Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1863-06-11
PRINcIPAL ANn IurEREsT

bent over the footpath was heavy with
evening moisture. and the solitary old pine
trees at the curve of the road upheld its
bissts r sgsd srms again st "a sunset sky,
whrs the rudy crimson had long since
isded into sombre gray. Birds were warb-
ling their last vespers, under the shadow
OF softly moving leaves; blossoms were
closing their fragrant cups. along the
course Of thousand dulcet- voiced streams;
sleepy little ones-gwere gathered safely
roun'f every 'bearthstohe: yet these two
wanderers clung together. harmless and A.
lone. in the falling shadows of the night.
Cheer up. my child. we have not very
far to go. Come closer--le. me brush the
dew from your -curls. Now take nv
hand"
But the child hung back sobbing with
WEAKNESS and exhaustion, and the pale
young mother bending over her in the vain
attempt to sootbe the hysterical excite
ment. did not hear the rumble of advance
ing wheels until they paused close to her,
and a.rough voice exclaimed:
''What ails the little gal? Amt sick,
is she?''
Wary Ellsworth had never seen Farmer
Raynesford before, yet the moment her
eyes rested on his wrinkled, sunburncd
face. with the shaggy brows oversha,lowing
Eind eyes. she felt that he was q friend.
and made answer promptly:
"Not sick, sir, but very tired. We
have walked long way to-day"
Got much further to go?'' asked the
farmer, tickling his horses ear with the
enl of his whip.
ITO Breckton."
Mr. Raynesford gave low whistle.
That's four miles of, and the little gal
ispretty nigh used up already"
Il know it," sail the woman with o
sigh "but | have no money to hire Iodg-
ing nearer. In Brcckton hope to obtain
work in the factory"
Farmer Raynesford gave the seat of his
wagon such a thump with the whip hand
die that old Bony dropped the mouthful
of clover he was nipping from the road
site. and pricked up his ears in astonish-
ment.
81 won't hear to no suchl' said he, en-
ergetically. "Why. that child can't go
twenty rods further Here, get in long
with me. You won't be none the worse
for bit of supper AID good nights rest.
l know Hannah III scolJI'' he muttered as
he lifted the little girl to his side and ex-
tended his hand to the mother; "but can I
see folks perishin' by the way side and
never offer to help 'em. 1 don't care if
she scolds the roof of the house off,
He drove rapidly along. making occa-
sional interjectional remarks to his horse.
while Mrs. Ellsworth drew her thin shawl
around the golden head that already droop-
Ell drowsiiy upon her shoulder, and tho't
with a deep sensation of gratitude upon
the shelter Heaven had provided in her
sorest strait.
It was an oddly shaped old farm house.
gray with the storms of nearly half a cen
tury, with broad door-stone, overhung
BY giant lilac bushes, and kitchen where,
even IN the bloomy month of June, great
fire roared up the wide-throated chimney,
and shining rows of tins winked and gilt
tered at every upward leap OF hames.-
Such neat kitchen as it wasl The floor
boards white as snow. the windows clear
ss diamonds, the hearth trinity brushed up,
and the table spread for supper in the mid
die of the room. Mrs. Ellsworth's heart
involuntarily warmed at the genial sight.
Mr. Raynesford jumped out of the wag-
on, threw the reins~cver post, and went
in to conciiiate his domestic despot
Look here, Hannah sal. he to q toll,
angular looking female who emerged iron
pantry near by. at the sound Of his foot
IA, hor foa Il,
of pickles she was carrying. '.jest set q
couple more plates on the table. will y on.
I've brought home woman and little
gal that found piece below here. e'er
a'most tired to death. They was calcula.
tin to walk on to Breckton, but thought
it wouldn't Burt as to keep 'em oyel
nightr'
''I'm astonished at you, Job Raynes
ford. =" said his better half, in tone OF in
dignant remonstrance. 1--WE might jes
as we'll hang out "a tavern sign at once
and done with it-you're always bringing
home some poor mis'able creetur or o.be
and -
There, there, Hannah" interrupted
Mr.. Raynesford. "I'm always willin' t.
hear to You when you're apy ways reason
able, but it goes clear agin my grain t,
see poor folks a sufferin' and never stretch
out helpin' hand. 'Taint Scripter no
faint human natur."
"Well. go your own gait, Job Raynes
ford.'' responded his wife. CURLY "onl,
mark my words, il you don't end yoG
days in the poor house 'twon't be through
noiault O. yournl" i.tse- .e-7-e-i'is
She shut the pantry door with bang
that made all the jelly-cups and milk-pan
rattle, while job, with sn odd .grimace
went out to help his guests to alight
Don't mind my old woman, said b
apologeticslfy. as Mrs. Ellsworth sprani
to the ground: s'shs's kind O sharp spo
ken, but she means we'll AFTER all. w
amt all jest alike in our notions. ye
know.' --o- = s..aa ss1-' az ?. s-s 80
eff all the world were like you, sir.
said the young widow. with tears in he
eyes, ''thsrs would be less want and suffer
ing by far''
Farmer Raynesford pretended not
hear-he was busy lifting little Mary on
sssSet on them blackberries. Hannahi
said be, towards the close of their evenin
meal: 'the little gals tired and she can
eat nethin' solidr' 90
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