The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1875-03-18

ing features Oi ueI li.tilei, enu prayed
that the goldfend would set him free.
When Agnes retired she left her faith
er up; but ere long she heard him put
his little trunk away and then go to his
bed And then she slept.
Hark what sound Is that? Agnes
starts up in alright and listens. But
see a bright light is cleaning out into
the night, and thick volumes Of smoke
pour into the garnet.
s'Fire fre'' sounded voice from
the entry, and she hears the sharp
cracking now, and feels the heat.
ssAgnes, my child /" And in another
moment she meets her father upon the
stairs. He is dressed, but she is not.
''Takayour clothing, Agnes, and you
can put it on in the entry. The house
is all on fire"
In few minutes more the father and
child stood in the road the latter with a
bundle of clothing in her hand while the
former held small trunk. They gazed
upon the burning building, but neither
Of them spoke.
And others came running to the scene,
but no one tried to stay the flames. And
the effort would have been useless had
it been made, for the old shell burned
like finder. But more still-no one
l L. oGno T,,1
success been evident, for the miserable
old hut had too long occupied one of the
fairest spots in the village. There were
no other buildings to be endangered, SO
they let the thing burn.
''You haxe your money SAFE said
Agnes.
eyes. See, I took the trunk. [ left
the candle burning so that could watch
it. But I got the trunk p And as he
spoke he held it up and gazed upon it
by the haring ruins.
sThat is not the trunk !" whispered
Agnes in alright.
"Not-'' But the old man spoke
no further He saw that he had taken
the wrong trunk. This was only filled
with old cards and dusty receipts.
Ruined Lost!" groaned Noah
Bremen, as he turned from the scatter
ed embers. 81 had 100000 in that
trunk and where is it now?"
Never mind,' said Agnes, winding
her arm about her fathers neck, swell
be happy without it. %
"What ?" uttered Noad Bremen, gaz-
ing into Walter Adams face. ''Do you
mean that you will give me home, too2
That you Will provide for me and keep
meg
eyes, returned the youth, hopefully.
81 never could be happy with Agnes,
much as I love her, if [ thought her
poor old father had no house Come,
we'll live together, and be as happy as
the days are long
''But your salary, young man %
els sufficient for US, sir. [ have ST.
900 year. We can live on that, and
lay up something, too
"Well, well-take her, love her, be
good to her, make her happy, don't ever
When the old man saw the joyous
tears leap from his child's eyes he turn
ed away and walked quickly from the
house; but he was not so quick but that
he heard the blessing that followed him.
And when he walked alone beneath the
starry heavens he wiped his eyes, as
though something troubled him.
Gay as lark was gentle, beautiful
Agnes when she became the wife of
Walter Adams. The rose bloomed again
upon her cheek and the smiles were up
on her happy face, like sunshine, all the
day long.
"Do you pray to God to help you to
love me now?' the old man asked, after
she had lived with Walter some months.
'Why-what do you mean? ?" asked
Agnes, in surprise.
'You used to pray SO, for I have
heard you, returned Noah.
A moment the young wife gazed into
her parents face, and then she answer
ed, while she threw her arms about his
neck
ooh I pray that you may be spared
to us for long years in peace and hap
piness; but-love you9 Oh! could not
help it if I should try. And Walter loves
you, father--he loves you very much,
for he has told me so many times
There was something more than usual
in the old MANS eye now.
One evening, as the happy trio sat at
the tea-table, Walter looked more
thoughtful than was his wont.
"What is it, love % Agnes asked.