Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-08-24

her feiends from that tine to this. One
! OF the neighbors who had been down to
the river that evening about dark, to
catch some cells, said he saw quite
number of canoes at the landing place,
and several Indians had been seen prowl-
ing about the deacon's house. But no
( trace of the fugitives could be discovered,
until one dav an Indian came and hand
ed letter to the deacon and instantly
disappeared. The old gentleman put on
his spectacles and read few words,
which assured him that his daughter
would be in safe hands, and that her de-
parture was entirely voluntary.
But the good old deacon was sadly dis
turbed at the IDEA of his only daughters
going off with a man whom he feared was
no better than he should be. Indeed, it
| would have gone to your very heart to
hear the old man, when they were all as
| sembled at their evening devotions, put
ting up his prayers for Tat erring child,
who had gone forth from her fathers
house, to wander they knew not whittier,
and to become they knew not what. But
wheresoever she might have gone, and
though among the wicked on the great
deep, as the old man much feared, still
his prayers went after her, that the
Lord would uphold and save the child he
had lost
Years flew by, and the old people had
long been gathered to their fathers, and
Medad had succeeded to the farm, with
a large family Of children about him. I
forgot TO mention that the fiat stone in
the woods had been accidentally discov-
cred and taken to the house; and when
Medad came to be married and had new
room finished off at his wites suggestion,
he chose this for hearth-stone.
One night, after the close of the French
war, as he and his wife were porting over
the stone before dull fire and he was
telling for the hundreth time. the story
of his long lost sister-how handsome she
was, and how she used to make the
young men peel apples, some one
knocked at the door. Medad opened it
and man entered at the same time hand
ing him letter. The letter was soon
opened and proved to be from his sister:
"BRoTHER MEDAD:- IF you are still liv.
ing, give the bearer all the aid you can in
his present purpose and remember Mory."
Medad could hardly believe his eyes.
"Why, is our Mary still living?"
eyes sir; your sister is still living and
WE'LL" said the visitor.
"Do tell?" calculated the brother of
Miss F.. "And where is shea"
In the West Indies" answered the
gentleman, who, I must add was sea-
farng man, and master of French YES
sci that had lately come into Boston. II
wish to know" continued he, ''if there is
stone on your farm, with number
letters engraved upon it,"
"Here it is, SIR" said Medad, pointing
to the hearth.
The gentleman took out a paper on
which similar letters were marked. and
found the inscription to be exactly what
he was seeking.
"Now," said he, "Mr. F., where did
this stone come from?'
Medad sat down and related the whole
history of it SO far as he knew, and end
ed by saying that he ''guessed' he could
find the very spot from which the stone
was taken. However, they defer ed the
search until the next morning. The Wis
itor then desired Medal to enter into an
engagement with him that he would not
only show him the spot from which the
stone was taken, but woulc not hinder or
modest him in removing from his premi-
ses anything he might be able to find be-
low the surface of the ground, and offered
as compensation for his forbearance and
assistance, to crafty any wish that he
might then have. Mcdad thought it a
very strange proposal, and shrewdly sus-
pected the gentleman must be in search
of money, and if he were to let good
windfall slip through his fingers, which
might then be lying on his farm, he would
ertainly repent it.
;'Tell We what" said he to the captain,
''I'll go We halves in what ye're looking
after.0
"No sill" answered the stranger; "what-
ever it may be, it belongs of right to your
sister or rather to her husband, and Meth
er you or have any moral claim to it;
so name the terms and strike the bar
gain"
"But s'pose I don't choose to; and
s'pose Id rather make the search on my
own hook 90
"You never would find it, sir" replied
captain, IF you were to pillow your whole
farm over again and again.
Medad thought about 1t a while, and
finally concluded that he would try, at
last, for he did not relish the idea of
being outwitted by skipper.
Accordingly, the next morning they
went into the woods to the place whence
the stone was taken, and Medad began
to dig. After he had thrown up all the
earth which the roots of the tree would
suffer to be removed, he gave up thtre,
and went to another spot. In this man
ner he spent the whole day with the cap
tain at his side, who felt very confident
that he alone could find the object of
their search.
At night Medal stole out alone to the
woods, having made his wife hang the
family bible around his neck by silken
thread, and taking a wand of witch-hazel
IN his hand. He CROPPED about the wood
sometime until he thought his stick bent
down to the ground, where he began to
dig again. Presently he took his crowbar,
and striking into the hole, felt 1t in con-
tact with some large and hard object. He
struck it second time; and Just then, as
he said aloud to himself, 81 have it." away
it rolled, under the ground, with harsh,
rumbling noise; the crowbar was violent
~ wrenched from his hand, and he found
himself lying on his back!
He went home, and told the captain if
he would pay off mortgage of fifty
pounds, now existing against his farm, he
would sign the agreement. He hardly
expected such demand would be acced-
ed to, for he really had no definite con-
ception of any larger sum than the mort
gage against which he had been strug-
Cling, and which was his measure of pe-
buniary magnitude. The captain paid