Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1875-04-22
off, leaving Fred forty times deeper in
love than ever,as she intended he should

Gle is prince of men" she thought
and III give him one DAYS rest. Bless
the dear old soul, she has blue eyes like
my dear gran1m 'ther.
The she won Sabina's confidence,
and found 81 E was worrying about tie
purchase of some household matters
tn at would not go in the black leather
Trunk, and that she did not like to wor-
ry Fred about it.
She drove to the places where the
best goods could be had, keeping guard
over the slender purse against all impo
sition, till the last towel was satisfacto,
rily chosen and directed. Then sic
drove her home, and brought her to the
II ON where grandmother was queen
knowing the, Stately old lady would
make the countrywoman welcome.
In the evening that followed, Fred
heart was touched and warmed, till
scarcely conscious Of his own words, he
he told his long cherished secret, and
knew that he won love for love.
And Sabina staid two weeks and
then went home to the immense relief
of the Gorhams, and carrying no regret
at leaving any but Fred andaCornelia
1t was not even suspected that Cor
nelia spent four weeks in the hight oil
the summer season listening to the prais
es of Fred at Sabin Is farm house, and
even Fred did not know it until he
came too, after she was gone, and had
his share of the pleasure of hearing low
ing commentator of one he loved
He wore the necktie, and made him
self so much at home that Sabina wept
some of the bitterest tears of her life
when he left
'To have you both and lose you'll!
she sobbed.
'Next time we will come together,
Fred whispered, and so consoled her.
But alas ! the next time Fred came
was to superintend the funeral of the
gentle old lady, and though Cornelia
came, too, his happy wife, there was no
welcome in the pale lips or blue eyes
closed forever. e
But the will the old lady left gave
all her worldly possessions to her ''dear
nephew, Frederick Gorham," the farm
and the farm house.
1t was apparently no very great leg
acy, and Cornelia smiled at many of the
old-fashioned treasures she found'hoard-
ed away, though she touched all with
the tender reverence death leaves.
Ten years ago Sabina was laid in her
narrow coffin to rest. and there is q
a busy, fourishing town around the site
of the old farm.
Mr.. Frederick Gorham lives Il ere
now, and now handles immense sums
of money, the rents ofstately buildings.
"Made his money, slb by specula-
tons" you will be told, if you inquire
as to his source of income, ga fortunate
purchase of the ground before the town
was thought Of
But I, who know, tell you that the
only speculation he made was the kind
ness of his heart, extending loving at
tentions to his fathers sister, and that
the only land he ever owned was Aunt
Sabinas farm. .-. s........
DETROIT JUSTICE His Honor came
in growing about the weather. and as
soon as he got his overcoat off he
looked over the warrants like wagon
running down hill, and called for the
hrst man to put in an appearance. :
The individual happened to be John
Beecher, a tangle- haired, thin wasted
Young man of twenty summers or so,
"You seem to BIT sad" remarked his
Honor, as he looked over the desk.
'I-I don't feel bit we'll, replied
John. m
''Being drunk last night and lying
on the walk for three or four hours
didn't help your general health any,
did it," ;t sgq 54 LII
"Oh, sir! I'm sorry and want to go
right home to Shiawassee county,
moaned the prisoner.
''You got drunk-broke window
had fight fell down bit the Off
Ger, and if you think you can get out
OF here without a scratch, you're as
badly deceived as the bear which
Rugged stone man.
'I-know shan't live long film
sent to Jail, gasped John. IT,
'They keep a lawyer up there to
make wills, and they have one of the
best sections in the West" answered
his Honor, "Jusice cries for vengence,
and Bijah shall chalk sixty days on
your back. Here's an old jack knife
which the police took away from You,
and in case of your death it will be
duly labelled aud sent by express to
your friends. Detroit Free Press.
"You look like death on pale
horse" said gentleman to an old