Daily public ledger. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1892-191?, 1896-06-20

said the visitor in disappointed tone,
"and that l would have liked to have
seen him"
II will tell him." said the lcdy, as she
was about to close the door.
"Hold! There is one question more.
What has become of Alexander's sister
Anna?"
81 don't know much about her" was
the rather disdainful reply, "but
think she married clerk or some such
person. His name is Lowe and he lives
in Norton street. Is that ALP"
"That is ALL"
The old man turned his steps toward
the street indicated with many forebod-
ings lest his second visit might be as
unwelcome as the first.
Charles" said Mrs. Beaumont as
she closed the door, 'if that old man
comes again be sure and not forget
to tell him am not at home"
Norton street was not a fashionable
street, nor was the two-story dwelling
occupied by William Lowe either hand
some or costly. 1t was marked, how
ever, by an air of neatness which indi-
Gated that its tenants were not regard
less of outward appearance.
We will take the liberty of introduce
ing the reader to little sitting-room,
where Mrs. Lowe and her three children
were seated. The furniture, though
of kind that would hardly be selected
for drawing-room, had a comfortable,
homelike appearance, which amply sat
ished the desire of those who derived
their happiness from higher and less
mutable force than outside show. Mrs.
Lowe was engaged in an employment
which is tabooed in all fashionable So
ciety--that is, darning stockings.
Emma, a girl of ten, was brushing
the hearth, which the ashes from the
CRATE, in which blazing fire was now
burning, had somewhat disordered,
while Mary, who was two years young
er, was reading. Charley, little rogue
Of five, who had a smiling face which
could not help looking roguish, was
srroking the cat the wrong way, much
TO the disturbance of poor tabby, who
had quietly settled herself down to
pleasant dreams on the hearthrug.
All at once a loud knock was heard
at the door.
Emma" said the mother, 'you may
go to the door and see who il is, and in
vito the person in. for it is a cold day"
Emma Immediately obeyed her moth
er's directions.
,'Is Mrs. Lowe at home?" inquired
Henry Beaumont, for il was he.
"Yes, sir" said Emma; "please walk
in and you may see her"
She ushered the old man into the COM
Portable sitting-room, where Mrs. Lowe
rose to receive him.
81 believe" he said. "Fm not mistaken
in thinking that your name before mar
riage was Anna Beaumont"
"You are right; that was my name"
And have you no recollection of an
uncle that wandered away from home
and friends and from whom no tidings
have come for many long year?'
Yes, sir, I remember him well-my
Uncle Hcnry-and | have many times
wished I could hear something from
him. Can you give me any informa-
tion?"
81 cantor I am he"
you, my uncle?" said Mrs. Lowe, in
surprise. Then, indeed, you are well
come. Emma, bring your uncle the
armchair and place il close to the fire.
and, Mary, bring your fathers slippers,
for i am sure your dear uncle must long
to get off those heavy boots. And now,
uncle, when You are quite rested, must
demand n recital of your adventures"
But your brother, AIeSander?7 in
terrupted Mr.. Beaumont. LET me first
inquire about him. He lives in town
now, does he not?"
\ light cloud came over Mrs, loves
face.
yes" she said, ''he does live in town;
yet, strange as it may appear, seldom
or never see him. He has succeeded we'll
and is wealthy. But ever since he mar
ried n wife with small property and
greater pride he has kept aIOof from
us. | do not blame him as much as his
wife, who is said TO have great influence
over him. / have called once, but she
'lOHtth hi' ~ NpihiJ Liihb L nave hOb Iclb
a disposition to renew my visit"
II can easily believe il, for /, too,
have been repulsed."
"You repulsed? Did you give your
name and inform her of your relation to
her husband?"
II did, but she did not invite me to
enter, and she was evidently impatient
for me TO be gone. took the hint, AMI
here / am"
AT least, uncle" said Mrs. Lowe,
smiling, you need not be afraid OF any
repulse here"
"Of that / am quite sure" said the
old man, looking affectionately into the
face of his niece. But you have not
told me of your husband. Let me know
you have made good match" he added,
playfully.
That depends on what is meant by
the term. If it implies a rich husband,
then failed, most certainly, for Will
liam's salary is only 81 900, and that Is
all we have TO depend upon. But for all
that | care not for a kind. affectionate