Plymouth banner. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1852-1855, 1854-03-09


en- al the cost OF half a dozen newspapers
am mistaken, aid the postmaster laugh
ing.
He replied as he walked away. that he
could face all such storms as ;hat with
out Ainching.
Give me the Fost. pa said Marga-
ret. running 10 the door. 10 meet her IA
,her, when she saw him coming.
Il havn't got it, replied Mr.. Ashburn,
feeling rather uncomfortable.
why? Hasn', il Gomez
No. i, hasn't come.
Margaret looked very much disappoint.
ed.
i. has never missed BEFORE she said.
looking earnestly at her isther.
No suspicion OF the 'rnth was in her
mind; but TO the eyes OF her father, her
countenance was full of suspicion. Still
he had rot the courage TO confess what
he had Gone,
I, seemed 10 Mr. Ashbufn that he
heard but LITTLE else. while in the house
during the v hole day. but the failure Of
;he ne ewspaper. When night came, even
he as he sat with nothing TO do but to
think ahou, the low price of wheat. for
an hour before bed time, missed his old
friend with the welcome face. that had
so often amused, instructed aud interest
ID him
On Monday tie girls were very anx
iOus for their "a thrr 20 ride over 10 the
49, h.. L.,
come; bat os course he was too busy for
that On Tue sdey and Wednesday. the
same excuse was nude. On Thursday.
Margaret asked a neighoor who was going
oy the Office. 10 get the newspaper fof
tnem. Towards evening Mr. MARYLAND,
the neighbor. was seen yidiag down the
road. and Jane and Margaret ran down
eagerly to the gate for the newspaper.
Did you get the paper for us?' asked
Margsret. showing two smiling rows OF
miikwhiie teeth. while her eyes danced
with Anticipated pleasure.
Mr. MtrkIand shook his head.
Why? asked both the girls at once.
The Postmas ;er says that II has been
stopped
'Stopped!' how changed were their "a
ccs aud zones of voice.
Yes; he says your father directed it to
be stopped.
'Taat mus, be mistake said Marga-
ret. lie wculd have told US
Mr. Mtrkand rode on and the girls ran
1-fk intc lie house.
nm ba
stopped .ne r.po. 80 - Sag -e-s.
breaking in upon Mr.. AshSurn's no very
pleasant reflections on the low price OF
wheat. and the difference in Uturn he
would receive d. ninety cents bushel to
what be would have realized a the las,
years price Of ! dollar and twenty 1--WE
cents.
lis tue he replied. trenchirg him
self behind firm decided manner.
Bat Why did you stop it. faihcr?' in
quired the sirls.
'B-cause l can't afford TO take it. 1t
is as rluch as shall be able TO DO TO gel
you enough 10 eat and wear this year.
Mr.. Ashbu.u's manner was decided,
and his voice had repe!ling tone.
Margare, aud Jane could do M more;
but they did not leave their fathers pres
snce without giving his eyes the benefit
OF seeing fresh gush Of teBrs.
II would be dcing injustice 10 MIR. Ash
BUNS state of msnd to say tha, he fell
very comfortable. or had done so since
stopping the Post. an act for which he
had a, sunlsy times more than half re-
pented. But as ii had been done. he
could not think Of recalling it.
Very sober were the faces ,ha, sur
rounded the esupper table that evening;
and but few words were spoken. Mr.
Ashourn felt oppressed. and also fretted
TO think that his daughters should 10th
make themselves and him unhappy about
the trhe OF newspaper, when he had
such serious trouble 10 bear.
On the next Sunday. as Mr.. Ashburn
was walking over his farm. he saw a man
sitting on one of his fences. dressed in a
Jockey cap, and wearing a short hunt g
coat. He had a rifle over his shoulder.
and carried powder flask. shot and bird
bags. In fact he was fancy sportsman
and some vs. hat 'rara avis in those parts.
What's that lazy fellow doing hcre2'
said Ashburn to himself Il wonder where
he comes from"
Good morning. neighbor,' spoke out
the stranger, in a familiar way. as the
farmer came within speaking distance
is there any good game about here? Any
turkeys. or pheasantsF
There are squir:els. returned Ashburn
title sarcasticaily, and the woods are
full of robins
Squirrels make first rate pie. But
needn't tell you that. my friend. Every
farmer knows the taste OF squirrels said
the sportsman with great good humor.-
Still l want 10 try my hand at wild
turkey. I've come off here in the coun-
try to have crack at game better worth
shooting than we have in the neighbor-
hood of p
You're from p then, said the far
mer.
Yes. | live ia P
when did you leave ,herer
-Four or five weeks ago.
Then you don't know Whist wheat is
selling for now?'
Whea!l No think it was ninety Fl We