The post. [volume] (Middleburg, Snyder County, Pa.) 1864-1883, 1872-06-13

and manly way, bad told him OF bis
love and affection for Ecauor aul re- /.
ques,oi his consent to th ,ir urioa.
Had thunderbolt fallen at the
feet Of old john Wilson, his astouish-
ment would not have been greater.
his frat impule had been TO strike the
young man TO the earth, but after q
momcnt's reflection lowered his knotty
walking stick aud had relieved his
mind by torrent OF words that wer
both unreasonable and uncallcd. for.
Hc had forbidden tho young man ever
to see Eleanor again, or TO use any
means OF communication with her.
He had threatened him with ven.
geance II he ever dared make any en-.
deavor to renew his attentions to her
and had driven the young artist in dc.
spair from his presence.
Love laughs ut humao restraints.
and human haods eau fashion neither
bolt nor bar of strength and power to
always bold apart two hearts that love
each other.
Notwithstanding tho restraints plac
ed upon Eleanor by her ever watch.
ful father, she frequently contrived .
meet her lover, aud one morniog there
was a vacant seat at the old family
breakfast table, and u more vacant
expression on the old mans features
when he learned that Eleauor was
gone. His FIRST feelings we're of au-
ger, yet os the thought came to him Of
oil the happiness she had brought him
of her kind words aud her childish
affection for him, a tear from dun
eye, trickled down over his furrowed
face aud fell upon his horny hands.
but the old spirit came back again.
his evil genius trium phcd, and with
an expression Of un obangeable deter.
minatiou, he brought his clouched
hands down upon the table with force
that made it tremble.
Eleanor is lost to Us forever, she
shall never come homo again. .-..
"John, are you crazy p said his
amicable little vile, vainly striving
to quiet the tc mpest in his breast.
Sally" he returned, II eau never
forgive her. There's no use 10 your
arsuin the matter, it only aggrcyatcs
me. I'd rather have buried the
poor girl than to have had her gone
off So" and with groan he started
from his chair, pulled his old hat over
his eyes, aud lett the room started
down the lane in the unpleasant state
OF mind in which we iud him in
the commencement Of our story.
lie walked slowly al ns uotll he
reached the bars opening iuto the
Highway, and seating himself upon
them pulled out his jackknife, and
splitting q bit OF cedar from the bar
post, commenced whittling. lie
glanced up aud down the road but
could see nobody. aud he fell 10
thinking again. He saw in memory
the face of fair aud beautiful child
His little Eleanor, the sound o! " hose
voice, 10 hor iDnocebi childhood, had
been the music OF his life. How ma
ny bright castles had he built for
her how earnestly had he planned
and toiled for her, that Gs she grew
to maturity she might have the means
OF learning the many arts and accom-.
plishmcDts OF her sex that would
render her perfect in womanhood. She
had grown to be all that he had hop
cd for, and when he was most proud
OF her she had flown from him, and
his labor o! love had been 10 vain
How often do the invisible prompt
logs OF u misguided will render the
human uiad iascnsi bic to all discrim
iuation between what is right and
wrong?
Thus II was with old john Wilson,
his better feelings woul d have pre-
vailed had not his iron will held them
in subjecliop.
lie glanced backward towards the
old farmhouse, there was har dly an
object that met his eyes that did not
suggest some thought of her ; his
will was begianiog to waver. "Aiter
ALL he muttered Moore is not so
had fellow. hadn't got nothin'
again him except in this matter
rather liked the fellow until ! found
out he was trying to steal Eleanor
irom me, wouldn't have thought
MIN capable Of SO mean an action.
His bein poor hain't nothing particu-
larly agin' him. People might have
said the r-.~~ - me when was q
his age, a