The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1865-09-12
NO. IA.

when my luck might come any dav. 7
HePt my eye on that Shepler. land
.ilsN .ilVuS ,Is9lnething like life coming
tiilo ms lack=lustre eye. "She's mis-
tI.1i.. the bottom fields terribly
these late years. All in oats, But fheviiI
nrlng in good returns some dayI when
they re properly worked. There's s1I.-
inoe indications of oil along the creek
sAbout your studies, Steadmnnsp
We read bit here and there.
mean 10 go in training when get my
rights. Good God the man / ought ~.
hend. --'''tN !" MS
RMS feeble outcry was the only sinn
OF manhood that he gave. It was pya1a
~ moment, and he drOned down into
the old speculatiOns as to her IshoIjI,,s,
out another winter.'' 3
DID you ever meet herr" asked
with perhaps idle curiosity.
Ohiy once,-last winter. Twas cream
ing out one cold evening to the well
my bOnrding-house, and met her fncf.
to face, in her pony chafse. nenr her oIyT,
gate. She's withered into somet6insl
ike wrinkled leather now, with heoI-S,
opal ear-drops Mt each side of her skin
ny face. She makes the black fellow.
pull up. so! you're prowling round
sui. Steadman, hyenn-like? Stand.
anu anu let me look nt YOU With that her
of prey, thought, but said nofI1ing
Then she laughed. IN walk over your
grave YETI she snid. Drive on joe
Nobody goes near her now but her
blacks her sharp tongue keeps them
And NGatt?" 1 asked,
"Matt's in st. Louis. You'll see
him, you're going there. But you'I
not mention me, Mr.. HHmpIirevs ?
Matt often wanted me to ioiIl them.
MnttS kindi but I'll wait for my rights.
Us u long since he heard from me, and
I'd rather you would not mention me-,
i gave the promise and he rose to 90.
My face burned as 1 offered him money.
not knowing what the effect would he
on him; but he took it eagerly,-not
for the first time, saw.
Are You. comfortably quartered,
the door.
His lank jaws did redden at this.
a-friends.'f = -'''
Graves, the landlord, laughed as he
hurried downthe street, and told me thar
the poor wretch had been for two wears
IN the county aimshOuse, at times help
less from imbecility.
- lie has days of sense" said Graves.
'.Io-night was the best I've knowed.
Seeing you revived him like"
IN st. Louis found Matt Steadman
a pretty, tasteful home, was back in the
French quarter. I found Jane there,
plnk-cheeked, bustling, CHEEKY as ever,
and old Mrs. Steadman, a placid old
lady, in the corner. watching jealously
over her grandchildren.
told you no lady in the land would
look like mother, when her turn came
to wear silks and laces," said Matt.
None does-tO me, ,"-pattingh her cheek
tenderly.
Matt was the firm, tight-buiIt, alert
fellow of old, looking out OF the same
shrewd kindly eyes; hut he talked pure
English now, and put broad, liberal
views and true creeds into his vigor-
Gus Saxon, and, better still, into his
life. II was n good, wholesome home.
even TO look into as did; and carried
out of 1t n stronger breath and warm
er feeling for my fellow men. They
talked of their brother often, but
thought him dead. did not enlighten
them; kept my promise: and besides,
1 would not raise in their house the evil
spirit of the Luck of Abel Steadman.