Daily Ohio statesman. [volume] (Columbus, Ohio) 1855-1870, 1868-12-19

his mind at once, he's lost. lie can't get
rid of his ugly notions afterwards, When
| walked away frem the river, was a
changed man, hardened and reckless.
That day was not like any other days.
The busy, little village looked dull
enough with the shop windows closed,
and the people, each with some bit of
black about them, standing, lettering at
the street corners, watching for the funer-
al procession. My mother and father went
to the churcllyard, but had to be up at
the Hall. 1t was very quiet, simple
business. 4 When the old banker at Hill
bury had been buried the year before,
there had been twice as many carriages
and plumes but the squire had always
hated fuss and show, and he was too
heavy-hearted now to think of anything
but his own grief His sisterawas there,
and my lady's brother, and one or two
cousins, and these, with the doctor and
the parson, and some of the old servants,
made the whole party, except the, little
fair-haired boy who held his fathers hand
when they went down into the vault
in that same vault, Miss HesterJein
which your own mother was laid but
yesterday. You know where it is in the
churchyard, not stones throw from the
chancel window Well, it was all over,
and the heavy stone had been let fall
again, and when the crowd scattered,
there Il was scarcely a dry eye among
them. '1s''' | 'l''I 80 ~ = y l iilVS
JtsWe- went home by-and by, andbthe
shutters were taken down, and father
and Isat down to our bench; but some
how, neither of us were in the mood for
work. He never did much now, though
he liked to putter about among his tools,
and watch all that went on. II o-day, he
soon put them by, and stood leaning over
the half-door, looking down the street,
while lplaned and hammered, or sat idly
twirling the foot rule between my fingers.
sAh, lad, you've not much heart for car
pentering to day. my father said at last,
as he turned his head and caught sightIof
my listless figure; but therelf be more
need fol. work than ever there was, for
we always knew where to look for help
before, and l doubt the squire will not
be much at the Hall now maybe
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not L made answer, and then 1 got up
and walked straight away to the lathe.
l didn't want to talk or be talked to, for
a strange savage feeling had got hold of
me, and was sfhalfoah;aid of myself. So
the day wore on, and the evening came,
and my mother looked into the work
shop, and bade me come to isup-
per. When it was over father
reached down "A his pipe from the
mantle-shelf. % He and Iomostly had a
smoke together on the green in the Itwi-
light, and l saw that heswas waiting for
me, butI adid1not intend to go out with
him'to!night; so | spoke up in a dogged
kind of way and said: 81 promised to
get over to Kettlethorp, to take the or
der for that linin-press; there'll be time
to get there and back before dark.
Nay, nay. my lad father answered,
sure there's no such haste.' Yes, there
lis,' and / spoke the more sharply,
as I saw fathers wondering look.
1T won't do to let job, slipA in
to Gieig's hands, for want of looking .af-
ter it ourselves, We'll, well; = and the
old man madeino more objections, for i
think that he saw that my mind was made
up. e AT the door, I turned to say
Don't you sit up mother. 1 may be
late, if I happen to light on Tom Hill.
You aih't going to the public, Phil?'
she asked anxiously. Il can't tell says
/, and shut tothe door, just hearing faith
er's words; Let the lad alone, missus;
he'll come to no harm,' as tramped up
stairs. l had something to do before l
went out, and WANTED to do it quietly.
Pug 10 CONCLUSION ON MONDAY.