Weekly Trinity journal., 1876-07-22

with persistency which is beyond all
praise, when we consider the dishearten.
ing refusals which never failed to come
by return mail.
This state of affairs could not last al
ways. As Daniel grew softer, his father
grew harder, till one fatal night, exasper-
ated beyond measure at the then object
of his sons affection-a country miliner
who couldn't make bread-he willed his
snug little farm to widowed sister, VOW
ed that not cent his property should be
used for the support Of THAT doll with
blows in her bunnet - 1t was a harsh
and cruel act, but the old man was rend-
cred spiteful by a week of sleepless nights,
in which Daniel had given vent to his tu
mutuous emotions in practicing "Os-
SLAMS Seronade," and "The Lone, Starry
Hours" on cracked flute
Soon after Daniel was disinherited, the
milliner discovered that she "had not
known her own mind, and, the month
following, Mr.. Kilgore the elder settled
his last remaining obligation-the debt
of nature-l leaving his only son bruised
in heart and bereft of fortune. For few
days Daniels flute walled forth the most
dolefu tunes, among which could be dis
tinguished, "I'll hang my heart on the
willow tree," and, "As on Some Lonely
Buildings Top !" but gradually 1t glided
into livelier airs, till finally taking up the
ecstatic euogy of esquire Jones's Daugh-
tor" it thus proclaimed its owners res
toration to his usual health and spirits
Then hearing that work was plenty
here, Daniel came to Quigsby, and thus
Mrs. Mosely secured gardener, and the
village clocks a regulator, for, being gift
cd with ingenuity, Daniel, on rainy days,
picked up nm occasional sixpence in put
ting broken jewelry in order, or in repair
ing old umbrellas.
So it fell out that evening that he was
seated on the porch-steps at Miss Pa
tience's feet, mending her large square
breast-pinlwh looked like an old fash
ioned tomb.stone,) while she solemnly
knitted away at black stocking.
) "You broke this kind OF curious" re-
: marked Daniel, polishing the monument
tai slab on the cuff on his left sleeve.
~ didn't break it," sighed Miss Pa
tience, as II it were regret to her.
When ] was stopping at the Widow
Getchell's, her grand-chid was possessed
to play with that pin. and when was
having one OF my sinking spells he go; it
and pounded II with flat-iron."
0 "Widow Getchell, Mt Shy Corner 7
s Why, she's my aunt, and she's living on
v my fathers farm Do you know her?'
:, "Just as well as / do Mrs Mosely,'
!, said Miss Patience. "I've just beer
= making her little visit. She hadn't fair.
ly got settled after moving, so / tool,
right hold and helped her, and | remem-
Der brought on that spell by looking
ove- her wool and paper rags. She felt
awfuly about my pin and brought along
. this yarn I'm knitting and would have
, me take it,"
~ want TO knoww said Daniel who
always adopted either interrvgative OF
explanatory style in conversation.
;, "Yes, your aunt is an awful kind WON.
, an" pursued Miss Patience, pausing a
the seam needle. ~ know when fel,
a little better and begun to wind the yarr
. on an old letter got out Of tho rags, she
> took the ball and would finish IL for me
~ because looked just gone,' she said
Daniel was so touched by his aunt's
u kindness that he pressed the melancholy
. brooch into Miss Hitchins' hand begging
. her "not to mention the trouble"
' This was the first Of many evening"
. spent by him on the old porch at Mis-
o Patience's feet. Never before we're Mrs
. Mosely's tools in so fine condition, fo
Is in the twilight of Miss Paticnce's smil
l. the jovia Daniel fitted rake Teeth ant
whitfield hoe handles with astonishing
9 ardor and rs tho dews grew beavy, anC
= the bats were fitting, he would possess
himself OF the gradually diminishing
u black ball, and slowly unwind 1t while
IS Miss Patience, guarded from dnmpnesi
by a heavy shawl, as slowly knit.
= For Daniel was in love again, and bt
u knew it. He had often had the sensation
T before, and was used to it, and each time
$ it thrilled him with fresh rapture.
There seemed TO be an Artesian well oi
hope in his breast, which protected his
spirits from drought and in spite Of his
numerous reflections, he was firm in the
faith that his gushing affection would yet
find return. And why not Miss Pa
Q tience Was she not lone woman, tim
9 id and feeble, needing masculine support
But, alas this very reasoning made him
: pause; for how could he and Patience
5 live on what WAS just enough for him
1t was all very well in poetry TO speak
8 OF sharing ones crust with another, but
in the prose Of everyday lite, Daniel
. thought whole slice of bread was not
! too much for his digestion. And then
there were medicines, the pills and pow
t ders, the camphor and ammonia, which
! we're a part OF Miss Patence's daily diet
l and surrounded her with an atmosphere
/, peculiar 10 herself. Strong CHEEKY man
that he was, her weakness and melan-
choly made her very attractive to him
but how could he afford the luxury Of a
: sick wife. or even well one, now tha,
his father had cut him off without even
g the traditional shilling?
r These thoughts possessed him one ev'
: ening as he unwound Miss Patience
b yarn upon the porch. She was toeng of
4 the eacond stockin0 as ha raaled the last