The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1879-10-12
The Cranberry Swamp.

1AO OlOIUCllJ Ondllip,
"Of course, " said young Doctor Dsd-
ling, ia man has bis own fortune to
look to-.
"of course ~ said Judith Grey; and
as she spoke the words cold chill seem.
cd to creep, like slowly congealing ice,
around her who lie heart.
ST you had consulted me as to your
AFFAIRS went on the young man, ''in-
stead of taking this very extraordinary
step, entirely without advice or coun-
| sell
eyes, l know" hurriedly i~nterposed
Judith; 'but It's over and past now, so
perhaps we had better not talk about
it.n
The red winter su nset was blazing
with sullen fire above tho cedar copse
in the west; the leafiess woods held up
their black arms, in a sort Of wrestling
agony, toward the sky, as the bleak wind
tossed them to and fro; and a solitary
raven uttered his ominous croak in the
woods at the back OF the house.
Doctor Dedling shuddered as he look
ed around him, and glanced out toward
the dreary swamp that extended toward
the east.
"Such a place." said he, "for a wo-
man to elect to live ini"
SIT isn't cheerful" said Judith;
shut I've lived here all my life, you
known
THE more reason for wanting to get
out of 1t now," said the doctor, i'm
patiently.
Judith was silent. She looked at the
fire blazing on the old-fashioned hearth,
and tried to keep back the fast-rising
tears.
Doctor Dedling rose aud took up his
hat.
'sThen I am to consider that our en-
gagement Is quite at an endP" said the
doctor.
"Yes," said Judith, in a low tone.
II shall always wish you WELL" said
the doctor, affably.
81 thank you.n said Judith.
"Good-bvir said Doctor Dedlino
"Good-byln responded .Judith.
The next moment, she was alone with
the blazing logs. and the cricket cbirp-
ing on the hearth. and the strange
weird shadows that came and went on
the walnscoted wall.
1t was lust a month to might since
they buried old Miles Grew ont of sight
Little Judith. who had worn herself ont
in taking ARE Of him. had dropped 4
few sincere tears on tho cheap coffin
that encased his remains b,t no one
else had seemed particularly to erieye.
Mrs. Pytchley. her elder sister. who
was married to a New York grocer.
had boldly declared that It was high
time the old man took himself off the
stage of this world, and had no secret
Of her disappointment when it was dis
covered that a thousand dollars in rold-
pieces represented all his boarded
wealth. with the exception of the cram
berry-swanp. upon whose dreary verge
stood the house: and this dreary pro-
perry, BY the terms of the will. was to
be divided between his two nieces.
Judith Grew and Maria Pytcblev. as
thew themselves might agree.
"I,Il take the ready monev ), said
Mrs. Pytcbley hastily. "What could I
do with three or four miles of Gran.
berry-swamppn
"Or what could Judith do with It.
either?n said Hobart Pytchley. who
was whiting n nine stick beside the
fire.
81 dare say she could manage very
nicely.n said Maria. .I,ye heard unele
Miles say that he sold sixty dollars,
worth Of cranberries- one rear ont Of
the swamp.n
"Humphln orunted Mr.. Pytchley.
uAnd that's legal interest on n tbou.
sand dollars. YOU KNOW added his
wife. ..Wbat do YOU saw. Juditb.n
SIT makes no difference to me. - said
Judith. quietly.
at does tn me then,,, said Mrs
Pytcblev. uBecause. as Won know very
we'll. Hobart,s business ia in the city.
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