The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1898-11-17
VENDETTA

stood before The door oi stately msnsiou
whiob s.s erected 10 the niis, OF sps
ioas eroubds 10 the mtsi srlstoofsii
street Of 9 nisnufscinribs city somal
who h.d once been eomely, but Who ws
soru doun by esre aud suiiering unii
ogiy The shades OF her former sell,
The pottly servant, who held The doc
partly open. sbd shielded bis ro,und forn
from the cold blast by sbriukins bebiat
il, w.s epdesvorins 70 prevail upon ,h'
poor woman 10 20 away.
Il's 20 use. ms'sm, assure Jon.
might siye year message TO MI Stanley,
bu, be wouldn't ace 700; be has oihe'
things TO employ bis mind. You'd bette'
go swsy ms'sm. indeed.
imust see him ssid the womsr, 10 .
voice rendered sharp by pain. i, is liie OF
dss,h xith me nov, and II you do DO.
spesk TO him | must force my way 10 u
spite oi You.
You are unreasonable. pleaded The serv
.at. Nos what good csa you get by see
ina himi He Won't listen TO you Tor =
moment.
Tue woman pushed by him into the
ball in fiercs way, and nearly upset him
so doing. As she s'ood in the warm hall,
brilliantly lighted. gentleman came out
OF 40 inner room "a we'll preserved. hand
some man. OF forty or upwards. with =
face which showed at once pride OF station
aud utter eoorn OF the lowly.
Whist is this woman doing here, vii
liam, and Why does she not come to the
servants DOOR be demanded.
could 90, keep ber out. Mr.. Stanley,
She insists upon seeing you
Very we'll, msdr IN. said Mr.. Herbert
Stanley, the factory owner, playing with
the handsome seals pendent from bis
watch chain. What your business with
me. my gooi womauS Ny time is limited,
please to remember
sm the wife OF Lane, Fenton. the
loom iIer you or Tered discharged yester
day. she said.
All, yes; remember now. lie was inso
lent to the superintendent, believe. in
crawling, sfiscted tone.
He was not insoleni, sir at least. be
did not intend TO be insolent Mr.
Phelps found fault with him for some
thing which was neglected by smother per
sou.
Well, WE'LL what do yon want2
came TO plead TO you to take him
back. We have had bad luck. Mr.. Stan
ley. and have two sick children st home
aud We must We work or die.
won't hear q word in reference TO
taking him oo again. said the fac ory own
or, quickly Your husband is . danger
ous mar, madam. He creates discord be
tween the man snufscturers and the employ
es. Mr.. Phelps was acting under my or
ders when made On issue with your hus
band. aud sm glad he's gone. There
not another word. William, show this
woman ont. won't take her husband
back.
Yes. sir, responded the funky.
And don't admit her again.
III be careful, sir. Nov, Mrs Fenton,
you are keeping the door open. Please go
out. Trouble will come Of this. Mr.. Stan
ley, she said. quietly, as she walked
toward the door. There's some gipsy
blood in my veins. and we Of the Romany
race never forgive an injury. You may
hear from me again. don't know when
but I'll remember your Kindness.
The door closed tfler her, and she went
home through the driving sleet and enter
ed her poor house man who wss
crouchiog over 3 small fire, rocking q
baby on his knees, looked mp q uickly, end
saw no hope in her face.
He is harder than stone, jamie. she
said, softly. God held us now. for man
Is against us.
He quietly pu' the baby into bar arms,
ose from bis chair, and started for the
door, but returned and kissed her passion
ately, twice.
You've been good wife to me, Z'ds,
be said patient. tender and true. Don't
ii, up Tor me tonight I've something to
do and may be lale.
He vent out, never TO enter that door
alive. for next morning he was found In
lhe river. into which be had thrown him
self. They buried him kindly, snd bis
shopmates followed him TO the grave, snd
Mr.. Stanley sent William to the house
~i,b present Of money. bat the widow
aune Il 10 the face OF tue messenger
HE money perish with himl she cried,
The man who N mnrdered my poor husband
shall never help care for his vile and bis
unhappy children. III die Of hunger
ffsti
She did not go swsy al once. but work
"a q, plain sewing. Both the sick chill
aren died spd we're buried, aud. IS the Z
poor funeral passed the door o. Mr.. Stan
Iey's great heuse, the snguished wife and
mother looked up aud saw him standing
10 the xiudos, and close be.iie him
golden haired boy. three years old. bis
only son % Tor Herber, Stably bad msrried
late 10 lille Toe poor woman cast
fierce glance ., the child
Ooe is taken, and aDOtber left. Yes.
yes; zee my ~sy novl
Tso days alter the iunersl. she dissp !
pt.red sud was not seen sgsin. and passed
Dot Of the memory OF the people. Bot c
three weeks later al appalling calamity {
Iell upon Herbert sishley. Little Ei I
std, upon shom 90 msny hopes vere |