom ven
;ured to speak.
"You see, dear godmother, we've
heed a few things to make us present
sble at your house."
"Ehl what? My house is my own.
Come as you are"
The worst must be said then! "But
please excuse such a state of mat
ers, but-I've got no bootsP'
Miss Greybrook gasped, and stared
rom one to the other