Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1885-02-18
Gales aud Sketthes.
FIFTY POUNDS REWARD.
Continued from yesterday. J


dull winter morning of which have now
to speak, she had risen from her high
backed chair in front of the bright steel
fender at the sound of the postman's
knock, and advanced to meet the elderly
servant, who brought in the letters on
silver salver
"None from him." said the old lady,
when she was alone again, turning over
four letters. eagerly in search of hand
writing that was not there. Poor and
proud, like his father Well, I've seen
such folly in my time. but if he refuses
my offer. question if there is compan-
ion idiot for such a man ~
1t was three weeks since she had writ
ten to Tom Craven, addressing her letter
to Brown a. Co., by whom she thought he
was employed, and offering to overlook
the hideous mistake he had made in mar
rying penniless orphan girl, and to de-
vote substantial sum to further his pros
poets in lite On the very morning 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., regretting that they
could do nothing to help him, and incos-
ing Miss Greybrook's letter, which had
been living nearly three weeks at their of.
flee.
Clara, with the sadness of the nights
struggle still upon her. ran down the rick
ETY. old stairs at the sound of the postman's
knock. and received the letter tor her hus-
band. 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 unheeded to the floor,
while the envelope they enclosed was torn
eagerly open. Clara, looking over his
shoulder, read, too, and then. with one
glance at the renewed lite and vigor in his
worn. anxious face. she relinqushed her
role of bravery, and cried out the misery
of months in his arms. Robbie walked.
and BERTHE crawled to the scene of action,
and seeing their mother in tears. lent a
shrill cry 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 had
returned, Tom spoke iOyOusly.
Now wife. sell something of your small
store and send telegram from me to the
dear old girl ~
her tears, show disrespecful ~
But the telegram was sent and brought
in solemn wonderment to Miss Greybrook
before 10 O'Clock, by the postmaster him
self. 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 fly to be in readiness
to catch the next up train, and that her
fur travelling cloak and boots should be
put on the fire Immediately.
In the anxiety that all the domestics
felt to take share in the general excite
ment, 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
sheepskn rug beside the drawing room
fender. However, vouchsafing never a
word of explanation, 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 ll.foggy shades of London win.
two little faces were pressed against the
SilIll up NlIiuOW VI ii uOuSc Ill w tSl-
minister street. as Il cab drove up.
$50 and bring her up stairs. Clara"
said Tom. 81 can't 90 in my slippers -
"FeS-but I'm so afraid of her ~
All fears were obliged to disappear,
however, for the object of them had not
waited to be brought up. She had init mi
dated 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 law
person had preceded the strange lady rap
idly up so many flights, that on reaching
the top landing Miss Greybrook stood ST.
lent 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 Robbie and BERTHE, she grimly
smiled and remarked aloud. but to her.
sell, evidently:
Children, of course-being as poor as
church mice.'
Looking around the wretched room and
shaking the three chairs, she chose the
least ricketv and sat down.
"Pack up-haven't got much to pack
that can see. You must all come back
with me tonight"
Tom Craven and his wife exchanged
glances, and at last Tom deferentially
ventured to speak:
"You see. dear god-mother, we've
need few things to make us presentable
at your house."
"Eh what? My house is my own
Come as you are
The worst must be said then But
please excuse such state of matters, but
I've got no boots!'
Boots my godson without boots
Here, Clara-that's your name. believe
run out. and buy all you need tor every
body, and let us get out of this place, for
| can't breathe"
Away ran poor Clara, holding the fat
purse Miss Greybrook pushed into her
hand, and all unconscious what she car
ried in it. 1t felt so full. however, that
she took cab and drove first to boot
shop, where she purchased for her hus-
band, her children and herself
Then came a big overcoat for Tom. and
wraps for the little ones-and she told the
cabman to drive home fast. She had paid
for her purchase with gold. and bank
notes cracked as she closed the purse.
Miss Greybrook carried out her inten-
ton. and hustled them all to the station.
The children slept all the way in the COM
Portable first-class carriage. 1t was IL