The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1879-04-17
THE MORTGAGED FARM.

"SM o'clockw said Marion Hilyard
looking up suddenly, as the tall, old
fashioned clock in the corner rang GU,
It's shriH announcement; six o'clock
and oh! mother, here is Jenny Lane
punctual. to the very moment. Now
we shall have good news from Jack,
hope" IT. f.. . .a.
She ran out to the gate, flushed and
eager, to receive the letter from the
country carrier; and, returning, seated
herself on low stool at her mothers
fleet, and broke the envelope.
On the first glance at it's contents, a
shade of disappointment dimmed hen
bright face. s.. ....u..n .#
Instead of reading the note aloud
she glanced hurriedly over the brief
lines, and then silently, with quivering
lip, placed it in her mothers hand and
durned aside to window.
This is what Mrs. Hilyard read:
DEAR MADAM / saw your son few DAYS
sihCe, when, to my SURPRISE be expressed him
self reluctant to apply his money to the redeem
ing of the mortgage, saying that he required il
for q speculation which promises to be more
profitable to him than the holding of the farm.
have, therefore, been compelled to dispose of
the mortgage to gentleman of my cquaint-
ance, who proposes to take immediate pos
eession, and consider it my duty to inform you
thereof, in order that you may lose no time in
making arrangements for removal
Very Respectfully,
ABNEk HARRIS.
Mrs. Hilyard returned the letter to
its envelope with trembling hand and
q dazed, bewildered look, as though un-
able to" realize the blow which had SO
suddenly fallen upon them.
Her eyes met Marion's, and the girl
sthrew herself upon her knees by he1
9nother's side, and burst into a passion
of tears.
ooh, mother, mother! what shall we
do? What will become of us?"
The Lord will provide" said
Mrs. Hilyard, raising her overfowing
eyes to the motto on the wall, en-
tbroidered by Marion's own hand
g Where is your faith, my child, that
it should fail you in this the very hou,
of need?" .u
Mother, it is not so much the loss
of our home, nor the poverty and trial
In store which grieves me, but that
-Jack-your own son, my own brother
should have SO changed. Oh,
mother, I know that our Father in
Heaven will not desert us, but to
whom on earth can we turn when even
Jack can become worldly and heart
Iess?" - las
At this moment a little blue-eyed girl
burst into the room with:
Mamma Marion! here is Miss
7Melia Anderson at the gate, in her
buggy. She says will you step out a
minute, for she wants to tell you about
old Mr.. Willard being sunstruck; and
she daren't leave her horse without
somebody to hold him."
Marion was in no condition to listen
TO Miss 'Melia-the greatest gossip in
*the neighborhood; so Mrs. Hilyard,
drying her eyes, was in civility COM
spelled to see the informal visitor.
Marion, her head resting upon the win
'dow-sill behind the screen of cinging
vases, could have heard every word
spoken; but, absorbed in her grief, she
paid no attention until the name of Wat
Hinton struck upon her ear.
"It's true, for certain; for Maria had
lit from his own sister, Aggie Hinton.
Says Maria, in her wild way, If he
comes back with all that money-you
sknow his Uncle Samuel left him most
~of his property last year-says Maria,
liz he comes back rich mean to set my
cap for him. On which Aggie answers,
ooh, you needn't; for he's to be married
before long, and to real nice, pretty
girl Of course Maria wanted to know
1,dl about it; but Aggie only laughed in
sher mysterious way, until, Maria says,
Z | believe you are joking!' when Aggie
replies, If Walter isn't married before
winter I'll make you present of my
new earrings which he has sent me-
SO you see it's certain sure; and no
doubt he'll bring his bride to visit his
iGaanily, and then, tell Marion, we may
Look out for grand party. When the
Hintons undertake to do things they al
ways do them handsomely"
Marion stayed to hear no more. Gid
ing out of side door, she crossed the
garden, passing little Myra, who was
sfondling a snow-white calf, her great
pet and treasure, and who called out to
her to "see how fast Snowfall was grow
,ng."
Poor little sister! It would be as
shard upon her as upon her mother and
sherself to leave the dear old home, with
all the scenes and objects endeared to
them by the association of their lives.
For in that ample, pleasant, old-fash-
toned farm house Mrs. Hilyard had been
born and married, and here her children
also had first seen the light
Two years ago her husband-who had
u. J.LA1o $50 o%.ao1 ~ xx,o1yo !, es,,o