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

Don't say nothln', muttered Job
with sleepish air. "Ten dollars ain,
much to me, and if you don't chance te
get work in the factory right away, i,
may be good deal o. use to You
Needn't thank me-you're as welcome
as flowers in Mayr'
He bent over to kiss the child's fail
forehead, and stood watching them un.
til the two slight figures disappeared,
and only the golden sky and the NOV.
ing crest Of the summer woods re-
tnained.
Ten dollars !'' calculated Mrs. Ray
nesford, who had witnessed this little
episode from behind the curtains of her
milk-room window. els Job Raynes-
ford crazy? To give ten dollars to a
poor struggling vagrant? If he don't
get piece of my mind--'
And she FASTENED out, her cap Dor
der fairly standing on end with horror.
job awaited the coming tempest with
philosophic GOODNESS, has hands in his
pockets, and his lips parted with a
goOd-humored smile. 1t was not the
first piece of Mrs. Hannah's mind"
that had been bestowed upon him, ncr
did he suppose it was likely to be the
last!
She means WE'LL" he said TO him
self, when the volley of wrath had been
discharged on his luckless head, and
Mrs. Raynesford had returned to her
butter making, "but she's got the great
est faculty for scoldin' of any woman
ever saw I"
The years fitted by, sprinkling the
steep old farmhouse roof with the crys-
tai drops of April showers, and thatch-
ing it with the dazzling ermine of JAN
nary 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 innumer-
able to the kind old man.
"Twenty years!' unused he, one
bright June morning. cit don't seem
possible, Hannah, that it is twenty
years ago, this very day, that | caught
that ugly fall from the hay rick, and got
lamed for life !"
He looked down at the crutches by
his side as he spoke, sighed from the
very depth of his heart.
| Hannah stood in the doorway, toss
ing corn to forlorn little colony of
chickens. Twenty yesrs had not i'm
proved her in any respect-she was
gaunter, bonier, more vineg ar faced
than ever.
eyes," said she, shortly, "and per-
haps you don't remember that it was
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 l say you
would live to repent it %
"I won't deny, Hannah" said the
old man, "but that I've done great
many things I've been sorry for-we
aim; none of us perfect, you know wife
but that is not one Of them. No
I've never for 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 mp
to see that rich lawyer about the five
thousand dollar note to-day?" She
asked presently.
Eyes, bnt don't spose it'll be much
use. If he'd wait little, I'd do my
best to pay him. Jones says he'll be
sure to sell the old place from over our
heads, however; they tell me he's a
hard man. / mean to explain to him
lust how the matter stands, and
"I told you how it would be long
ago!" calculated Hannah, unable t"
restrain her vexati0n. "What on arth
ever possessed you to sign for Jesse
Fairweather %
81 s'posed he was an honest man, and
wouldn't see an old friend wrongd."
Fid,lleslicks )" exclaimed Mrs
Rayne.ford. "That's just your cal
culation, job! There-Zrke has bro'l
the wagon; do start off, ar you'll bt
too late for the New York train 70
And job merkly obeyed, only toe
happy to escape from the endless dis
cord of his wife's railing tongue.
; The rays of the MONDAY sun streames
I brightly through the stained glass ease
ments of Mr.. Everleigh's superb Goth
! ic library. The room was decorate,
: with every appurtenance of wealth an,