Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1895-10-10

Other persons than the malicious cap,
tain might have seen something indis,
Greet in the scene that met the view OF
the worthy Mrs. Whitford.
The room was small chamber with
well-stocked bookshelf; and, sitting
in large armchair, was singularly
handsome young man, reading aloud to
n girl, who reclined on low chair be-
side him, listening in wrapt attention.
So enthralled was the young listener,
as she sat with lips apart eagerly drink
ing In the sonorous accents, that she
did not notice the interruption.
Not so with the young man. There
was no startled flush on his face as he
raised his frank, brown eyes to the in
conner, and said pleasantly: "That's
right, Mrs. Whitford, come and join
our studies We are reading Nicholas
Nickleby,' by Charles Dickens, and, as
the scene lies in your loved Yorkshire,
you may be somewhat interested"
shay, nay, Measter Grey" said the
woman, whose suspicious had been
aroused, notwithstanding her defiant
tone to her husband, but who now
blushed for her momentary lack of con-
fdence. "Oi but COON to tell zee that
.supper's welly ready, an the lass mum
lay the cloth. An it's much obligated
Oh am to thee vor givin' her thy book
larnin', Measter Grey. It's little OF
ever had mysen, an them as hasna an
edication knows best how to vally one."
Frank Grey smiled as he closed the
book, while the woman and girl slowly
left the room, the latter pausing mo-
ment to pour forth in sweet, low voice
her thanks for the treat afforded her.
If the front of the house presented
bleak and desolate aspect, the windows
of Grey's room looked out on beauti-
full landscape of varied scenery.
On right and left the rugged hills,
crowned with sturdy frs; in the dis
lance long sheeny expanse of lake
covered with scrub; and, in the far
background, the sun, setting in all the
luxurious splendor of the last anguish
ing days of an Indian summer.
The young man drew his chair to the
easement, and sat gazing upon the
panorama of beauty that lay before
him, thoughtfully watching the sun go
down behind the hill and the shadows
of the trees lengthen as the orb of day
sank slowly out of view.
Suddenly, in the dusk, his attention
was attracted to a figure that stood
prominent in well-defned outline on
the top of one of the hills-the form Of
stout man, who for some time stood
,peering with his face turned in the
direction of the Whitford house.
Presently the fir trees at his back
were parted, and another person joined
the first conner. The manner of these two
was peculiar. They were apparently
engaged in earnest conversation, and
was that the stout man again
and again pointed at the window of his
chamber, though, of course, at that
distance it was absurd to suppose they
could even be aware of his presence
there.
This continued gesticulation aroused
in the breast of the young school
master an anxiety he could not dispel-
sort of coming-event-casts
before-it feeling he could not express.
please, Mr.. Grey, mother says"
called a pleasant voice, as the door OF
the room gently opened, ''are you ready
for supper now?"
"Come here, Elsie" eagerly request
ed the young man. "Can your bright
eyes make out who are those persons
on yonder hill?"
The girl stood by him, with his hand
resting on her shoulder, peering out
into the gloom.
Yes, her eyes were very bright, and
her face was like the chiseled sweet