Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1891-04-02

return.
She went directly to Testers cham
Der.
"You must tell me your past history,
child" said Mrs. Varley, in deter
mined but not unkindly tone.
ooh, madam, ] pray you pardon me,
but can not, can not tell it!''
"Then it has been one of shame and
guilt?"
"For time, of shame, madam" an
swered the young girl, with flushed
cheek, "but never Of guilt"
What was it that caused Mrs. Varley
to start so suddenly and stagger half
fainting to seat at Hester's dressing
table?
"Who-whose likeness is that?" she
exclaimed, in scarce articulate voice,
pointing to an open miniature on the
table.
"My mother's," Hester answered.
"Then you are Florence Marvins
child?"
THAT was, indeed, my mothers
name"
"More, you are the daughter of my
only brother, George Haywood, for
Florence Marvin was his wife"
With stifled cry, she who had be-
lieved herself alone and friendless in
the world fell on her linswoman's neck
and wept tears of mingled gladness and
sorrow.
Her story, which Hester had refused
to confide to a strangers ears, she now
willingly impaired to one from whom
she felt she had no longer any right to
withhold it,
That her brother had married in
opposition to her fathers wishes, and
had been disinherited in consequence.
was already known to Abigail Marley
but what distant spot he had selected
for his home, and what had befallen him
there she had nevsr learned.
The story was sad enough:
After few toilsome, but not unhap-
Ply, years-for they were spent in the
loved society of his wife and child-a
dire calamity had fallen upon George
Haywood. lie came under suspicion OF
a fearful crime. A network of circum-
stances too intricate for mans wit to
disentangle environed him, and he was
condemned to die. The stern Judgment
was carried into effect, and the exc
cuted murderer's despised widow
sought concealment for herself and
child in change of place and name
Long, long years afterwards the trutl
was discovered; but the judicial muir.
der had passed among the things ire
vocable. The poor widow died at last
died broken-hearted, but with one
consolation; She had lived to see her
husbands innocence indicated.
And this, my poor child, is the
shame Of which you spole?"
''My life has known no other"
Not many days after, Hester was sent
to one of the first seminaries in the
land, for she had yet time enough t.
avail herself of opportunities of culture
hitherto beyond her reach. Her aun,
and she kept their own counsel. Cous.
ms Rogers and Dick only knew that tn,
object of their solicitude had disap-
peared, and probably congratulated
themselves on the success of their vir.
tuous stratagem.
After time, Mr.. Parker, Cousin Abb
gals lawyer, was sent for, and after
that the good lady seemed wonderfully
revived in health and spirits. At hel
next birthday the prospect of 'many
happy returns" produced any thing
but happy effect on the two expect
ant COUSINS who began to think that
after all, the life tables might not be
infallible. But her time came at last
and, within decent period after the
sad event, Cousins Roger and Dick were
duly summoned to attend the reading
of Abigail Varley's will.
They were good deal startled at tho
sight of their old enemy, the strange
girl.
Poor Tabby, as if seeking consolation
in her bereavement, leaped upon tn,
knee of her old friend Dick, who
stroled her back pathetically, but 6
little nervously. Pompey, who tool
things more philosophically, stretched
himself out for a snooze at the feet O
Roger
Mr.. Parker, drawing from his poke
the document, proceeded to read it
The introduction was long and formal
But, bark! there's something coming
now:
ITO my cousin, Richard Figgins"-
Richard looked at Roger in triumph
81 give and bequeath"-
You could have heard both thei
| hearts beat.
lin consideration of the natura
love and affection which l have lonl
observed between them
Dick looked puzzled
my favorite cat Tabby"-
Dick gave Tabby furious stroke tn,
wrong way.
''And no more of my estate
With fling that betokened a mos
emphatic remuneration of the legacy
Tabby was sent mewing and spittin,
to the furthest corner of the room.
ITO my cousin, Roger Smith
1t was Rogers turn to triumph.
I'm consideration of the l-e natu
raj love and Affection
Roger began to feel suspicious.
81 give and bequeath my dog Pom
pey, and no more of my estate"
With violent kick Pompey was sen
spinning after the cat; and the fear O
her who had so long kept the peace be
tween them being no longer befor
their eyes, the pent-up enmity of year
found vent in an uproarious fight, in tn
noise of which the voice of the old law
yer was almost drowned; but the words
''rest and residue of my estate-nicct
Hester, Haywood" were sufficient
audible, and Cousins Dick and Roge
stayed to hear no more.-N. Y. Evenin
World.
Not an Asylum Subject.
Stranger-That man is evidentl
crazy. Why is he not put in an asylum