The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1889-07-04

her conscience, returned all the letters TO
the business address printed on tho last,
but refused to furnish him with Hetty's
address.
al should have found you some way,
dear" he wrote, "but accident helped
me, My cousin is one of the bookkeep-
ers at the 'Women's Exchange, and to-
night ! found her crying over letter
that had been given her to answer. 1t
was yours, Hetty, and l am not ashamed
to tell you, that / cried too--with Joy
that found you, and sorrow that you
were in trouble, You can be sure that
| started for carpet store Mt once, but
they were all shut up, so flew home to
write this to you.
"The poor old duifer (eycuse me,
mean clergyman shall have his carpet as
fast as steam can carry il to him, il one
with yard-wide roses on bright green
ground, is still an article of commerce in
these aesthetic days, And, my darling, |
hope to get to you as soon rs the carpet,
for will trust no more to letters. An.
other night shall find me speeding to-
ward my little girl, who shall never es-
cape me again, for il cannot persuade
you to leave that wild place, my pearl of
pearls, my long-lost jewel that am fly
ing to claim, shall give up the tempt.
ing prospect Of junior partnership in
our firm and turn cowboy and stay
with you there"
The sick mans happiness was pathetic.
He rejoiced in Hetty's innocent joy at
having her lovers truth proved, but his
enfeebled mind dwelt most on the pros
pect Of having his dearest wish gratifed,
The lover arrived before the carpet,
which he assured them was speedily to
follow. It would have accompanied him,
but little time was required to pack and
ship it, and he was too impatient to wait.
The old mans eyes kindled with almost
youthful fire when, replying to his eager
questions, Allen described the glories of
the new carpet. He had grown too
weak to sit up, but, as he piteously ex-
planned, "He'd feel more like getting
about when he had carpet to walk on.
An roses on it, too" he whispered to
Hetty, as she gave him drink, "like
them big posies, mebbe, tibet me an her
stood upon to get merried. l wuz too
shamefaced to look the minister in the
eye fore all her folks, so l stared down
at the big red noses, an thought how
glad I'd be ter give her poises to walk on
all her days."
The sun was setting when the grinding
of heavy wheels and the transfers loud
whoas to his horses, as they brought the
loaded wagon to the door, broke the
awed silence that the approach of death
imposes upon even the most thoughtless.
The sounds Weakened the old man, who
had lain for hours in half stupor. at
has GOMEZ" he exclaimed, joyfully. "The
carpets comet liam feared amt
got strength to walk on it much, but any
how twill be here for the funeral, an
there won't be no trompin' an stompin'
on bare boards"
They ran to the door to hurry the treas
urein, and with eager hands cut the cord ,
and tore the coarse wrappings from the
roll, fastening to throw length on the
floor before the bed where the dying man
lay with his face turned outward.
There it was, respondent in the glories
of its big, old-fashioned roses. But the
spirit that had longed for it so fervently
had taken its silent flight beyond the sun,
to the golden city where the roses of
paradise bloom fadeless forever.-Har.
per's Basar.