The workingman's advocate. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1864-1877, 1873-03-08

plight myself, as you can see. can eN
plain
Bother the explanation !" said the far
mer abruptly, as he quickly jumped from
( his seat = Where il the girl Why
didn't You say 50 at first Come along
but stay will 90 myself, and away
across the fields he sped, returning direct
/ ly with the dripping little ~alf III his arms.
He mounted to the seat very hVrriedly
told oscar to do the same, then took the
reins with one hand with The ether he
held Amy to his breast), and urged the
horses il to frightful pace. Nuiy clung
10 him tenderly and smiled As she Itzed at
the fatherly sun Drowned face, The old
farmer Vas rough and uncuuth Ia appear
ance, but ia bearing he WAS all sentleness
and dignity. and his heart Vas tender and
true Is that of a guileless maiden.
Before they proceeded any considerable
distance, Amy felt relieved If all trace Of
embarrassment his kind look and kinder
words won her childish heart, and she IA
stinctively felt IA childs affection for the
honest weather worn old farmer. In
asked and unsolicited. she related her sad
history As she progressed, he would
look at her strangely and earnestly As If
lie half doubted all she said, bat there was
no dissmulation III her tone or look she
was frank. open and convincing and the
farmer would turn his head away and draw
his sleeve roughly across his eyes and to
tell the truth. his eyes had very humid
appearance
= Let me see. lac said when she had
finished but breaking oil suddenly he be
gan to ruminate and Iondrr "a deep and
thoughtful silence. Ay, yes. lac broke
out as suddenly and a. abruptly As he had
broken of. ''Iou said believe. that Your
name was Wood
% Yes, sir answered Amy.
"Mhy, then il is true beyond a doubt !,
wonder diJ not recollect It at first" "
Then YOU have heard II as. said Amy,
looking NJ inrIlrngly.
oh yes that IS yes, We read it ia
the papers yes, Of cUurse We did, lie
answered rather perplexedly. then turning,
he looked al Oscar and said
~ am not a stranger to your wrongs ;
you are a martyr, my boy, yes sir, you are; ;
but don't you know that a movement is
not worth mentioning unless it meets with
opposition The more evidence of radical
reformation in a movement OF any kind.
the more Purbling opposition It will IN
counter The ldolater Is very 10th to cast
away his worship nf images and follow the
teaching of he true God and in Christian
lands there are many worshppers of the
god Dollar, who are very tenacious Of their
faith and disposed to dispute the doctrines
IF those who advocate purer and iuster
religion hut here We are at last, he con
III II rft,l
white farm cottage, deeply embowered in
stately elms. wide spreading naples, and
many varieties Of foreign and domestic
fruit trees the whole forming a most
beautiful. outrageous, romantic arb,r
etum. A small stream spauurd by a rustic
bridge ran quite close tJ tAg cottage. On
this Id-r gazing drvamIly INTO the
water. stood a blooming young woman ,
rosy cheeks, cherry lps, large, dreamy
eyes, ami an eNtravagaHt amplitude OF
blonde hAIr She Vas attIed IN a neat
fitting. bright looking calico dress and
louped over-skirt, tastefully and artist, al
N trimmed Nesligently. but coqaetIshly y
fastened vi Her luAuriaut hair, we're few
Wild prairie flowers Though thus simply
apparrled, she looked rayishly loyeable
As the wagon came near she looked up,
and an expression Of intense inquiry CEN
tered in her face.
Come here, Molle, said the farmer,
as he stopped Just beyond the bridge: take
this child and put her to bed quickly aud
then get her something warm 10 drink Z:
she l. nearly dead, | really believe, and
no wonder, poor dear.
Yes. father" answered the girl, all
vaucing towards them, her eyes rivited
tixedly upon Oscar her father seeing her
earnest gaze, sand
Strange things happen ia this world.
Molhr you've seen him before
Yes, father, she replied, Id a Soft, SAL
voice. and her eyes began "a tll as she
took little Amy IN her arms
This Is NV daughter. MIR Wood. said
the farmer, turning to oscar. Mullle faced
around ike a flash, and gave her father
an inquiring. beseeching look. oscar lift
ed his hat respectfully.
Z" IL IS pS Sane as Iod an, responded the
father, iii answer to the daughters mute
but pointed question.
Mollie flushed violently, hut looked di-
vinely glad, then turned and ran toward
the house with little Amy, her heart plung-
ing in her fair breast like the piston of a
refractory engine her blood rushing
through her veins like liquid tire-her
whole being III burning glow OF gladness,
joy, bliss, rapturnus s"ul-entranclng de-
light What did it mean
II meant that the love which had like a
fatallsm sprung UP with electric sponta-
nety, hut which became iupershably in
etfaceable, immovably rooted IN the STAN
less soul of Mary Marmane. was not after
all immutably hopeless.
CHAPTER XXxIY
The steamer on which Mr. Geldamo and
Vida took passage, sailed directly to Havre,
an old seaport town Oh the west coast Of
France. They arrived there in about three
weeks from date Of their departure from
New Orleans, but did not remain long in
the city, as there are few, if any, architect
ural or other features Of interest to be seen
i'll the old seaport. The streets, or thor
oughfares. are quite wide, clean, and well
built but the situation Of the city Is very
low, being built on alluvial land recovered
from the sea From Havre they went to
Rouen, where they spent few days visit
ing the Justly eeiebrated cathedral, the
church Of 81. Ouen, and other points IT IN
terest along the Seine, not forgetting the
square Of La Pucelle, in which is erected
the statue Of Joan of Arc Vida did not
| fancy Rouen-the marrow dirty streets
we're such contrast to those Of Chicag"
that she was very glad to get away, and
gladder still when she found herself III the
universally far-famed city of Paris. Here
they whiled away nearly month, every
/ day unfolding something strlklnyly new
and magni6cently wonderful and grand
Vida was At first sorry when the time for
leaving Paris drew near, as since her arri-
| val there she felt less WEAKNESS, less Of
that aching longing for home and h,@
than she herself believed probable.
VIII ether this was caused by the soothing
effect which lapsing time generally brings.
or by the incessart strain on the imagIna-
ton incident to the constant revolving