The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1862-09-04

When Mary extended her hand to say a CRATE
full good bye, to her establishment a bank bi
, was thrust into it.
Don't say nothin',' muttered Job, with
sheepish air. Ten dollars amt much TO mt
and if you don't chance to get work in the fat
tory right away, it may be good deal o us
to you. Needn't thank me-you're as welcom
as in May!'
He bent over to kiss the chiId's fair fore
head, and stood watching them until the tw
slight figures disappeared, and only the gode
sSy and the moving crests of the summe
woods remained
Ten dollars calculated Mrs. Raynesford
who had witnessed this little episode from be
hind the curtains of her milk room window
Is Job Raynesford crazy? To give ten dollar.
to poor strolling vagrant? If he don't get
piece of my mind
And she fastened out, her cap border fairly
standing on end with horror. Job awaited the
| coming tempest with philosophic GOODNESS, his
hands in his pockets, and his lips parted in a
good humored smile 1t was not the first
piece of Mrs. HannaIl's "mind' that had been
bestowed upon him, nor did he suppose it was
likely to be the last
: She means wel.'' he said to himself, when
the volley of wrath had been discharged on his
luckless head, and Mrs. Raynesford had re-
turned to her butter making, "but she's got
the greatest faculty for scoldin' of any woman
l ever saw!
The years fitted by, sprinkDg the steep old
farmhouse root with the crystal drops of April
showers, and matching it with the dazzling err
mine OF January SHOWS many and many time
Gray hairs crept in among the raven locks of
Farmer Raynesford. care worn wrinkles began
to gather around his mouth and brow. Alas
those swift footed years brought troubles linus
merable to the kind old man.
Twenty years.! unused he, one bright June
morning: 1T don't seem possible, Hannah, that
it was twenty years ago. this very day, that
caught that ugly fall from the hay rick, and got
famed for life. '.
He looked down at the crutches by his side
as he spoke, and sighed from the very deeps of
his heart.
Hannah stood in the doorway, tossing corn
to a forlorn little colony of chickens. Twenty
Years had not improved her in any respect
she was gaunter, bonier, and more vinegar
faced than ever.
Yes said she, shortly, and perhaps you
don't remember that it was just twenty years
ago to- day that you threw ten dollars away on
that woman and her child. | told you then
you'd end your days in the poor house, and |
don't see but what my prediction is likely to
come true. Didn't say you would live to re-
pent itY
Il won't deny, Hannah" said the old man,
but that / We done good many things I've
been sorry for-we amt none of ps perfect,
you know wife-but that is not one Of them.
Mo- never tor minute repented being kind
to the widow and the fatherless.'
Hannah shrugged her shoulders but made
no answer.
Didn't you say you were going up to see
that rich lawyer about the five thousand dollar
note to-day 2 she asked, presently.
Yes, but don't s'pose it'll be much use. =
IF he'd wait a-little, I'd do my best 10 pay him.
Jones says he'll be sure to sell the old place !
from over our heads, however they tell me !
he's a herd man. | mean to explain to him |
ust how the matter stands, and
Il told you how it would be long ago = eiac- |
llated Hannah, unable to restrain her vexa-
ion. What on airth ever possessed you to
ign for Jesse Fairweather ??
4 s'posed ne was an honest man, and would 1
t see an old friend wronged.
'Flddlestick!' exclaimed Mrs Raynesford-
That's just your calculation, Job! There
Ieke has brought the wagon do start off, or
,ou'll be too late for the New York train!'
And Job meekly obeyed, only too happy to
escape from the endless discord Of his wIte's |
aihug tongue.