Year: 1869

SQUIRE SUFFOLK'S SUBSCRIP-


TION.


Squire Suffolk was the richest man in
North Grafton, and gossip said the stingi-
est. As close as the bark Of tree, they
described him, for in country place Ike
North Grafton a small fortune entities one
to rank with the Rothohilds. In the mean
time let us hope that the Squire was not so
narrow as they believed How true it was
let Miss Catharine Poore answer Miss
Poore, who took in sewing, aud had made
up more than one piece of fine linen for the
Squire, and who during her vacations and
hours Of relaxation, puryeyed for the parish
or any needy body who came in her way
one human creature being quite as worthy
as another of her aid and sympathy.


One summer morning Miss Pooro tied on
her straw bonnet-the Identical bonnet she
had bought with the money Squire Suffolk
had paid her five years ago, and which bon
net she bad sewed over with her own fingers
four Seperate times, in order to be as near
the fashion Of the day as respoctabilty re-
quired-so one morning she tied on this
work Of art, and taking her purse, as nee
essary precaution she believed, bent her
steps along the blooming country road to-
ward the imposing mansion of Squire Suf-
folk on charitable thought intent.


Now Miss Poore was no blooming miss of
twenty, with dimples coqueting with bushes
on her cheeks, and eyes running oyer, with
lovely mirth and peach bloom Of youth
thrown ike glamour over all, She was
simply plain woman Of forty or thereabout,
with face in no way remarkable, except
for its expression of Kindness and good hu-
NOR; and these. he it said, are faces that
best outlive youth, and that catch at last
the reflections of the spirit and grow beau
tiful in the illumination Of good deeds and
pure thought Miss puorU was lust tlIe
one to beg for others and desire nothing for
herself just the woman to make thou
sand plans for the welfare Of others, and feel
their Illustration as acutely as if they had
been for her own personal happiness.


She was shown into the dining room at
Squire Suffolk where She found him dawn
ing over a late breakfast, which the servant
had just brought in on a silver tray.


you make me ashamed Of myself, said
he, refectiyely sugaring his coffee by the
aid Of wrought silver tongs of an ancient de-
sign


I'm sorry. I hope to make you pleased
with yourself before my visit is over.


"Tben take this seat Miss Poore, and
drink cup Of this Mocha it's my own i'm
portion. There isn't another such lever
age in North Grafton, I'll venture to say.


Thanks. love Mocha, but it dovs no,
love me.


That's odd, very odd Of the Mocha un-
requitel affection, eh?"


Miss Poore laughed, but she was thinking
rather Of family in North Grafton who
drink cold water every morning at break
fast, only INDUCING themselyesin in the luxury
of tea on Sunday, in order to keep in couu-
tenanee tie father, who needed IL to assist
him through the wear and tear Of the day,
and who disdained any dainty which he
must enjoy alone. This was the country
pastor, the Rev Herbert Hasent and fani-
ly, who lived, or rather suffered on a salary
of five hundred dollars a year, and what ex.
tras were to be obtained by fitting stupid
boys for college. She cleared her voice then,
a little neryously, for action


"1Ir. Suffolk, said she, Il have come on
matter Of business, and may as well get