Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1891-12-10

stood a duly
respectable and characterless on that
June morning as its hundreds of dup
Heated neighbors.
Inside there was the awed stiffness of
the presence of the king of terrors.
For Number Six was dead.
Mrs. Evesham, the landlady, had an
ticipated his fate from the moment that,
summoned by her chambermaid, she
had found him delirious and writing
with pain on his bed; the physician,
who had arrived just five minutes too
late to be of service, had dropped the
limp. cold hand with professional in
difference and pronounced life extinct
and the coroner had already given notice
of his intention to hold an inquest on
the body.
Poor Mrs. Evesham was plunged into
sincere grief at the catastrophe, for not
only was her tender nature touched by
the sudden and awful incident, but she
saw, at critical time in her affairs,
one of the principal sources of her
income abruptly cutoff.
Ambrose Arlington = the unhappy
Number Six-had been to her prince
of dodgers, prompt and liberal, unob-
trusive, easily satisfied, and, in the brief
communication she had had with him,
urbane and considerable. His very re-
serve, which to some might have been
obnoxious, was to her, who had seen
more prosperous days, his best recon-
mendation, for she had not long reigned
over the fortunes of the present domi.
cile.
Nor must it be understood that the
house was a common boarding place.
No lone bachelor in that well-regulated
establishment growled over the tough
ness Of his beefsteak nor bewailed the
feebleness of his coffee. Only room
ers," and those of the very best class,
found an abiding place under its hospi-
table roof.
70 the inmates il was not sociable
way of living, for they knew little or
nothing of each other, while among the
servants their individuality was obliter-
ated and they were only spoken of by
the numbers of their rooms. Thus in
this democratic atmosphere every
guests name became absorbed in the
humble figures painted on his chamber
door.
With some of her patrons Mrs. Eve
sham did enjoy passing acquaintance,
but this man. Ambrose Arlington, who
now lay dead in number six, was as
much stranger to her as though he
had not dwelt beneath her roof.
The whole Evesham family sat in
mournful consultation over the morn
ing's disaster. There was the widow
herself. still in the generous summer of
life, retaining the matured beauty of
the sweet girl face which, sixteen years
ago. had won the love of the light
hearted Hal Evesham, the prince of
good fellows and life and soul of the
press club. who was now lying at rest
in Brooklyn cemetery, and had left, all
me- such pittance for his wife and
little ones TO begin the world upon
There was blue-eyed. brown-haired
Alice, thoughtful maiden of thirteen;
there was Kate. the exuberant, of
twelve, whose wild, glorious hair would
not keep out of her sparkling eyes; and
last. though not least in the widows
estimation. Harry, Rtat ten. whose
short, crisp. auburn curls were in per
feet sympathy with his clear, sharp, in
teliigent features and trim figure.
They were sounding fearful peans of
praise to the virtues of the dead.
so quiet and regular in his pay
ments. sighed the widow, with prac-
teal sympathy.
80 delightfully."- mysterious" muir
INJURED Alice.
Never scolded when he caught me
stufling paper in the keyhole of his
door. moaned Kate.
Nor blabbed to ma when hit him
on the head with my ball. though of
course didn't mean to, :" whined Harry.
He must have been rich, for he
seemed to follow no profession. yet had
always plenty of money" Mrs. Evesham
continued, still. poor soul. harping on
the loaves and fishes.
Then, 70 think that next Tuesday
his sister is 70 arrive from London on
the steamer. Alice lamented what
on earth we shall say to the poor girl
or what we shall do with her when she
comes | am sure do not know. man
darling"