Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1880-10-21

PRINCIPAL AND INTEREST.

montls upon the broad, green plumes OF the
corn6eld by the wayside; the grass that bent
over the footpath was heavy with the evening
moisture vet these two wanderers clung to.
oether homeless and alone, in the shadows OF
the night.
"Cheer up, my child we have not very tar
to 90. 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 young
mother, bending over her in the vain attempt
to soothe the hystercal excitement dld NOT
hear the rumble of advancing wheels until
they passed close to her, and rough, hearty
voice exclaimed: o,
"What ails the little girl? Is she sick r
Mary Ellsworth had never seen Farmer
Raynesford before. Yet the moment her
ewes rested on his wrinkled, sunburnt face,
with the shaggy eyebrows overshadowlng KIND
ewes, she felt that be was friend, and made
answer promptly: -
sNot sick, sir but very tired. We have
walked long way"
"Got much farther to go?" asked the farm
er, tickling his horses ear with the end OF his
whip.
q: TO Breckton.'
"Tbat is four miles off, and the little gal
pretty nigh used up already" =,
81 know it," said the woman, with a sigh.
"But have no money to hire lodging near
er. In Brecton, hope to. obtain work IN the
factory.
II won't hear to no sech thing" said he, en-
ergetically. "Why, that child can't 60 twen'
ty rods further! Here, get in along with me.
You won't be none the worse for bit OF sup
per and good nights rest. | know Han
nah'll scold p he muttered, as he lifted the
little girl to his side, and extended his hand
to the mother "but cannot see folks per-
ishing by the wayside and never offer to help
'em. | don't care if she scolds the roof OF
the house"
1t was an oddly shaped old farm house,
gray with the storms of nearly half a century,
with broad door stone, overhung by giant
lilac bushes, and kitchen where even in the
bloomy month of June, a great fire roared
up in the wide,throated chimney, and shining
rows of tin winked and glittered at each up
ward leap of the flames. Such neat kltch
en- asst was Mrs. Ellsworth heart involun
tarily warmed at the genia, sight
Mr.. Raynesford jumped out of the wagon,
threw the reins over the post, and went in to
conciliate his domestic despot.
"Look here, Hannah" said he, to a tall,
angular looking female who emerged from a
pantry near by, at the sounds 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 you? I've
brought home woman and a little girl that
l found piece below, cen a most tired to
DEATH They was calculatin' to walk on to
Breckton, but I thought it wouldn't hurt us
to keep 'em over night"
81 am astonshed at you, Job Raynesford !"
said his better half in tone of indignant re-
monstrance. eve might Jest as we'll hang out
tavern Sign at once and have done with 1t.
You're always bringing home some poor mis-
erable creeter or other. and"
"There, there. Hannah" interrupted Mr..
Raynesford I'm always wiliu' to hear to
you when you're anyways reasonable, but it
goes clear agin my grain to see poor folks
sufferin' and never stretch out helpin hand.
"raint Scripture, nor taint human natur."
"Well, 90 your own gait, Job Raynesford,"
responded his wife, tartly "only mar k my
words-if you don't end your days in the
poor house, 'twont be through no fault of
yoursp' She shut the pantry doors with q
bang that made all the jelly cups and milk
pans rattle while Job, with an odd grimace,
went out to help his guests to alight.
Don't mind the old woman" said he apol-
ogetically, as Mrs Ellsworth sprang to the
ground "She's kind o sharp spoken, but she
means we'll, arter all. We amt all alike in
our notions. you know"
eff all the world were like you, sir" said
the young widow, with tears in her eyes,
"there would be far less want and suffering
by far!" Farmer Raynesford pretended not
to hear He was busy lifting little Mary out.
"Set out them blackberries, Hannah" said
he towards the close of the evening meal !;
''the little girls so tired she can't eat nothing
solid"
II was calculatin' to keep the blackberries
for the donation party tomorrow" said Mrs.
Raynesford, rising with rather an unwilling
air
"Nonsense" quoth the farmer with a
broad laugh. I'm having donation party
of my own tonight! Here, little one; see. if
these berries don't put some color into your
cheeks"
All the evening little Mary sat by the
hearth with her hands in her mothers and
her large blue eyes fixed earnestly on the kind
farmers face
"What are you thinking about, dearest ?"
asked Mrs. Ellsworth, once. She drew long
sigh and whispered: 90, mamma! he is so
kind to US !"
The tops of the far-off eastern woods we're
being turned to gold by that wondrous al
chemist, the rising sun, when Mary Ellsworth
and her little girl sat out upon the long walk
to Breckton. Job Raynesford went with
them to the gate, fumbling uneasly in his
pocket, and glancing guiltily around to make
sure that Hannah was not within seeing dis
tauce. When Mary extended her hand to
say good bye, bank bill was thrust into it.
Don't say nothin'," muttered Job, with a
sheepish air. "Ten dollars amt much to me,
and if you don't chance to get work in the
factory right away, it may be good deal O
use to YOU. Needn't thank me; you're as
welcome as flowers in May"
Ten dollars" calculated Mrs. Raynesford,
who had witnessed this little episode from
behind the curtains of her milk.room window.
SIS Job Raynesford crazy? TO give ten dol,
lars to a poor strolling vagrant lfhe don't
get a piece of my mind" And she hasten.
ed out, her cap border fairly standing on end
with horror. Job awaited the coming tenn
pest with philosophic GOODNESS, his lips parted
in good humored smile.
"She means WELL he said to himself, when
the volley of wrath had been discharged on
his luckless head and Mrs Raynesford had
returned to her butter-making; "but she's
got the greatest faculty for scolding of any