The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1869-07-17

fuIfY good and simple! First Of all
| there's bfafmar DenCot with his high
bald head like . patriarch of old and
he sits and2 beSm9 I'D E eEs S9sa
IA + Nm EtSV, WITH Mn sfT years If I
! hhnoieG0 ThsmTther81s MarthaI ihospi-
tally itself and ready tody At enc:
mics Ike . mastihs Lshs, Y y E little h9t
but, at q soft word, they go doWnaEain
as qnick. ThentheteS 6hsEhtage black:
He is tremendous fellow In height,
kand Size; and sineW; but SiChfa kind,
sWeetitenipered pdH5l could knock
down an OK, yet! the Gw09ldn't harm q
fy. Lam his idol: I sRpptered into his
smlthy, and forged him one or two
knives; and of COURSE he had never
but instead Of hating. me-, as the bad
EforRers in Hillsborou do, he regular
IlyWofships me, and comes blnshlng
M TO the farmhouse aftar hours, to AJAX
RfterCme, and to- get 9. word with mei
He, Ia the best Whiatler In the parish,
ana sometime We march down the VII
laEs at night, arm-in:arnaIn Whistling q
duet. This charms the. natives so that
We could take the whole village, out at
our he els, and put them down in anoth-
er PARISH But the dfoll thing is they
Will not take me for cVRhat Z am. My
gentle giant would seq hSir,, till Z pre-
Tended to, be ,afronted; the, women and
and white headsd db6yF win take 81
their hats, and pull their front hair TO
me. II q skilled workman wants to
burst with vanitys LET bin settle in
Martha Dance and4I have had words,
and,What do you think it Was aboutH Il
4aPnsnsa T. lss 9Ft my oR1n d s 9E ME,
match to q barrel ofegunpowier.A She
turnedias red as fire, and;baid. Who be
yoUt that speaks against Rabys nte
L tried to pacIfy her, but iE was no
use! sDon'tspeak to mel said. she. > al
thought better OF you5 You and Iars
OUT I, bowed before the ,atorm, and,
to give her time to to cool; obeyed
your wishes, and@ walked to Cairnhope
old q church, WHAT o, cnriousl IplAoel
But / oould,no get in; and on my, re-
turn, Ifoppd Mr.. RabY keeps the key.
Now, you can't do q thing here, or say
q word but Rhatlt Ii known all over the
VILLAGE So Martha Deuce meets me at
the door. and says, very, IstiflY. she
to see the old church. I pulled long,
penitent face, and Haid, Yes; but un:
fortunately T. was out of her good
books, and had, orders not to speak 10
her. Nay, says she, life Is too short
for long quarrels. You are stranger,
and knew no better.i Then she told me
TO- wait five minutes while she put on
her bonnet, as she calls It. Well,
waited the fve-and. forty min
utes, and ahe put on her bonnet,
and SO many other smart things, that
we couldn't possibly walk: straight up
to the old church. We had to go round
by the butchers chop, and order half a
- NdHfH MI
yourself. this evening" said I. 'or 1t
might get lost on the road Says the
butcher, well, sir, that Is the first
piece Of friendly advice any good Chris.
tian has bestowed - But / heard no
more, owing to Martha chasing me out
ITO reach the old church we had to
pass the old ruf1an's door. Martha
WenE}in; 1 sauntered ON and she soon
came after me, with the key in her hand.
but, said she, 'he told me. II my name
hadn't been Dence he wouldn't trust
tne!with it, though I went On my bend
ed knees
sWe opened the church door, and I
spent an hour inside. examining and
copying Inscriptions for you. But, when
/ came to take up q loose brass, to try
and decipher It, Martha came Scream
ing at me- 'Oh, tputosita DOWN. put it
down l pledge my word to Squire you
should not, touch them brasses.' What
could I do mother The poor girl was
some how, bewitched herr ana her faith
er too, into q sort of auperstitious devo-
ton that can't help respecting, I'M
reasonable as it Ia. So dropped the
brass, and took to rejecting. And I
give you my thoughts IS go Ia
stWhat apity and ashame that q build
ing of this size, should, lie ;idIel II It
90 fnl1 xI oil
the monuments, and the dead bones,
eEcetera, to the new churohT and turn
this; old building into q factory, or q
set of granarles, or something useful.
1t Is as great sin to waste bricks and
mortar az It Is Bread etc.. Z..A' - %
my DEAR HARRY,--Your dear
sprightly letters delight me, and recon.
your health is improving every day,
by your gaiety; and this makes me hap!
Ply, though L cannot quite be gay. q
! i .Your last letter was very; amusing,
yet, somehow, 1t set me thinking, long
and sadly; and some gentle remarks
.dsy) have also turned my mind the
same way. Time has softened the ter
jrib1e blow that estranged my brother
and myself, and begin TO ask myself,
was my own conduct 'perfeo'2 was my
brothers. quite without eAcuse7 I may
have seem but one side and been too
hasty IN judging him. Al all events,
think for yourself, and not rush into
too, harsh avieM of that unhappy quar-
rel. Dearest, family, quRrrele are family
misfortunea: why should they go down
to another generation? You Brighten
me, when you wonder that Nathan
and his family-A(IShad forgotten his
name was Danoe) are attached to- Mr..
Raby. why, with all his faults, my
brother Is a chivalrous, high. minded
gentleman; his word Is his bond, and
he never deserts friend, however
humble; and I have heard our dear
father say that, for many generations,
uncommon acts of'kindness had passed
knights and ,squires Of Raby..i g. r.
., !And now, dear, I am going to be
very foolish. But, If these Dences are
as great favorites with him as they were
with my father, she could easily get
You into the house some day,Iwhen he
L. out hunting; and do want yon to
see one thing more before you come
picture. It hangs or used to hang, In
the great dining-room, nearly opposite
II blush at my childishness, but, 1
should like my, child to see what his
mother was when abe brought him into
the world. that sad world IN which he
has been her only joy and consolation.
old church into a factoryI But you are
. YouHg man of the day. And won.
derful day 1t isi Il cannot keep quite up
with it,
bsGDEKR MoTHER,-Ip have been there.
Mr.. Raby is a. borough magistrate, as
we'll as q county justice; and was in
marlborough all day toSday. Martha