The post. [volume] (Middleburg, Snyder County, Pa.) 1864-1883, 1876-03-23

with thirty three Jumps of sugar in
il. And thirty'threc humps there
we're, when | counted en-, after she
had gone TO bed.
mo very great temptations
these y said Mr.. Stedhurst, smiling
mo- sail his wife, "but stlaws
show which way the wind blows"
About month subsequently to
this conversation Edmond Stodhurst
came to his father.
Father said he. "t WAS twenty.
two years old in October
"Ycs," said Mr.. Stclhurst, lool;
ing hard at the end of the awl with
which he was mending his Sunday
harness.
".ind you were year younger
than that when YOU were married
II believe so, Ned.
"llave yon any objection to my
taking u wife
None in tho wor!l-if il proves
that she is the right sort Of II wife.'
answered the old gentleman.
"Father, have fallen il love with
Judith Black" confessed T. lmnnl.
Just exactly what l hiyo feared
all along" sail Mr. Stcdhurst, with
Il shrug OF his shoulders.
"Why do you use that word fear
ell, father = questioned T. lmunl.
because, my lad, she is almost a
stranger to us
"iather, wnull stake my life on
her truth and honesty cried the
young man.
"Blcaujo YOU are in love Will her
my son Edmund, look here! Have
you spoken to her ye. =
"Not yet, sir
"Win YOU do mo flvor?"
Elmuna smiled little. That
depends upon what il. Is, father
"Will you wait one week before
you as!; her b be your wife, VIII
y0~ wait ono week, without asking
any questions p
"lf yon desire it, sir. g."
AT the end of that, time. will
tell you what l thiah upon the mat,
ter
And Mr. Stolhurst went on with
the repairing of tn, sunday htrness.
The next day he brought down an
armful of oil coats, vests aud pants
from the gdrrct.
"Ju lith,' said he, "thcso things
are getting mo;h eaten. Tncy be
!ongod t. an old uncle of mine, wao
diol ten years ago An oil, mi5erlv,
oil fellow, who holriel cyrrythin.!
up, AMI del in Il cellar at last
want them cut NJ iutp carpet rags
Yes. sir" answered ia ii,h Black.
in the soft, los voice, which was hab-
itual to her Aud when her diy' :
routine of duty WAS done sho went
to work diligently with Ms. Stel-
hurst's biz shiniug shears.
She was all alnua in tho kitchea
tho next afternoon Just rs thn clock
was striking three. T. lnIal wis IN
the burn. sorting ont winter apples.
Mr. Stelhurst was hlmmering away
III buc ipDl IppIh bb ~ INV N1b va
shelves for tho mill, dairy, aal Mrs.
Stelhurat hal gone to Il nuighbOr' S
with har knitting work. And Gs
Judith Black worked she sang soiJly
to herself an old Scotch bl,h !,
bonnie Dundee
Picking mp an oil wastcolt of Gin
ger colorel cloth. she clipped off the
batton3 anl mechanically turned the
pockets inside ont to cut them away.
There was Il piece Of folden brown
ish paper in one Of them. judith
took it out without thinking much
of it, ana unfolded it,
To her surprise she preceivo1 that
it was n fifty dollar treasury note,
In her first establishment she ut
tered little cry, all alone though
she was. And then she remembered
what Mr.. Stolhurst had said about
the miserly old uncle who had
'hoarded mp his little gains and died
in cellar mt In , t." This, doubtless
was ono of the oil mans hiding
places and he had diel and made
no sign,
And this precious bit of paper !!
was it not hers by right Of discov :
cry : Her eyes cleaned and her
fingers trembled convulsively rs they
tightened their grasp upon it ! She
needed it 50 much! She was 50 poor
so pinched for money! Aud these
Stedhursts, to whom it would natur-
ally revert, were rich, dill not need
it They would never know Nobody
would know.
For minute tho temptation bat
tied fercely with her better nature.
For minute only! And then judith
rose up and went straight to the
door of the tool room--went with
dropping eyelids and scarlet stain
on either cheek.
"Come ill.," said Mr. Stsdhurst, rs
Judith knocked Mt the door, aud she
entered.
"AIr. Stcdhurst," said she, in n
voice that would falter little, in
spite of her resolution to control it,
''here is soma money, a fifty dollar
bill. / have found it in the pocket
of one of those old Waste oats J.
"Ah !" said Mr.. Stedhurst, put
ting down his plane, and taking the
crumpled bit of paper, "And why
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