The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1878-12-04

oiiB ButCu H. uoEuc. DoiA anu etu
has been since l drove poor Harr
away; for then life s1d light to m
were gone. Deeply as ! have wrong
sd him and you, let not the memor
of your wrong drive you from me
Give me daughters love, if hav
lost sons"
Annie shook her head and wep
bitterly.
But the old man and Annie lef
Asbpool hand in hand.
NIGHT THE THIRD.
The village sun-disl has cast th,
shadow of five long years since An
ME and Mr.. Barton left Ashpool
Her father was called away shortly
after 10 the last loug account, ant
Annie now resided with lost Harry I
father Five long years; no signs o
Harry, nor of any of the crew of ths
ill-fated vessel.
Hope is strong, and for long time
1t fiickered in the bosom Of Annie anC
the old man; but it had now died ou,
forever.
The month of June bad arrived
and the hot shaft from meridian
sun poured down on the heated land
scape.
Throughout Horton-a quiet rural
village-silenee reigned. The quiet
hum-drum folks that lived there could
rest at noon; the tradesman dozed in
his parlor, and the herdsman sought
the shady side of a hay rack and
slept the sleep of health and peace.
The silence was only occasionally
disturbed by the hummiDg bee and
the lowing of distant herds.
Along the dusty road a traveller
came-a handsome, well-built man
in garb of foreign manufacture, his
face AIMED by fierce tropical climes,
and grGced with a mustache and
hands me beard. He came slowly
along. gazing around him with a
strange light in which hope and joy
were strangely mingled Entering
the village he pondered for moment,
and then made his way to its we'll
known inn, tie Rising Sun"
What village is this 2" inquired
be.
"Tbe viii ge OF Horton" !" said mine
host, with emphasis and this is the
Rising SUI, both on 'em we'll known
10 the world 10 general"
Il beg your PARDON said the
stranger with smile. 81 ought to
have known, but I've been abroad
for many years, and really these for
eign places drive everything ont Of
ones head"
''I'm sure on it," said the host,
moliled. "Will you stay here, sir ?"
IL cannot tell at present-in the
evening will let you know. Does
Mr.. Barton still reside here?n
He does, sir; but he's not Mr..
Barton now. We all thought him
iron, but since be lost his son be has
become another man. Bless you,
sir, the poor may do anything with
him any trouble or suffering here
will find him ready to relieve it.n
WAS it unusual for him to do SO !''
asked The stranger.
"Well, it was rather so, although
be always gave every man his due,
and perhaps little more; but now
be can't do enough. Here's a case,
for instance. When poor Weston,
the gamekeeper, died, (the stranger
started and turned slightly away
what does Mr.. Barton do but assist
bis pretty daughter-not with little
money, but be absolutely took her to
bis home to live"
The stranger uttered not a woId,
so mine host went on:
Yes, he took her home sad treats
her like daughter, and you may see
them any night, taking their favorite
walk down to the willow by Ashpool.
They take a strange fancy to the
place, and the people round about
here already cal! that place fBarton's
Pilgrimage"
Il shall stay here until the even :
ing," the stranger suddenly exclaim-
ed. Bring me some refreshments to
private room, aud let none disturb
me-"
The day has passed, and twilight