The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1854-10-12

and placing II on his owa back, ,rudged
gloomy toward our village. I
II was about shutdown when my father es-
espiej his victim coming upthe street with
| the saddle anil bridle thrown across his
soulders, his face wearing a look OF The
most complete despair. Ny father was GER
tain that old Bob had departed this life, and
he chuckleI inwardly and quietly, but in.
standby assumed a most serious coun,enance.
Poor Beers approached more slowly and
moumfulIy thar If he was following dear
friend 10 the grave.
When he came within hailing distance,
my father called out:
sWby, Beers, tits possible you have let
that rude horse run away with you?'
'Oh, worse than that, worse than that, un-
Gle Phls, groaned Nelson.
Worse than thar Then he has been
stolen by some judge Of valuable horses! |!
Oh, what fool I was 10 in,rust him 10 any
body p exclaimed father, with well feigned
sorrow. Ef
NO, he aint stolen, uncle Phile,' said
| Nelson. "
Not sto!eni we'll am glad of that, for T
shall recover him sgau. but where is he I?
am afraid yon have lamed him.
Worse than that, dfawled the unforun te
Nelson.
well, what is the m alter, where is he ,
what aIls him 2 asked my father.
Oh, | can't tell you II can't tell you sail
Beers with groan.
Blu, you must tell me, returned my faith.
4, viii break your heart, groaned Beers.
To be sure it will, If he is seriously in
jured, replied my father, but where is he 4
HE is Dead said Beers, as he nerved him
self up for the announcement, and then clo
sing his eyes, sunk into chair completely
My father gave a groan and started Mel.
son to his feet again. All the sensations Of
pain, despair, harror and intense agonywere
depicted to the life on my fathers counte.
nance.
'oh, uncle PhiIe, uncle Phile; dont be loo
hard with me, | wouldn't have had il hap
pen for all the world said Beers.
You can never recompense me for the horse
replied my father.
y know il, know it, uncle Phile. can
only work for you as long as ] live, but you
are satisfied, after my apprenticeship is fin.
ished , returned Beers.
After a short time my father became celm,
and although apparently not reconciled 10
his loss he asked Nelson how mnch he sup.
posed he ought to owe him.
don't know am no Judge OF blooded
horses, hut have been told that they are
worth fortunes sometimes; replied Beers.
And mine W as the best in the world, said
my father, and in such perfect condition
for running-all bone and snew.
Dyes, saw that, said Beers, despondng-
" but with a frankEess that showed he did
not wish TO deny the great claims OF the
horse and his owner.
'WeIl, said my father with sigh, tas I
have no desire 20 go to law on the subject,
We had better agree on the value Of the
horse. You may mark on slip of paper
what sum you may think you ought TO owe
me for him, and will do the same: we can
then compare notes and see how far we dif.
fers.'
will mark, said Beers, .but uncle Phie
don't be too hard with ME. ,.s-., ,...s,.ss
i will be as easy as can, and endeavor Ia
make some allowance for your situation
said my father, but Nelson when think kow
J mark something in the ueie hborbood of the
amount Of cash could haye received for
J him. believe, however, Nelson,
that ycu are an honest young man and
are willing to do what you think is about
: right, ! therefore wish to caution sou not
TO mark down one cent more than you
rnally think under. The circumstances you
ought to pay me when you are able and for
which you are now willing 10 give me your
! uote OF hand. You will fecollect that / told
} you when yoa applied Zoe the horse, that r
did not wish TO lethim co.
Nelson gave my father a grateful look,
and asseuted 10 all he said, Abou, dozen
Of our ioke-Ioving neighbors were witness
| ing the scene with great apparent solemnity.
Two slips OF paper were procured, my iath
er tnarke ons, and af,et much hesitation
Beers-wroie on the other. r.
well, let us see what you have marked,
said my father. II,
II 4 suppose you will think it too low re-
! piled Beers handing my father The clip Of
paper. -,
4 'ony three hundred and seventy i've dol
lars 2 exclaimed my father, reading the pa.
per. We'll, there is a pretty specimen Of
gratitude for you 7 !. a~s gf3,gf IA
i Nelson look ed humbled, and couli no,
muster courage enough 10, ask my father
what he had marked. ,s.,,... s.,,,
! Finally, one Of our neighbofs asked my
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