Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1863-06-11
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Hannah was not within seeing distance
When Mary extended her hand to say q
grateful good bye. to her establishment q
bank bill was thrust into it.
Don't say nothiu," muttersd Job with
a sheepish air. Ten dollars amt much to
me, and il you don't chance to get work
in the factory right away. it may be good
deal o use to you. Needn't thank me
you're as welcome as flowers an May!" Il
He bent over to kiss the child's fair
forehead, and stood watching them until
the two slight figures disappeared. and on
ly the golden sky and the moving crest of
the summer woods remained - -
Ten dollarsl" calculated Mrs. Raynes-
ford .pwho- had witnessed this little episode
from behind the curtains Of her milk-room
window. us job Raynesford crazy? To
give ten dollars to q poor strolling va
grant? II be don'rget piece Of my mind
And she FASTENED out. her cap-border
fairly standing on end with horror. Job
awaited the coming tempest with philoso-
phic GOODNESS. his hands in his pockets,
and his lips parted in a good humored
smile. 1t was not the first piece of Mrs.
Hannah's "mind" that had been bestowed
upon him, nor did he suppose il was like
ly to be the lastl
"Sbe means WELL" he said to himself,
when the volley Of wrath had been dis
charged on his luckless head, and Mrs
Raynesford had returned to her butter
making. "but she's got the greatest facul-
ty for scoldin' of any woman / ever sawl"
The years fitted by, sprinkling the
steep old farmhouse roof with the crystal
drops of April showers, and thatching it
with the dazzling ermine of January SHOWS
many and many time. Gray hairs crept
in among the raven locks of Farmer Ray
neslord. care-worn wrinkles began to gath
er around the mouth and brow. Alas!
those swift footed years had brought troub-
les innumerable to the kind old man.
"fwenty years." unused he, one bright
June morning; sit 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 famed for life!'
DE looked down at the cru.ches by his
side as he spoke, sighed from the depth of
his heart.
Hannah stood in the doorway, tossing
corn to forlorn little colony of chickens
Twenty years had not improved her in
any respect-she was gaunter, bonier,
more vinegar faced than ever.
"Yss." said she, shortly. "and perhaps
on don't remember that il was Just TWEEN
ty years agoto'day that you threw ten dol
lars away on that woman and her child
told you then you'd end yeur 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 repent it?'
81 won't deny, Hannah" said the old
man, "but that I've done a good many
things I've been sorry for--ws amt none
of rs perfect, you know wife-but that is
not one of them. No-Pve never for a
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 thous.
and dollar note to-day?" she asked pres
emily.
Eyes. but don't s'pose it'll be much
use. If he'd wait 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 hard man.
| mean to explain to him just how the
matter stands and -
81 told You how it would be long ago!''
calculated Hannah. unable to restrain her
vexation. "What on arth ever possessed
you to sign for Jesse Fairweather?"
IL s'posed he was an honest man, and
wouldn't see an old friend wronged."
'Fiddlestick;" exclaimed Mrs Raynes-
ford. That's just your calculation, Job
There--Zeke has brought the wagon; do
start off, or You'll be too late for the New
York train!''
And Job meekly obcyej, only too hap
py TO escape from the endless discord OF
his wite's railing tongue.
The rays of the MONDAY sun streamed
brightly through the stained glass case
ments of Mr.. Beerlsigh's superb Gothic Ii.
brary. The room. was decorated with ev-
cry appurtenance of wealth and TASTE
Velvet chairs, with tall backs of daintily
carved rosewood, were scattered here and
there--marble vases occupied inches beside
the doorway. and the rarest pictures hung
on the panneled and gilded walls. But
the prettiest object of all-the ono which
the rich lawyer oftene>t raised his eyes
from his writing to contemplate with an
involuntary smile of pride and affection
was lovely woman, in white cashmere
morning robe, trimmed with white velvet,
who stood opposite, arranging flowers in a
boquet. She wore spray of berries. carv-
ed out of pink Neapolitan coral ut hs
throat. and tinny pendants of the same
rare stone in her small. shell-like ears, and
, the slender waist was tied round with q
broad pink ribbon, -
There. Walter, isn't that pretty, she
> asked, holding up her completed boqnet
, Very pretty" he answered. looking
not at the roses and geraniums. but direct
E at the bloc eyes and golden curls of bis
beautiful young wife. fgn ~ @
GU are not even noticing it," she
> pouted.
r "Bccauss-I zee something 50 much bet.
ter worth looking at., he said plsyfully
"Do you really love me so very much
D she asked. throwing down the flowers ant
coming round to his side.