The Newtown bee., 1880-11-03
Principal and Interest.


 diamonds upon the broad green plunles of the cornfield by the wayside; the grass that bent over the footpath was heavy with evening moisture; yet these two wanderers clung together homeless and alone in the falling shadows of the night.
 "Cheer up, my child, we have not Verry Tar to go. Come closer, let me brush the dew from your curls. Now take my hand"
 But the child hung back, sobbing with weariness and exhaustion, and the pale mother, bending over her in the vain attempt to soothe the hyster- ieal excitement, did not hear the rumble of advancing wheels until they passed close to her, and rough, hearty voice exclaimed:
 "What ais the little girlP Is she sick?'
 Mary Ellsworth had never seen Farmer Raynesford before-yet the moment her eye rested upon his wrinkled, sunburnt face, with the shaggy brows overshadowing kind eyes, she felt that he was friend, and made answer promptly.
 Not sick, sir, but very tired. We have walked long way"
 Get much farther to gof" asked the farmer, tickling the horses ear with'the end of his whip.
 ''TO Brocton."
 That is four mics off, and the little gal is pretty nigh used up already"
 T know it, said the woman, with sign. "But have no money to hire a lodging nearer. In Brocton l hope to obtain work in the factory"
 "I won't hear no such thing?" said he, energetically. "Why, that child can't go twenty rods further! Here, get in long with me. You won't be none the worse for a bit of supper and good nights rest. I know Hannah'll scold,n D he muttered, as he lifted the little girl to his side and extended his hand to the mother; "but I can't see olks perishing by the wayside and never offer to help 'em. I don't care if she scolds the roof of the house off"
 house, gray with the storms of nearly halt century, with broad door-stone, overhung by giant lilac bushes, and Q kitchen where even in the bloomy month of June, a great fire roared up the -throated chimney, and shining rows of tins winked and glittered at every upward leap of the flames. Such neat kitchen it was! Mrs. EllsWorth's s heart involuntary warmed at the genial sight.
 MT. Raynesford jumped out of the wagon, threw the lines over post, and went in to conciliate his domestic des- pot. Look here, Hannah,' said he to a tall, angular-looking female who emerged from pantry near by at the sound of his footsteps, her face nearly or quite as sour as the saucer of pickles she was carrying, "jest set couple more plates on the table, will youp I've | brought home 8 woman and little gal that found a piece below, cen almost tired to death. They was calculatin' to walk on to BroctoD, but I thought it | wouldn't hurt us to keep lem over night"
 Pm astonished at you, Job Raynes- ford, said his etter-half. in 2 tone oi 1 indignant remonstrance. We might jest as well hang out tavern sign at once, and done with iG; you're always bringing home some poor miserable l creetur or other, and-n
 There, there, Hannah,n interrupted MT. Raynesford, Pm always willin' to hear you when you're anyways reason able, but 1t goes clear agin my grain to see poor folks sufferin' and never stretch out 8 helpin' hand. sTain't | Scripter; no, 'tain't human natur'.''
 Well, go your own gait, Job Raynes. l ford, P responded his wife, tartly; ssonly mark my words, if you don't end you1 days in the poorhouse, 'twon't be through no fault O yourn.n She shut the pantry door with bang l that made all the jelly cups and milk I pans rattle, while Job. with an odd grimace. went out to help his guests te 1 alight.
 Don't mind my old womau,n saiC | he, apOlOgetically, as Mrs. EllswaYtI | sprang to the ground; she's kind @ sharp spoken, but she means we'll, artel all. We ain't just alike in our notions l you know"
 | If all the world were like you, sir, : said the young widow. with tears 1T 1 her eyes. there would be less want and suffering by far.' Farmer Raynes ford pretended not to hear-he was busy helping little Mary out.
 : Set on them blackberries, Hannah ?, said he, toward the close of the evenins meal; the little gals so tired she can'i eat nothin' solid!''
 was calculatin' to keep the black berries for the donation party to-1nor row." said Mrs. Raynesford. rising witt ! rather an unwilling air.
 Nonsense!" quoth the farmer, witt 8 broad laugh. I'm havin' donation party of my own tonight! Here, littls one, see if these berries don't put some color inLO your cheeks. y l All the evening little Mary sat by tho ] hearth, with her hands in her mothers and her large blue eyes fixed earnestly on the farmers face.
 What are you thinking about. dear ?, asked Mrs. Ellsworth once. She drew