The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-05-04
THOMAS TYLERS TOMB.
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CHAPTER I.

CHAPTER I. :
Susie Barclay was in the back yard
one Monday night. taking the clothes
from the line, when her fathers hired
mon. Thomas Tylot and Samuel Dale
c'me up The lane from the po,ato-deld,
They both looked At the eirl, but il
either of them thougbsshe made pret.
ty picture, fitting in and out anon 8
the snowy linen, the slant;ng sunbeama
falling on her sha 2ely form and comely
face and shining black hair, he did not
say so to his fellow for, though Farmer
Barclays hired men had ploughed and
planted and hoed side by side through
the spring and summer days, and at
night slept together in the big chamber
over the kitchen, they we're not on con;
6dential terms. Samuel Dale, who had
been on the farm half dozen years,
was jealous of the growing influence OF a
comparative stranger, who, it. seemed
likely, would sopplant him in more
ways than one.
Early tie previous spring, well. .dres-
sed, good.lookiug man, about thirty
years Of .ge, knocked at Farmer Bar.
clay's door and offered to hire out for
the summer. The farmer took, him ur.
on trial-hands were scarce that. year
and when his month was out, engage
him for the season. He was smart to
work-as a man needed to be who
could hoe his row with Samuel Dale
clever at contrivance and handy with
tools. He kept the farmers mouth
stretched with his jokes, though be
seldom showed his own white teeth in
a laugh.
"a sharp-witted, wide-awake fellow" g."
said Farmer Barclay, "who pays fol
his bread and bacon by his good com
pany."
The new hand was no less favorite
indoors. Susie Barclay, the farmers
only child, housekeeper and mistress
her mother was dead-lt oked with in
creasing favor upon the gallant stranger
who, when be was by, would not allow
her to bring pail Of water from thu
we'll or handful of kiudling-wood from
the shed, but performed these of6ce'
for her with a respectful Difference O
manner, accompanying them with we'll
worded compliments and admirine
glances, that was very aattering to th,
simple country girl Meanwhile, Sam
uel Dale lounged on the porch or sa
dangling his long legs from the kitcher
table. ...
On the Monday evening when ou1
story commences, the two men WASHED
at the pump, and Thomas Tyler, afte
carefully brushing the, dust from hi
clothes and running a pocket coml
through bis crisp black curls, hsstenet
| to join Susie Barclay in the clothes yard
while Samuel Dale vent out to the fur
mer on tho porch: J
Dale Was tall and somewhat ungaiol,
in person, With raddy, open face, ant
= pleasant brown eye. He was slmpl'
and straightforward IN manner, had q
sunny temper, aud vas honest through
aud through. .,~~
The old farmer was half asleep in hi.
chair, and the setting sun shone full
upon his Jolly red face and gray hair
"Father Barclay" said Samuel Dale
81 want to know how much longer you
are going to let this 60 on?"
"Eh.! What, Sammy p said the OLD
man, waking with start. t'You reck
on we'd better put it down to oats
don't yeY The way we've been goin' OF
with that medder lot would spi)e the
best piece Of land in the State OF Ohio >
"See, here, Father Barclay, : said tn.
| young man. ~ have that On ny mind
lately. that leaves me no heart for farm
work. Look yondsr, will your Tha'
girl has been .s good as ptomisedrto m,
these three years, and we'd been mar
and wife before this, only you said ,sh'
was too young, and coaxed me to wal
a spell Now look at her, will you?''
The porch Commanded q view OF tn
green yard sloping down to the mea
dow land betind the FARM house. Su
sie's task was completed, and the grea
round basket at her side was heape'
high With the snow-white linen. He
companion was taking down tho line
); wnen suddenly, by dextrous move
meat, he threw coil over the girl