The St. Cloud journal., 1871-05-11
ST. CLOUD, MINNEsQIA. THURsDAY MAY H. 1s71:

3attg hae tsst5azs r*eaa@a &; ze:g af'T
!. .ays ~ ons eoald tell; but hsaxas Ger
IIeaaaaly soos.3sfa a15 sislsssa,'aaitt5 ,saa28a
Ths htusr, in hisnshtsous indign.-
ll.oDi ~oah have followed him. bat his
a.tsstiaa ,*.s diverted, By The discovery
nf , 4 heap, ,of blesk ssrnsas IN th, COR
asr, sod the chief sufferer IN ths semi
comic Tragedy just enacted, poor Nan
y Tyler. was raised from the floor in a
dead faint; and borne into the adjoining
bedroom. >.s5E ,.s,4 ,z3 :. ri -.t>:.,
The girl whose place she had SO
strangely taken that morning bent over
her, and with gentle hands removed tho
olack bonnet and put back the thin,
hair, and forgot her own dis
appointment and modification in pity
for the ,others anguish for when Nan.
~ Tyler came ont Of her swoon, it was
70 70 wiring her hands and ;ery out in dis.
traoted topes-s4c' = = q: be .4e.,
"He wouldn't own me for hn wife
NJ Thomas wouldo't own me for his
VIE l : o4.,eY'i = x,~nrr Ia l., t.. .....:.
';"Sho !! sho! now you poor creetur,"
said the farmer, trying to administer
comfort: che oouldn't have been much
q Of husband, anyhow; but it !. hard
you should have the, bu1ying Of him
twice over:' 80. .,..,
y, He called to his daughter presently
from the next room. ,,,-.., -,
"Sue Barclay" said he, ".here's 60
in to be . weddin' here to-day. Do
You think III have oil these tclks in.
vited, and that silk gown % pay for, and
them good victuals ,ooked up, for moth
in'7 Come, you've had your. choice of
= husband, and pretty mess you've
made Of it. Nov I'll have mine. You
know Who I picked out for you long
ago. and you liked him vell enough till
that smooth.tongued hypocrite turaed
your silly head. Sammy, my boy, stop
up here dou't be bashfal. Just clear
that corner, good folks. Parson, you
sha'"'t b. cheated Of your fec this tue.
If sammy hasn't the tin, III fork over
myself. Come, Sue, are you ready ?"
ehe girl went pale and red while the
old man M speaking: She glanced
shyly from ssder her long l.shes u the
only lover leh her, nov that her idol
b ID taroea to the basest el..yI. Her
heart, only haR veaned in these few
months Cor the Willy stranger h.d won
her through her vanity, aud not BY any
wall gsounded esss6a, ], retained at ,
bound to it, Old allssiaaei.
F2dShs seosssd the ieoooto: where the
souns' nsn stood sbshsd, aud looking
in lin hesias only Susie Barclay ,oos1d
LOOK, saidvsry s1estlJ: ,.'' :. !
"Will yos take No, Samuel7" !.
'Take you r! said Samuel Dale. and
testified : a hi. readiness <bI ,aeti,ns. 10.
'sead Of weedes = e.::..sersr ,a,,y.-r9
, .. "Sho ! sho ! sammy, ? said the farm.
er, .fthat'll do. There! don't smo he,
the girl. Now, P.rson Bates, we'n be
obIeeged to you to tie that knot"
CHAPTER.V y 49,. >.
For many weeks Nancy Tyler lay ill
at Farmer Barclays house, and in her
fever and delirium the wild fancies OF
the sick voman's brain were all more
or less connected with her ill-lated Jour.
ney and the relic she had brought.
In answer to her pathetic appeals the
stone vas placed in her chamber, and
10 imagination she traversed ,gain and
sgain in its company the weary distance
between Simsbury and the farmhouse
where she vas lying. Nov she was IN
tho e-outters shop, consulting about
the form aud fashion of the monument,
and bargaining: for its lowest price iu
dollars and cents. She found %comfor,
for hours in repeating The Inscription,
and tho ill-matchsd rhyme Of: the cpl.
:taph gained marvellous pathos when ut.
tered in those plalut,ve tones. But
sometimes she cried out that the stene
had fallen on her breast, and with its
weight her heart was quite broken
She orspt back to life At latt, bat be,
physical vigor never returned aud 5he'
mind, At its best sssate none Of th<
strongest, ~ veaknened and disessed
F They were very good to her at F.rn'
cr Barclays. Samuel Dale remember.
ed that be had gained his present bappi'
ass BY. The: blow that made this poo,
'soasaa doablys widow, aud the young
wife w.s grateful to her Who BY. he1
timely coming rescued her from = fate
ehe, pesld' not contemplate without, q
..badder. Farmer Barclay expressed his
essoeod. feeling b. bic .t.vosis. ej.ep],.
t,oa, sad mors Than oese turned ffon,
hst bedside With = te,r in his honest
;seJo:os: 13!sg!I.72. Is yreit5@.. H. oiIt
r. "Yoa take care Of that poor ore..ur,
children, - long .s she lives," he said.
"Dos't you never send her; back to
SimsburJ: Give her enough 10 do
round II, house, Susie, 70 keep h.r
mind cay, and . warm. rhee in
your chimney = corner. She'll have .
gloomy time Of it, poor soul stun, u
'bling 'rSuad m amnla1 ng tombssttcles till
iS'he's II rssas under ,06ns hhetrielf:'' =
20 So the ifsi,,ias.h,ussss became Il, Nancy
Tyler hone, and shs lived dhin hienr quiet,
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