Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1893-11-27

Inc fair faces were pressed caress::EE~.s
to his brow and Lillian gently answered:
Suspense will be harder to endure
than any misfortune we may share with
| you and mother.
''You are right. my darling We have
no intention to conceal aught from our
children or leave you in needless sus-
pense Our business during our so
journ abroad has been. by criminal mis-
management. ruined. and it now only
remains for us to arrange a settlement
in the most honorable manner and begin
life anew.
An acknowledgment of failure al
ways brings to the young d kind of mys-
terious awe. shrinking from the first
step into an unknown and untried re-
gion, and the father felt the dear forms
his arms encircled tremble for a mo-
ment but that soon passed when they
observed their mothers calmness, and
Lillian replied:
''But why did Mrs. LIE Barron speak
of you so bitterly. father? Surely you
did not merit such fearful accusations
mo, indeed" exclaimed George .sShe
may thank her own extravagant folly for
it ALL Her husband would never have
ventured on such measures as that of
which he was guilty during fathers alb
sence if she had not SO wickedly in
volved him by her insane love of dis
play No blame can possibly rest upon
our father"
'sAh, yes, my son. In trusting so i'm
plicitly to another's honor or judgment
am to blame. The principal of an extern
sive and complicated business like ours
should never relax his vigilance"
"But, father, will not your loss in this
failure be as heavy as the others?"
eyes. my Lilly. By far the largest
proportion"
ssThen why did that wicked woman
cast unjust aspersions on your said Rose,
with excitement.
''None of the members of the company
will credit her words, nor indeed the
business world generally, my pet. The
unkind language you heard was simply
she ebullitions of a disappointed and am
bitious woman, who should receive our
pity rather than our harsh censure.'
But, dear papa. tell me, please, is this
failure so severe that any will lose or
suffer by your
able to pay every penny. Your eyes can
meet the gaze of the universe fearless
ly and sure that none is impoverished
through our losses
''Then who cares. or why should we
all look pale and anxious over this?' re-
piled the bright girl, clapping her hands
joyously.
"But, little one, are you aware that to
do this we must leave our pleasant home,
resign all the appliances of ease and lux
,ury that now surround us, lose caste
among many of your companions, while
we labor and economic strictly to be
able to supply the family with the bare
comforts of life? How can my darlings
endure this great and sudden changer"
''Grandly, my dear papa. don't dis
like the change at all. was telling sis
ter but few days ago that our mode of
life was not satisfactory. being, as it has
always been, utterly useless. For years
we have been simple works of art J
about the house for others to look after
and arrange in suitable lights. In the
morning we cannot rise till Marie or
Therese comes to dress us, and all day
long they dance attendance upon our
whims. At night we must be disrobed
and put to bed like little babies. have
long felt dissatisfied with myself, be-
cause / was conscious that / was not de-
veloping all the powers God had given
me and yet could not understand how
to change the daily routine of busy
nothings. Now we may at least learn
what hands and feet were made for"
'sBut, dear father" said the eldest sis
ter, with some hesitation, 81 thought
our mother had fortune invested in
her own name, entirely subject to her
control, to provide for just such an
emergency as this. That surely will
supply all your wants. Then why speak
of returning to the hard labor and close
calculations of your younger days? Your
children will cheerfully do that. Our
parents should rest now and allow us
to learn the same useful lessons you so
wisely practiced in your youth
"Why, my dear girl said Mrs. New
ton, smiling, ''your thoughts seem to
run in the same channel as your brother |
Georges"
'They often do that, mother" said |
George, throwing his arm lovingly |
around his sister.
s'And do not mine also, Sir Brother?" |
asked Rose with an injured air.
''No, Skylark; oh, no. Your thoughts
soar singing up to heavens high ARCH
and thence descend upon us with sun
shine and rosy hues in the darkest hour,
you darling little sunbeam, your
s'But, Rosie, what will Jasper say to |
this hasty descent and all this talk about |
learning the use of hands and feet, eh?
fear that he will rebel at the two years
probation yet to be passed and spirit you
off to that southern Eden he so enthusi-
astically portrays to prevent you from
sharing with us the changes we antici-
pate.''