The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1884-03-14
II can't stay this morning." said

can stay tuiS ihorning, bulu
Houghton. II am in a hurry"
"But it is some vc-y particular busi-
ness" said the man, running down the
pavement altar him.
"Oh, hang businessl said Ioughton;
and off he rode.
Mona was in the garden, with a bas-
ket, gathering more rose-leaves. She
thought the pot-pourri question prom
ised favorab!y.
Clarice was painting desperately
away at old India ginger-iars, up stairs.
Fenella was writing an advertise
ment, "Boarders Wanted" for the
paper.
"The house is as big rs a hotel, "said
she. "Why shouldn1We make some
use of it,"
Mona Greyton listened with smiles
and tears to Ferdinand Hoaghton's
vehement proposal.
"But what could we live upon ?"said
she.
"Why, l could paint pictures!" said
this sanguine young wooer. "I'm sure
to sell them at tearing big price, as
soon as my name becomes little better
known; and I'll have your mother and
all the girls to live with us"
"Oh, Ferdinand, said Mona, half
laughing, half crying.
And then the young artist knew that
he had not pleaded in vain.
"And it's all owing to the pot.
pourri," said she, ''the sweet, poetical
pot-pourri"
Every bit of it." said Ferdinand.
But his uncle listened gravely 10 the
tale, when the young man came home
late in the moonlight, with his heart
full of his love affairs.
"Humphw said Uncle Barlow.
"How many pictures did you sell dur
ing the past year."
1.-TWO, sir"
cat how much?' ?'
"Seventy-five dollars each" reluctant
ly admitted Ferdinand.
"Humph!" again grunted this re-
lentless old Rhadamanthus. "And you
expect to maintain a wife and her
mother and four sisters, on a hundred
and fifty dollars a year"
81 shall manage to maintain them in
some way, sir" said the unabashed
nephew. "Theres always the Ear
West. ycu KNOW
Uncle Barlow laughed.
81 think can manage to do better
than that for you, you young scamp
said he. "lf you had turned back this
morning when 1 sent for you, instead
of pelting off to the manor house, as if
it was a question Of life or death, you
would have learned that old Framing
ham had been overhauled in London,
en- route for Van Dieman's Land,
gorged with plunder, like an old leech"
"What, sir" shouted Ferdinand.
"The Greyton's defaulting lawyer?"
"Himself, and meme other" said
Uncle Barlow. 1--WE had cable tele-
graph at eleven o'clock. Mrs. Grey
tons money is all safe in the hands of
our London agent"
"But, SIR gasped Ferdinand, "how
do you come to know this 2"
"Old Dorrance Greyton did me a
favor once, when 1 was struggling
man." said Mr.. Barlow. It was not
my intention to stand by and see his
widow defrauded without some slight
effort in her behalf. 1t seems that
was just in time"
so there was an end TO GreytOn
troubles. They kept the old manor
house. Ferdinand Houghton set up
his studio there in one of the great
north-lighted rooms, and Mrs. Houghton
makes pot-pourris every year, of rose.
leaves.
And as fast as the other girls marry
off-which is by no means a slow busi-
ness. for they are every one of them
handsome--she gives them each a
wedding present of sweet conserve Of
scented leaves, in an ol5-Griental jar.
"For pot-pourris are lucky!" she
saws. with the Wisest Of mods,