The Fairfield herald. [volume] (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1849-1876, 1869-08-11
The Reward of Bravery, or the
Escaped Convict.

"Will you ever give up these trips,
Terence 2 1t is so lonely staying here
at nights and besides, I am fearful
that some ono will break in and rob
the house, and murder us all. never
cay my prayers and 60 to bed without
trembling for my own lifo and of the
ohiidron;" and tho littlo woman hung
upon the arm of the strong man, and
begged him, with fearful eyes, to give
up his wandering life, (that of ped
dlor,) and sottlo down.
"As soon as | have gathered enough
together to buy me bit Of ground,
cor what would be better still, to emil
crate to America that blessed land
whore, as the song says, There's
bread, and work for all,' and the bright
sun Is always shining, III gladly give
up tho pack, for tits no easy work at
the best"
"Only think of tho money you have
in the house now, husband dear J.
Surely there is enough to carry you
across tho sea you and me and chill.
s.sea and Bridget, too, if she likes to
Co."
Bridget was tho servant girl, who
helped tho wife of the peddlor, and
was her sole companion when ho was
away and hereyes snapped with appa-
rent delight when she heard the pro-
position: But she said nothing, and
the t'master" continued:
,"it is true for you, Kathleen, that
| have q matter of El00 or 80, which
will leave for you to take care of,
and If, ] have good luck this trip, I
promise you to remain either at home,
or 90 to America, bless her. It's a
good friend she has been to ireland,
and many is the poor soul che has
kept from starving. So take good
care of tho gold, and the children,
kathleen, you and Bridget, until l
come back," and he kissed his wife
and bright-eyed, curly-headed babies,
gave Bridget tho goodbye, shoulder
cd his pack, and strobe lightly away,
whistling merrily.
His heart was light, his form strong,
he had mono Of tho fears of his wife,
and was looking forward joyfully to
Gthe time when he would have o little
home, Ga pig and sow and patch of
praSees," that would belong to him
self alone, and over which no hard
hearted steward or nonresident land
lord would claim oen.-el, although he
would willingly pay his tithes to the
E Church. s'a jaHr
g Terence O'Brion was q peddler by
profession, and what was oallod a
Wfofehanded' man. His family con-
sisted Of wife, two children, a boy
scarcely three years, babe, and the
girl Of all work, Bridget. At the
start of his married life, he had rent
ed aslittle cottage that stood in q
homely, out.of-the-way place; al.
though he had increased his stores, he
ohad retained possession Of it on the
score Of economy.
a brave, athletic man, and one who
6feared nothing human, he could not.
understand the terrors Of his wife,
Kathleen in fact, give them but
'Aktle thought. Besides robbery was
20 thing elmost unknown among tho
SpsasantFY, and who would ever dream
OF hfs having 4 large amount Of mon
ey in his wretched cabin But IL
waa9l0S his sodstoml to do 80, usually.
',tse deposited it in d secure place. So,
hs gave tue matter no further thought
than 70 promise himself that this
should DO bis last journey, (if he did
as we'll "a he anticipated,) and tuggsd
around, aatteripg the rosy checked
RiEls sitlto Rhsehasing finefy with which
to daszle the eyes Of their beaux at
the next fair.