The Lancaster gazette. [volume] (Lancaster, Ohio) 1863-1886, 1868-06-04

creek.
"l'll do it, Jennie! Here l swear
"Oh, Frank, don't swcarl"
"Then Ipromise, yes, here prom.
ise not TO rest day or night, until
| have Eve hundred dollars to show
your father"
"But how will you get it, Frank"
IL don't know yet but III find
out a way-only, jennie, l fear il
will be long time"
They walked on in sad silence.
II wish l were rich r. burst from
Duncan, passionately. Il never
cared for it before, but I do now,
for your sake--and mine, Jennie
II had only thousand dollars !"
"a thousand dollars, Frank ?"
To her idea, he might as well
have wished for the wealth of
Monte Christie.
"It is not a large sum, jennie.
Yet FIVE hundred dollars would
purchase that pretty little place
near the old church that you ad-
mire so much, and with another
five hundred to stock 1t and begin
with--,Oh Jennie, only think
how happy little money could
make usP
"It's no use of thinking" said
the girl. sadly. Sand, Frank, you
are so given to thinking and
dreaming, tbat"-she looked up
with a tender, half.smile-I'm
afraid you'll never set to work
hard enough to make even The
FIVE hundrec."
"I'll try, Jennie. Never have
fear of that"
They had now reached the bot
tom OF farmer Hallet's garden, and
here they paused awhile, exchang
ing a few last sentences. Then,
with sad, lingering adieu, they
parted.
1t was eleven o'clock. Jennie
heard the old kitchen clock strike
as she passed slowly up the walk.
She paused at the gate, and looked
back toward the meadow with u
strange yearning and desolation
at her heart. He was gone, and
the world seemed very dreary to
her. She feared it would never be
bright again. So the young al :.
ways think in their first disap-
pointment.
Turning at length TO open the
gate, her foot struck something
soft and yielding. She looked
down, and saw some dark object
on the ground, nearly hidden be-.
meath the low lilac boughs. Taking
it up, she saw it was u coat-her
fathers she fancied-and with a
momentary wonder as TO how it
should have come there, she went
softly into the house, beariug the
garment with her. AS she stole
up stairs TO her own little room,
she fancied she heard slight noise
below, in the kitchen adjoining her
parents bed room. She heard il
again as she was retiring, and then
a step on the little back stoop;
and as she looked out of her win
dow, fancied that she saw a figure
disappear through the garden
cato. She wondered who it could
be. Was it some one looking for
that coat 4? And turning to whore
she had mechanically dropped il
on u chair, she examined it by the
candle light. 1t was not her faith.
er's. 1t was a patched and faded
long .skirted, camlet coat-the coat
she had seen worn by the peddlel
that evening.
He will come back for it per.
haps," thought the girl; and she
hung it carefully on nail in the
upper entry closet.
But the peddler never came back
for the. lost garment; and it wa:
understood why, when, on Thurs
day, Farmer Hallet, opening the
bureau to take out,his hundred dol
lars for deposit in the Logansville
bank, found the tin boy and thC
wallet safe, but tho money al
gone. !.
Search was made for the ped
dler, but in vain. No one had seer
a person AT all answering his do
scription, unless it was a piouI
Methodist preacher who had passeC
hurriedly through Logansville on
! journey to the West, as missionary
to tho Indians; to suspect hin
would be shame !
Yet, some time after, neighbo
Burnwell, reading in city paper
a description Of a noted burglar
who had broken out OF prison, anC
; for some weeks past .baffled tht
detectives, remarked that he anC
the peddler must be either thu
same, or twin brothers, SO exactl,
did the description tally with th,
appearance OF the peddler.
So the old coat hung, unseer
and forgotten, in tho back entry
closet, until fall, when Mrs. Hallet
!, in her quarterly "cleanings," es
pied it.
Jennie" said she, II wish tha
you would take that old scarecroV
! away from here. Ican't abide tn
sight OF it,"
"What shall l do with it, moth
= er ?"
a "Whatever you like. It'syour'
I I suppose, as you lound it, and nc
f body'll ever claim it,"
4 "It's too good to throw away,
/, said Jennie. Suppose | take th
? long skirts, and make a petticoo
for old Peggy Burns; it is line
q with wooden, and will make her
. warm ga, ment for winter"
h So Jennie took the coat to he