Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1867-05-01
PRTNCIPAL AND INTEREST.

20, Mother, Mother, am So tired"
The dew drops quivered like imperial dia-
monlS upon the broad green plumes of the
cOrn-teld by the way-side; the grass. that
bent over the foot path was heavy with
eyening moisture. and the solitary pine tree
at the curve of the road upheld its black
ffInged arms against Il sunset sky, where the
Tuddy crimson had long since faded into SOM
bTe grey. Birds were warhling their last
Tespers under the shadow o. softly moving
leaves; blossoms were closing their cup
along the course of thousand dulcet voiced
streams; sleeping little ones were gathered
safely around every hearthstone, yet these
two wanderers chung together homeless and
alone, in the falling shadows of the night
Cheer up my child, we have-not very far
to go. Come closer. let me brush the dew
from your curls. Now take my hand.
But the little child hurg back, sobbing
With WEAKNESS and exhaustion and the pale
young mother bending over her in a vain at
tempt to sOothe the hysterical excitement
did not hear the rumble of the approaching
wheels until thev passed close to her, and
rough hearty voice exclaimed:
sha2'
Mary Ellsworth had never seen Farmer
RaynesfOrd before-vet the moment her
eyes rested on the wrinkled, sun burned face
with the shaggy brows overhanging kind
eyes, she felt that he was a friend, and made
answer promptly
Not sick. sir, but very tired. We have
walked long way to day. -
trOt much further TO go ?" asked the far
mIer, tickling the horses ear with the end of
his whip.
TO Breton.
Mr. Raynesfurd gave low whistle.
! know it, J." said the woman with sigh,
but | have no money to hire a lodging
nearer. In Breton | hope to obtain work
IN the factory"
Farmer Raynesford gave the seat of his
wagon thrmp with his whip handle. that
made old B0ny drop the mOuthful of clover
he was nippng from. the roadside, and prick
up his ears in aStonishment
l wont hear 10 no such thing Why,
nat child can't go twenty rods further!
Here, get in along with me. You won't be
none the worse for a bit Of supper and a
good night rest. know Hannah lscold'
as he lifted the little girl TO his side and ex
Tended his hand to its mother;s 'but can
see folks perishn' BY the way-side and new
er help EN-. don't care if she scolds the
EoGi Oft the house.
lie drove rapidly along, making occasional
i,a,tepfctlonal remarks to his horse, while
IrS Ellsworth drew her thin shawl arount
1ae Ilttte golden head that already dropped
dI.oWSlly upon her shoulder. and thought
win deep sensation of gratitude upon the
shelter Heaven had provided for her in her
greatest strait.
1t was an oddly shaped old farm house,
grey with the storms of nearly century,
1Tr''h broad doOr-stone. over hung by giant
mac bushes, and a kitchen, where, even in
'5e gloomy month of jun, great fire roar
gu up the wide throated chimney. and shin
nlS rows OF tins winked and glitterec at every
upward leap of the flames. Such neat
AIchen 1t was. The fioorboards white as
snow the windows clear as diamonds, the
hearth trinity brushed up and the table
SMIread Tor supper in the middle of the room.
!irS, Ellsworth heart involuntarily warm
Lat the genial sight.
4, Nr. r. jumped out of the wagon, threw
.He relnS over post, and went in to conclll-
A'e MS domestic despot. :,
Look here. Hannah" said he, To tall,
9Hgular looking female who emerged from
pantry near by. at the sound of his footStep.
Ier iare nearly or quite as sour as the pick
ig' she was CARRYING. lust set couple more
pIa'es on the table viii you? I've brought
nome woman and little gal that [ found
TTiplece below here. en- most tired to death.
ihey was calculatin to walk on to Brecton,
'hem over night. -
i m astonished at YOU. j OBJ Ravnesford. .
'ald his better half in tone of indignant
Iemonstrance. I'VE might Jest as well hans
'l' tavern sign at once, and done with 1t