The Cass County Republican. [volume] (Dowagiac, Mich.) 18??-1880, 1862-09-04

his side and extended his hand to tn
mother; but can't sec folks perish
ing by the wayside and never offer Il
help 'em. / don't care if she scold
the roof of the house off" @
He drove rapidly along, making oc
casional interjectional remarks to hi
horse, while Mrs. Ellsworth drew he
thin shawl around the little golden hea,
that already dropped drowsily upon he
shoulder, and thought with a deep sen
'ation of gratitude upon the shelter
Heaven had provided in her sores
strait.
cit was an odly shaped old farm
house, gray with the storms of nearl,
half a century, with broad door-stone
overhung by giant lilac bushes, and 3
kitchen where, even in the bloomy
month of June, great fire roared up
the wide throated chimney, and shin
ing row of tins winked and glittered a,
every upward leap of the flames. Such
a neat kitchen as it was! The floor
boards white as snow, the windows
clear as diamonds, the hearth trinity
brushed mp, and the table spread for
supper in the middle of the room. Mrs.
Elsworth's heart invountarily warmed
at the genial sight.
Mr.. Raynesford jumped out of the
wagon, threw the reins over a post,
and went in to conciiate his domestic
despot.
"Look here. Hannah" said he to a
tall, angnlar-looking female who
emerged from a pantry near by, a: the
sound of his footstep, her face nearly
rs sour as the saucer of pickles she was
carrying, "jest set couple more plates
on the table, will you? I've brough,
home a woman and little gal that
found piece below here, cen almost
tired to death. They was calculatin
to walk on to Breckton, but | thought
it woslan't hurt Us to keep 'en over
night 70
I'm astoni<hed at you-Job Ray.
nesford," said his better half, in a tone
of indignant remonstrance. "We
might just as well hang out tavern
sign at once, and done with it-you're
always bringing home some poor mis-
cradle creetur or other, and"
"There, there, Hannah" interrupted
Mr.. Rayn.sford, =" I'm always willin' te
hear to you when you're any ways rea
sonable, but it goes clear agin' my grain
to see poor folks sufferin' and neve,
stretch out helpin' hand. Tain
Scripter nor faint human natur."
"Well, go your own gait, Job Ray
nesford," responded his wife, tartly
"only mark my words, if you don't enc
your days in the poor house 'twOn't bs
through no fault of yourn!'
She shut the pantry door with bang
that made all the jellycups and milk
pans rattle, while Job, with an odc
grimace, went out to help his guests t,
alight.
"Don't mind my old woman" saif
he, apologetically. as Mrs. Ellsworth
sprang to the ground; she's kind o
sharp spoken, but she means well arte
all. We aint all just alike in our no
tions, you know!"
elf all the world were like you sir,
said the young widow, with tears in hcr
eyes, "there would be less want ant
suffering by far %
Farmer Raynesford pretended not I.
hear-he was busy lifting little Mar,
out.
"Set on them blackberries, Hannah!'
said he, towards the close of their eve
ming meal "the little gals tired an,
she can't eat nothin' solid 70
|" was calculatin' to keep the black
berries for the donation party to NOR
rer," said Mrs. Raynesford, rising witt
rather an unwilling air.
"Nonsense - quoth the farmer witt
broad laugh. "Tm bavin' donation
party of my own to night! Here, lii
tie one, see if these berries don't pu
the color into your cheek !"
All the evening little Mary sat by til
hearth, with her hand in her mothers
and her large blue eyes fixed earnestl
upon the kind farmers face.
"Wiat are you thinking about, dear
est ?'' asked Mrs. Ellsworth, once. Sh
drew long sigh, and whispered:
> 90. mamma he is so kind to US
The tops of the far off eastern wood
. were just being turned to gold 10y tn;
, wondrous alchemist, the rising SUI
when Mary Ellsworth and her lutte gi
f set out upon their long walk to Brecl
: ton. Job Raynesford went with the'
e to the gate, fumbling uneasly in b
4 pocket, and glancing guiItily around,
n make sure that Hannah was not with