The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1874-11-25
AGNES HAVlLAND' 'SERlDE.

Aggie Haviland came walking slow.
~ down the Struggling, ill-built prin-
cipal street of the new Western yil-
lage one warm September day, her
hands full OF letters and papers. The
dry good clerks and the druggists had
kept sharp lookout for the iutter OF
her blue muslin, aud came casually to
the door IN time for bow and smile.
The editor of the Weneta News, who
did more than the brain work of his
journal, on the contrary, kept careful
ly out Of sight, lest he should be seen
in his shirt sleeves, While he got n
passing vision of fair face and sun
nv brown curls, under broad hat.
Young DIR. Hadden made minute
inquiries concerning Mrs. Haviland's
health since her last attack, in the
vain hope Of eliciting some s.1nptom
that would justify his immediate at
tendance. ..
1t might have been very we'll for his
suit if he had but mamma was much
better than usual, thank you," and he
was obliged to let her pass on home
ward alone.
The sun was still high in the west
ern sky behind her, gliding the waters
of a beautiful broad river. Aggie
fingered on the long bridge, looking
at the sky and water, the shaded banks
aud fair meadows beyond, but quick
ened her steps when she perceived that
Melissa Briggs was making signals to
her from the front gate.
"Aggie, your ma is just 10 a peck Of
half 6ushels" said Miss Briggs as
Agnes drew near. "She's got a gal
vanic dispatch for your pa, and he's
up to the fruit farm"
Agnes ran up to the flower. bordered
walk. and hurried into the sittiRs'
room, where her mother, nervous in.
valid, sat, excited and troubled, with
the telegram in her had.
agnes, howscan we get word right
away to your fatherf Here is a mes
sage from Mr.. Smith for him to be in
New York by Friday, without fail
Agile, the whole suit depends upon hi:
being there"
"Don'l be troubled, mamma; We
can find plenty of ways" said. Aggie
smiling brightly, taking the dispatch
while her mother leaned back with ar
air of relief. as if she had handed ovel
all responsibility with the paper, fol
Agnes had learned self.reliance as hel
mother lost it.
"1Iet me see; papa went up Will
Martin and the peach boxes and ex
poets to Gene back by the Jones Set
tlement stage" ..t
"And that doesn't come down unit
Thursday night" said Mrs. Haviiand
worrying again. "Agnes, your fathe
is full of notions. The loss of tha
suit would be mole than twenty farm
in the Sand Ridge!"
"The fruit farm is pretty good no
tion, though" said Agnes, brightly
"Pll tell you what l think, mamma
it will be better to 60 after him my
self then there will be no mistake.
at is twelve miles through the woods
objected Mrs. Haviland.
"Only three or four miles of tores
mamma; and shall be there befor
night. . ---
"But / shall be uneasy about yo,
Haven't heard somethig bad abou
the people up that way %
"Iguess not" laughed Aggie. "Nov
mother. don't worry about me! AS
| couldn't ride up to the farm an
back with papa, in time for the trai
in the morning"
So it was settled, and Aggie ran oil
to the stables to have the horses sal
died, Melissa Briggs following.
"What's up, Aggie" queried Il
damsel.
II am going after father" reptile
she. .-r. -
who's goia' alcng?"
"No one"
II wouldn't do it for nothin' in tn
livin' worldv p cried Melissa. "Tt
horse thieves'll ketch you!"
al guess not" said Agnes, with il
difference.
"Why, Aggie, you sha'n't do j
They killed a peddler up there on
for his money"
; "Melissa, isn't that what yoa call
'bogle story?'"
"No, sir.eeI" chimed in Billy, Il
stable'boy; "the stage driver alwa.
carries pistols"
"Weil, I've got to go. at any rate
she, said, turning toward the hous'
"and don't either of you tell the
stories to mother for anything"
Mr.. HaViland was engaged in lii
gation which might leave him mi
lionaire or The possessor Of very mo'
crate means. In anticipation of II