Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1886-02-19
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Hugh Beverley never meant to mar
ry. He had been OF that way of think
ing for ten years or more now, and he
was at present six-and-thirty. r..
His sister, Mrs. Valentine, was there
fore quite safe in counting so confident
" upon his portion OF the Beverley
property going to her two little boys,
one of whom was his bachelor uncles
godchild and favorite.
p Hugh Beverley had no earthly objec-
tion to her thus counting. Only he
sometimes wished she would not
make her anticipations so visible. 1t
would be in better taste to veil them
more.
However, poor Clara had always
been rather worldly. And with
this reflection Beverley folded
that lady's letter-scented and sealed
with crest-and walked down the
stairs of the little Tyrolean inn, where
he was temporarily stopping in his
wanderings, and out upon the covered
balcony, which commanded a view OF
the quantity picturesque village street.
He had been sitting there with
meditative cigar some little time when
hurried footsteps reused him from his
reverie, and he saw slender slip OF p
girl, very young, and looking very
frightened and white, hastily accost
thelandlord and speak to him.
The man gave some reply, and the
girl turned quickly, almost running up
the street. Mine host sauntered into
the house and presently re-emerged.
"a bad business-a bad buslness!"
shaking his head. ''That lady is very
ILL.,"
1.-THE mother OF that young girl?"
asked Beverley, putting two and two
together.
HYes; they have been here some
weeks. The mothers been going rap
idly. Bad business-bad business!
The girl, poor thing! did not
seem to fear anything serious. Guess
there isn't much money either" con-
cluded the man, evidently on his own
interest intent.
"Who are they-Americans?' quer-
led Beverley.
Yes, they were countrywomen ofhis,
or rather, the young girl was, for in
the course Of the night, the mother,
whose name was registered on mine
hosts books, "Mrs. Robert Ventnor,
New York" passed away, leaving her
daughter alone.
Beverley did not learn OF the death
until the next morning.
He was leaving his room, when in
the hall, he came upon the landlord
and his wife, talking in slightly lower
ed voices, and with expressive shrugs
OF the shoulders.
A neighboring door stood open, and
a stark form, covered with q sheet,
within, told the tale. Near the bed
sat the young girl of yesterday-mo-
tionless, with clasped hands and a rig
id face.
'I'here's no money to do anything
WITH" said the landlord, with another
shrug OF the shoulders, to Beverley.
"Good heavens!" the latter stood
appalled,; don't let that stand in the
way. I'll do anything that is to be-
DONE" $500. e. = 20
The landlord made a sign to the girl
inside the room, and before Beverley
could divine his purpose, she stood
before them. s$7% ~ = -N'f
This gentleman says he will pay
everything for yon," announced the
man; there's something left on the
bill, too," he added in a lower tone.
rs Hewas really no harder and no
worse than many of his fellow-creat,
ures; he simply had the bump OF
acquisitiveness very largely develop
N beverley looked at the girl with a
sudden deep pity. She stood tall and
straight in her shabby black dress.
IA She glanced up at him with her large
mournful eyes. s5as DIFF =
'sThanki you,'' abe said. No muscle
Of her face moved. I'D 5@s Il i. @
Poor child! She is stunned, 2 thought
Beverley. The pale girlish face pur.
sued him all that day.
On the next day all that was mortal
of Mrs. Ventnor was laid to rest in the
little graveyard, with it's fantastic
iron crosses and groteeque beaded
wreaths hanging on the same, at the
end Of the village street, thousands Of
miles from her native land. Perhaps
it was happy release. She had been
q wAnderer for years, going about
from place to place in search Of health
that would not come at the bidding;
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