The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1870-04-01

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latteuUiOn, and he'd certainly given
him cuCoUragoncnt Moreover, he
was 70 receive his final answer IN
Ithrec DAYS from tbnt time, and she
was not sure the answer reserved and
laid away foT the time was ',No. 20
Trle, Miiliewas not IN love with
him, but she ha" waited 50 LONG in
vain fog that ecstatic stete OF feeling
she had read and heard so much
about. that She was not capable Of
/ iloYe, and that loilke any ono, was as
much ae she could expect. But She
certainly liked Squire Johns rs well
as ifnot better than any one else.
and his love must he certainly dis
interested. for he could not know
, that-but now NIillie stopped Could
he not: Might he not have found
out in some way? Ifthis story were
true. would such a man be likely to
imar1y q poor girl? For Millie
Warner was really 4 heiress in a small
way She was sole inheritor Of a
small inencumbered farm from her
father, and five thousand dollars in
bank stock. But the farm was two
hundred miles south Of this town,
where she was visiting a cousin, and
nobody knew oft; and during her
visit she had helped her cousin in
her work, as she had always helped
her mother when she was at home
capable, industrious little girl that
she was.
This story agreed with things
that she had heard hinlcd at, and
even that the next moment was
smoothed over, for Squire johns
was a rich and influential man, and
people could not afford, without
some reason, to lose his favor. She1
remembered it all now. Could he
in reality be such q scoundrel2
She could Judge better about the
truth OF the story when she hads seen
Ben Who was he? Two or three
inquiries had amounted to nothing.
They spoke rs if everybody must
know who Ben was. Was he an
uncle cousin, hired man, on what:
Evidently somebody very old, by tue
way Hetty spoke OF him. But shrug-
sed her shoulders as she looked out
at the still pouring rain.
Young Ben Hazwell, out in the
field, pitched up the last hay on the
load, leaned his pitchfork against a
tree, and took off his hat to cool his
moist forehead. His gaze followed
the hay-cart, went over the broad
lands, and returned.
THE hay is all gone IN, he said
with long breath Of relief "TI
could not afford to lose even one
load now; 1 doa't know that I can
do it, but If ] can sell part the landI
Imay 1t will be a hard pull though
The young man followed the cart
into the barn. The storm was at it's
hight when he went toward the house
from the way back. lie stopped in
surprise as he saw, through & open
window, some one standing at the
table, with arms bare to the elbow,
mixing flour. 1t must be Martha
No; those fair, white arms are not
Martha's, neither hers the slender,
graceful figure. As he came nearer|
he could distinguish the sparkling,
piquant face. She was IaughingI
and talking with Hetty, and evident
" giving her directions for what
she was making. Hetty was gazing
upon her eager and absorbed. Lit
tic Eva was sitting at the table in
her high chair, working at o piece
Of dough,-HA tate for Ben" Tt
was rs black as her little soiled fin
gers could make it, hut it did not
occur to Eva that that could be an
! objection. 1t was & pretty sight in
that long desoiate home, and he
stood there, Unconscious Of the pour
| ing rain. eagerly gazing at the young
stranger, himself picture of manly
beauty, till the voice Of one Of the
men calling to the oxen aw0kc him
from his revere.
BY and by there was a sputlerlug
| Of water heard ia the next room by
Hetyy
'BeG has como, running hastily
forward and opening the door.
"Ben has tUm," echoed the little
girl, ciappiBg her hands and lisping,
as he came in, bright and smiling,
at what she had in store for him.
q is made q tate for 90, ] is.
He caught her in his arms and
gave her o kiss, while she laughed
and shouted; but his eyes were
seeking the stranger.
| Hetty said, prettily: MY brother
Ben" Then to him: "This lady
Igot caught in the shower, Ben, and is
staying until it clears up. She has
fbeen SO kind as to help me get din
Iner, and has made some splendid
biscuit"
| They both stood mute minute.
she with surprise at the real Ben,
young, handsome and well-bred; ne
with admiration and a strange, new
feeling he could not define. He had
hardly, with a return of his self-pos-
session, made her welcome, when
there was a loud rap at the street
door. Hetty went to the door,
came back pale, aud whispered to
4 Ben,
esquire Jones'
NIillie drew quickly back from
the half open door. Ben went in to
his visitor, closing the door after
. him, but every word was distinctly
heard by lIillie, for Squire Johns
did not speak in the suave tone she
was accustomed to hear him, but
loud and peremptcry.
, 81 am in haste young man; ! just
, stopped to say that the time for tbs
payment Of the money due me be.
ing day after tomorrow, if it is moi
, ready shall be obliged immediate
, Ito resort to severe measures.
impossible exclaimed the young
man. in a surprised and excited tone
r YOU are very much mistaken. 1t il
mot due until the twenty eighth; i
is now but the sixteenth At tina
, time, if sell the piece of land
/, partly expect to do, | hope, witt
? some otner money coming in, to bl
t able to pay it..
: >You are iaboring undera >inguia
r mistake, young man; here is tn,
mortgage, you can see fOr yoursel
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