Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1880-08-18
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You don't mean that they're actually tax
ing any steps about that old idea of rail-
way between here and Glassyille -
''Yes, do" said the landlord.
LISA committee of rich capitalists as
are building factories close to the falls {:
and they mean to pm. up rows Of tene-
menf houses all along, and lay down a
line OF rails, and don't say mentioned II.
Doctor, because | ONLY caught snatch
here and there, when ! was carrying in
the plates. and setting on the fruit. and
nuts and wine-but it's to go right through
Old Miles Gray's cranberry swamp, the
new railroad is,
And the chairman of the committee J.
goin' to offer Miss Judith five thousand
dollars in good, clean, hard money for
her share Of it -
Doctor Dedling stared
''Five-thousand- dollars 80 repeated
he slowly.
Could it really be a fact ? If so-and
there seemed very little reason tor doubt
ing it-what fatal mistake had he made
in rejecting bride who could bring the
rich portion Of cranberry swamp rs
her welded dover. If he had known
this half an hour-one little half hour
ago!
'Don't fret about him Judith dear: he
isn't worth it :" urged honest Marmaduke
Redfield, who stopped on bis way to the
postoffice to bring message to his
mother
''He was always "a pretcntional sort
Of fellow. all for outward show, with a
heart like "A stone, aud nature As shallow
as Deacon Doler's brook 80
Judith looked up at the clumsy. good
hearted. hard handed farmer. and won
dered that she had never before noticed
what a true face, and what clear frank
eyes he had
Forget him, Judith - pleaded Red
field, and she began seriously to think
that she would at least make the trial.
'Oome over to our house and stay with
mother. It's too bleak and lonesome tor
You here-for the present, at least. Spring
will be here time enough for YOU 10 come
back to the cranberry swamp"
Judith Gray looked round at the soli-
tary room. and thought of Mrs. Redfcid' 5
big coy kitchen, with its bright colored
rag carpet, its windows lined with bloom
ing geraniums, and its shrill voiced
canary bird hanging over the work table.
ado you think she hesitated that
your mother would be willing to be
troubled with sach visitor a. me -
Duke Redfeld's face grew radiant.
''Only try her." said he
dear Judith, you'd be ~ welcome rs
flowers in May -
And the next day Mrs. Redfied came
over in the old farm carrvall to claim her
guest, and the Swamp House was left to
its own dreary desolation and the driv-
ing SHOWS of January.
Scarcely three weeks had ella psed, when
young Doctor Dedling came to the Red
field farm in his new zig, with the old
roam horse. that really made quite good
appearance when You didn't hurry. and
the road was tolerably good, and he was
free from visitation commonly known as
the "heaves'
There amt nobody sick here" said
Julius. the hired man. who was splitting
wood at the side of the house, as he eyed
the Doctor rather suspiciously.
mo. | know it, said Doctor Dedling :;
but I've called to see Miss Gray"
'Miss Gray amt noways ailin' as
know Of. persisted Julius. feeling ct the
edge of his Ak. and still staring hard at the
medical representative of Glassville.
II have Called said Doctor Dedling,
with dignity, las friend
''Oh!" said Julius.
''Will you he kind enough to let me
in ?" persisted the Doctor
faint no use." said Julius, rolling a
prodigious pine knot down from the pile,
and preparing himself for stupendous
effort there ain nobody at home
Nobody at home ?" echoed the Doctor
They've all gone to church, explained
julius.
40 church. man? Why its only Tues
day
"Who said it want >" rctortcd Julius.
"They amt gone to hear service-they is
gone to be married.
''Who ?" demanded Doctor Dedlng.
''Our Marmaduke and Miss Judith -
And down came the AK upon the pin,
knot. with crash that made the man ol
medicine start back
The new railroad was duly constructed.
directly across the boggy depth of old
Miles Gray's cranberry swamp and the
five thousand dollars was placed to Mrs.
Marmadukc Redfield's account in the
nearest national bank and Mrs. Pvtchlev
thinks that she has made mistake in tax
ing the gold eagles instead of the cranber-
~ swamp-but young Doctor Dedlng
thinks his mistake was greater still.