Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1878-03-02
NO. SO.
Gales and Sketfhes.
A SUNDAY IN LIMEBURGH.
Continued from yesterday

to and fro nervously and glanced furtively
about him They had been alone. No
human being new OF the sale. Corbitt.
with the trifle left him, went off on beast
| ly spree, and his wife thought all of the
money had gone in it. He had not been
seen in Limeburgh now for two years;
most likely was dead; and if he ever did
turn up again. would surely have washed
ont all recollection of the thing in bad
whiskev.
They stood up to sing. The Judge
rose with the rest. The brain back of his
low, retreating forehead ached as a sud-
den blow. 1t had been used to honesty
hitherto. 1T stands in my name yet"
rang in his ears instead of sold hundred"
II may sink derricks instead of Corbitt.
| can go to Pittsburg and run an iron mill.
| What old Havens think ii I'd walk into
his bank a millionaire p Then he glanced
about the church. Yes, sir. | could
buy and sell all Lmeburgh," bending his
head to pray. The prayer did not touch
The level OF his thoughts. The Supreme
and Omnipotent Being, theGod OF Abra-
| ham, Isaac, and Jacob" whom the doctor
invoked had no connection with the grav-
ely patch, or Corbitl's cow-money,-at
least. the Judge found none. Watterson
| hurried up TO him as they left the church.
| You're a made man, an reckon you
| got that land ridickolusly cheap. Some
| folks has that luck, now. You'd better 90
over to Cross Creek tomorrow. III drive
you in my buggy"
The Judge smiled. The new Difference
in the tone pleased him.
| al NAV go over with you, thank you,
| Watterson," from the heights of manu-
tacturer in iron. 1t was ridiculous to call
the disposal Of that patch for the value of
a cow a sale. He could easily make up
the amount now TO Bessy and her mother,
and let the whole affair pass as mistake.
| Elizabeth had not stayed for the after
noon service. She could not leave her
mother so long, and her mind was so full
Of lew words which Mr.. Knapp had
| spoken, that it had no room tor the doc
tors learned discourse. II love you,
| Eizabeth." The whole snowy world
without was alive with her new hope and
passion; the church stitied her.
She ran, wrapping the thin cloak about
her, the snow almost to her knees, but her
cheeks were as red as the bit of cherry
collored ribbon at her throat; and she
sang scraps of songs, and laughed to her.
self when the wet gust Tapped in her face.
She would not marry him. Never. But
81 love you, Elizabeth !" Never was
there such a delightful wet race home;
never shone such wonderfully silvery
splendor in clouds or glittering peaks.
| But when she came into the house there
was no fire anywhere but in the kitchen,
| and there her mo her sat over the dying
ashes, crying quietly.
What is II, little mother? No. cant
touch you; I'm dripping wet"
Hester Brown was here and told ME
the house was to beSold next week. Oh,
Bessy, why did you hide it from me Z"
Hester Brown is-well. never mind
1t will not be sold, take my word for it"
trying to blow the .mbers into flame.
Then you know some way 10 renew the
mortgage Thought if it had been a sure
thing you would have told me-
$50, don't know any way. But the
Lord wont let The house be sold"
"Oh The Lord?n Mrs. Corbitt fell
back in her chair and began to cry again
feebly.
b. ssy looked up startled, her hands full
of charred sticks. Her molher did not
think of this help, neither had Mr. Knapp.
Pm sure didn't know there was any
mortgage on the property" moaned Mrs.
Corbitt. ''lll 20 TO the alms-house. I'll
not be a burden on you, Bessy"
| hu SDtii uCNti ~ thN
leaning on her knee. II am strong
enough to do something else than sew.
Wen cote Pittsbufg. These Limeburgh
people shall not drive US TO starvation"
with strange dark flood of bitterness
rising in her soul. In two more days they
would be turned out on the road These
Llmeburgh people had lately been hard
hard with her. Her father, she remem-
bered, had taught them all when he was
the villa ge schoo-master-a kindly, gentle
soul Now he was "Old Corbitt." The
very dogs barked at him his wife and
daughter might starve, and there was not
friendly hand held out to them. Eliza
beth would not have been half so bitter
ii she had been warm and well fed; but
as she knelt over the cold hearth to blow
the back log her petticoats clung wet to
her knees, she was miserably hungry, and
she knew that there was nothing in the
bare house but dry bread and milk
That will do, Bessy. 1t won't burn,
so what the useP Go out and see what
ails Crummies. Oh dear, dear! She's
been moaning for an hour
Bessy went out TO the stable. The COW
was lying on her side her eyes shut; she
was dying. as it seemed to the girl, out
OF sheer perverseness.
| Sne StlAl4nltutu utI Htau anu tUOk IL On
her lap, her hands trembling
''As ii there wasn't enough! Crummies
what on earth does all you? We haven't
anything but you | didn't think you'd
-you'd-"
\ man stepped into the little stable,
breaking he iCicles from the door.
My child, you certainly have some
thing else than a cow To turn to,-me. for
instance" and the Rev. Doctor Macintosh
long and gaunt and black in his Sunday
broadclolh, kneeed down beside her.
why, the cows choking. She
promptly barring his arm and plunging it
into Crummies' throat. "Only cob.
There come into the house, Elizabeth"
Was this the tedious dogmatic of the
wooden pulpit yonder This was ten
der father who stood before her, his old
ewes tull of pity, his hand held out. The
tears began to well up 10 Bessy's eyes.
who are those people yonder ?"
| Crouda of darE 6,rnras wera crossing