Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1886-04-30

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so anxious to continue. The shoemaker
received the letter by the evening mail
and took it to his shop to read. His
light was poor and so were his eyes. He
reached the statement of Joe's wish, and
he began to read aloud, giving the letter
his own punctuation: Want-to git
holt-of an ovid man-who-'n The
shoemaker halted. "What's thatl" he
asked, looking at the word lived "Och!
why don't people write as they manel
an sure it's hired, if it's iver anything.
Ah, yis, and we'll begin again; AN ovid
man who hired about little-house-
that had a-gardin'-I see il t what he
Names"
Then Joe mentioned the location of
this house with garden, and the sho9-
maker now shook his head triumphantly.
'Ah, yis, he names Michael Vazey,
who did work spell in that little spot
among the trase; an this nice young cap
tain, who must have fine gardin, wants
to hire Michael. Yis now see it, an
wonder l was so stupid as niver to see it
before. Och, I,have it now, sure, intire-
ly. will sind Michael along to him. as
there's nothin' like goin' yersilf, and it
may be that Madame Vazey would like
to 90, too. OF coorse she would"
Who should arrive the next day but an
old gentleman accompanied by an old
lady, inquiring if Joe was the man who
wanted some one to take care of his
grounds, presenting at the same time a
note from the shoemaker, with his "com-
plimints."
"Well, this is a scrape!" thought Joe.
He would not however, send the old
man back, but obtained elsewhere q
chance for him to work. Grandpa Yea
zey and Grandma Veazey, as they called
one another, were both asthmatic, and
Joe remembered them generally as
Grandpa and Grandma Wheezy. The 9TH
er parties from whom Joe tried to hear
were seemingly lost to him as eTeotually
as the ship to the steamer rushing past
it on the Atlantic. But Joe did not for
get the young lady. AS we draw aside
the vail from some old portrait carefully
protected from light and dust, so Joe in
his musings would unvail the face hid
den in his memory and look at it.
81 will never marry till see its origi-
nal" declared Joe. And that night of
the storm he did not wish to 60 and see
even his own orphan" 1t was such a
night for a quiet, contemplative hour
several hours by the side of his own fire.
Nobody would be likely to call.
But knock, knock, knock!
Come in r' shouted the disappoint ed
Joe to the person rapping at the door,
1t was "Graudpa Wheezy," a wrinkled
old man with broken, husky voice.
Good -avenin, Mr.-D anforth. l am
very-sorry-to to disturb-ye-but could
ye-come down-to see the ovid lady?"
"Oh, yesl" said Joe; and at the same
time he thought: 81 shan't have to go
and see the orphan That settles it."
''Is your wife sick to-night9" he asked.
"Oh-vir-ry, sir! he-can't-stop-
long-sure.
They made their way through the
storm as fast as possible. Climbing the
dark stairs that led to the old peoples
rooms in a tenement-house, Joe heard
singing. The old man heard it also, and
he whispered
"Hush Them's-the angels! She's
goncw
"Do you think she is dead2"
"She be-
"Oh, no. That's not an angel singing,
though good singing"
''But I don't know" thought Joe,
listening eagerly, as he pushed the door
open.
The owner of the voice was apparently
young, and with deep feeling and more
than ordinary skill was singing Crock
of Ages" She stopped, having COM
pleted the hymn.
Il wish-ye would-go on, darlin't,
said the old woman, feebly. at gives
me-comfort.
'I'm here to-look after-ye now,'
said the old man. "She must go-it-
may be-"
'If l don't come again, don't forget
what | have sid to you," said the
singer. II think ought to go now"
AS the young lady, with averted face,
moved toward the door, Grandpa Veazey
said:
'Ive got-some wood-down in the -
mkt. intry-and its right-in the way
sure. I'll have,-it out of the way. Let
me go ahid."
The young lady had passed out of the
room, and was waiting down on the
stairs for the removal of wood that 10,
and grandpa had both stumbled against
in their journey up stairs.
"Stupid!' thought Joe, who was in the
old ladys chamber. "Why don't | holG
the light for those in the dark entry
( Grandpa took none, and don't know as
he had second one to take"
He held the lamp out in the pas
sagcway, its light fell down upoI
the stairs where the lady stood wait
ing for grandpa, who was removing th'
wood further on. The singer turneC
and lifted her face so that the light fel
upon it. Joe started. He saw no longe
a lady on stairway near which toiled al
old man; but out in the leafy country h
say person halt, dozen years younge
than the singer, yet having the same form
the same face and the same wonde fu
eyes! Shock number three from the bat
terry, after all these long years! H
wanted to rush to her, speak to her, as
her who she was, where she lived. "Mr
Danforth Mr.. Danforth!n sang out
voice
1t was the old woman calling to hir
from her sick-room.
81 want to spake to ye!"
awkward, this is" thought Joe
''Well, they can tell me who she is.
II want to tel ye-something -tha
maybe good--fur ye," said the ol
lady to Joe, who had now returned.
"What's her name?" lie asked, eagerly
: "Name2 | don't know-what We ca
it-but--it's- s-some kind--of railroad
|, stock--and l can-tel We where to fin
it. It's not much good now they say
but they--say iv'ry time-it's comm u
and if-I die-it's yours 4"