The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1888-10-25

II should think you might teach"
said he.
II did try it." said Miss Archdale.
Il was governess in private family"
Sand why did you give 1t up''
us this a eatechismf said Miss Amy
smiling. "Well, Ihavo no objection to
answering. Do you want to tell me the
plain truthT
Certainly"
swell, then, It was because my
lady employer did not like to have
her grown.up son address mo with COM
mon politeness. Perhaps she thought !
was endeavoring to fascinate him, but
she was entirely mistaken"
"Oh," said Mr.. Perkins. 'Please
write down your address,"
''Are you really going to give me
some copying to dor she asked eagerly.
II am going to try you."
For tho first time tears came into her
eyes.
"Tll try my worry best; indeed !
WILL" she faltcred. 'For-1 don't
mind t,lling you novel; haven't got q
single subscription, and I was SO dis.
couragedr'
And so Miss Amy Archdale walked
off with red-tape-tied parcel of pa
pers under her shawl.
''If she docs them we'll aud prompt
ly," said Mr.. Perkins, in asort of men.
tai soliloquy, 'there's no reason why I
can't let her have some moro work. II
she doesn't. it won't be the first case of
female swindIiug in New York. But
she has pretty, innocent little face,
too Hang it, Two half a mind to 60
around to her address on the sly and
see if she is really deserving object Of
charity, Twas going to say. But it
isn't. Sac wants work, not aims.
There's always somebody wanting in
this great, chattering bedlam of a city
of ours" added Mr.. Perkins, irately,
as he drove off two match boys, an
apple girl, and vendcr of pins and
shoe.string, from his doorstep.
MI. Perkins followed up his crotchet
and walked up to Meassey street
about dusk that self.sam, evening,
needless of snow and sleet.
''Does a lady named Archdalc live
hcrea' he asked in the grocery which
occupied the first floor.
"Yes, sir. she d." the grocer's wife
interrupted, pushing herself before hol
husband. ''and a nice, hard-working
young lady she is as ever breathei the
breath of life, and pays her rent regular
every Saturday night if she has to live
oa cup of cold water and crust.
And if she's got any rich relations
"You mistake my purpose" said Mr.
Perkins, coldly. II am no rich relation
to any one."
Yet the woman's testimony, coarse and
rudely given as l. was. unconsciously
influenced him in Amy Arch iale's favor.
She brought the foiios next day,
neat, lcgib c, and without blot OF
crazurc-and M. Perkins gave hel
some more work.
"You nceda't bring it," said he. g.
Il have business that way, and Il cal
for it mysell!'
"We haven't seen your Uncle Elish'
lately, dear" said Mrs. Molyneux Mar
tin to her eldest daughter. "Kat,
must work PEN wiper for him and 20.
must embroider him a pair Of slippers
1t won't do 10 let him lose sight of hi
nearest relatives"
'Ma," said Miss Katharine, 'it's
rity you discouraged Miss Archdale 81
suddenly, because she was so handy a
fancy work."
"And besides" added Edith Rosa
belle. 'ft really and truly wasn't he
fault because Walter chose to max
eyes at her."
"Don't u,c such vulgar expressions
my dear" said the mamma. ''She wa
pert, bold faced thing, and woult
have clopcd with your dear brother i
she had remained in the house anothe
week. Aud told her so, pretty plainly
too! What's that2 Tho postman
Give me tho letters at once, Edi.l
R2ssbsllel'
"Somc body has sent u, weddin,
cards" cried the youngest hope of tn
family Of Molyaeux Martin. "Open it
mamma, quick, and let US see who the,
are FROM"
Mrs Molyncux Martin hastily tor
open the envelope, and giving on
glance at its contents, fell backwar'
with hysterical scream.
elisha Perkins!' sho shrieked
"Girls, it's your uncle! Alas, my poor
disinhcrited pets!"
For Mrs. Molyneux Martin had edu
Gated her daughters in the full belle
that each and every one of them was
b, an heiress in the right of Unclc Eli
sha Perkins money.
But, mamm,, who's the brilel VIII
has he married. You don't tell u, til
uamc,' persisted Katharine. VIII, wa
. endowed with goodly spice of Mothe
Ewes bequest.
81 don't know! I don't care! +!
screamed Mrs. Molyneux Martin, tai
} ping the soles of her s.ippercd feet o
the carpet in way that threatened
/ yet more violent attack OF Mysteries.
"Pick up the cards. Kathie, an
look" urged E nth Rosabelie.
"Amy Archdale," she read out loud
"Why, ma, its tho goveraess you di
charged. It's our Miss Archdale.
.,Tha old foolf T. shriekel Mrs Mol,