The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1870-03-24
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Don't fret, Jennie, lass; you shall
have the earrings and something over
for frilled tuck, or whatever you may
fancy. Come, take your choice.'
Jennie came slowly forward and rest
ed her head on her fathers shoulder,
as she glanced listlessly over the wares
which the peddler spread out before
her. @~
"Humph! it's not the earrings nor
the tuck that she's worrying about" "
observed the mother, glancing up
sharply from the inspection Of a gay
chintz. "She.s taken on about that
lad, Frank Duncan, who neighbor Bur-
we'll told US is to leave day after to- NOR
! row to seek his fortune, as he says"
"And hope he'll find it, said the
farmer, gravely. Hes good enough
lad, and I'd have nothing to say against
him if he'd give less time to books and
more to work, SOS to make money
enough for wife to live on. When
young Duncan comes back with five
hundred dollars in hand, Jennie, I'll
think better of him; but no daughter of
mine shall marry a penniless man."
AS the farmer spoke he was slowly
and carefully untying q well-worn
leather wallet, which he had taken
from the upper drawer of the o!d-iash-
ioned bureau, with brass handles, which
stood in the corner Of the large kitchen.
From goodiy sized bundle of notes he
selected one of ten dollars, which he
handed to the peddler.
"I've no change" he replied to some
remark of his wife. "They're tens and
twenties-one. hundred and twenty five
dollars in all, he added, in a tone of
satisfaction.
"JekyPs done good job with the
cattle this year, and if the crop turns
out as well, you shall have something
better than that chintz, Hetty, for
Christmas dme-and you, too, Jennie,
lass"
The peddler's small, keen black eye
glanced furtively at the notes as the
farmer smoothed them out upon his
knee and replaced them in his old wallet
again.
Here's one hundred clear, for the
bank" he observed, as he tied the
wallet securely with its red tape string.
I'll take it down to Logansville Thurs
day. Meantime, Hetty, put it away in
the box there.
Mrs. Hallet deposited the money care
fully in Il tin box, and replaced the box
in the bureau drawer, which she locked,
hanging the key on nail which was
driven in the back of the bureau
itself.
Jennie having selected her ear rings
and a piece OF lace for u tuck, sat down
to sew the latter Oh her best blue delaine
dress. There was to be "bee' at
neighbor Burwell's that evening, and a
dance after; and though in no dancing
mood, she would go, for she knew that
Frank Duncan was to be there, and this
would be their last meeting before he
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Poor girl! it was her first sorrow;
and we all know how hard are such to
the young, with their helplessness, their
ignorance of life. AS she sat on the
side of her little bed, she looked and
felt very sad. Much as she loved her
parents, she could not help thinking
them cruel and unfeeling in this in
stance, when they must know how
dearly she loved Frank, and that she
could never be happy without him. He
was SO clever, SO handsome, SO good
and yet they objected to him because
he was poor! AS if she, or Frank
either, minded poverty! Oh, ifhe only
had that five hundred dollars that her
father had spoken of. But five hundred
dollars! How in this world could
Frank ever get this enormous sum?
Her mothers voice, calling her to
supper, aroused her. With country
hospitality, the good dame had added
some extra dishes to the usual evening
meal and she looked little disappoint-
ed at the peddler's on-appreciation of
the good things set before him. He
seemed absent and restless; and declined
the proffered nights lodging, and said
lie must go right OH to Logansville in
order to meet u friend whom he expect
ed there. So, after joining in with a
fervent amen to the hosts after-grace,
and thanking them in a pious strain for
their hospi, aiity, he shouldered his pack
and resumed his juorney. From the
window Jennie looked listlessly out,
saw his tall form disappear al q bend
of the road about a mile distant, and
dreanIily heard her father remark:
II don't fancy that stranger. Some
how he don't look to me like the gen.
uine peddler-not sharp enough at
M rested enough in
his business. And ltlien l noticed he
never looks you right in the eye-al-
ways bad sign"
."Well," observed his thrifty little
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