The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1880-01-17
Tom was stunned; Tom was killed outright
Tom was vanquished.

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"I,nrir GRAY. Won are a brickl Pardon
me ,hat /, coarse, You are the dearest best
Iynuug girl | ever knew. and viii Ice man
.i,r your sake. cod hlc,. youw And they
:; married M tbr "ray,lcn rate"
/ The next winter they met under precisely
line same clrcumstanccs-th high sidewalk,
Tom carving Fanuic's books gong home
from school ON. those old school days, how
Idcar. hOw sweet.
Tom was past eighteen now, and well grown
land better looking than ever; blooming under
1.-The loyc-thc WOmanovr the sunshine of the
love of the prcttcst, smarcst elrl in town or
lcounty.
Time flowed on; time never stops, never
yet, tired. People get tired and stop stop do
ling good sometimes, stop and rest stop and
Idle but seldom stop drinking rum after twenty.
five years Of apprenticeship to it. Time never
ldirs nor GETS tired doing goOd-bringlug the
seasons around and the iikc-lcarnng hand
some boys and beautiful girls to keep up the
"old old story" Here is the writer ycrging
on to seycnty-fiyc, ana there sits his grand
daughter, pretty Elsie in the front parlor list
cnlng 10 the "oft.tOld story Of Aphonso'o
"undying love- Presently the writer will be
very still down among the rustlng pines, and
a little later fond husband and weeping friends
will bear even pretty Elsie, now grown old and
gray to listen to the twitterlng of the birds
| in the tree tops-birds that soon will die. But
| Time does not grow gray, and Time will not
die-a remarkable fact, remember that
Well, as we were saying, time flowed along,
and presently Fannie Gray left the high school
and went home, and Tom Owen went to col
| legc Old farmer Owen was not IN his dotage
! by long ways, but had grown ambitious
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''''AiAN N'Nri '''N' S'N'''' 'i'''iN' IN
lalr 10 niahc Il ihc s'nua'' ~ vi" '"4 'i''
owen concluded 10 sehd ION 10 coiiege-tie
To- ,,,n ,roor,. mos r,no,oon and wanted IN
m,rrv nrritv Fannie GRAY and 90 INTO the
,yh,ts farm, house an tho Hardin Mace with
the bir rcd harm and 90 to RAISING short. horns
ChastGr ,vh,te ,,irs snd hnvs and Urls IA send
-, ,I,o oh ,I,,n Ssch"ni Lo;,yo ,,o9 he and ~
hall, kcen nm tbe drama If human Ift "a sen.
sihIo ho, Won r saw I'm, farmer owen hold fine
nnrso styinrs and Tom rcIurtantlv obeyed
"Whv Tam " said ,br old man won may
no Governor If Illinois some DIV. think of
.tho,n
And while am por,nr over the dry rub. |
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and ,,arry .o,3o rrh f,rr,c, ~ .ia i,[yynr
:, L"gor f,l,Gvs arc alton. Lnr,,
,oh mn Tam. y wo,,,J Inc b.rI far her IN
find - ,IrAcr G,rmnr than Tom owen and I
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.krcn Lar .,,,iIfn,, f,ur yrorS lnnrnrq She bas /
.oIrrodv waited r,r m. ryo vrars she couId
have married At .i,,r,p IN lawyer Tones who
- nnva candidate for the rIyornor,hin |
roll ,nr rotbcr Won m,,. b,Tc # ,n.sov snnr
div with fine no9t Winter or sonphoIv else /.
M9d ply them b"th, ana ply US AL
, VINO tnlm'y Lnt , ureah! oil youtu TtcaI,
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Old farmer Owen smiled at first at the fact
of his boy engaging himself at seventeen, and
then he was sad, Tom had three sisters, Mat
tie, Bell and Julia, who were all dead. Matte
would have been twenty, married ana happy |
perhaps; Bell would have been sixteen, beau
uiul and gay rs she was lovely child at i've
years old and dear little Julia would have
been just fourteen, little daisy sweetcr and
pretticr than any that grew in the fields. But
he said chccrtully to Tom:
WY boy, | have set my heart upon this
scheme. | have, begging your pardon, spok.
en- to Miss Fannie. she says she Will cheer.
lulIy wait Tor you, and Is eIated with the pros
pcct OF your coming honorS; tor, my son, 1t
would rejoice these eyes of mine to see you
stand high among the great men of the earth
well, will obey, father, and will try and
not disappolnt you; but it Is all done under
protest. | would much rather have Fannie,
the bay mares and the Hardin farm, with the
red barn and the broad acres around It, | am
a natural farmer; | love the farm, the cattle,
the stock, and will never forget the bays and
the lovely drives along the gravecd road and
the river vales; and there is fear that all
these are slipping from me--a fear, an undef.
Unable fear of something something know
not what But perhaps it is only streak of
the blues, brought on by the fact that | am
for II short time to be parted from these pre-
cious things will shake them off and 90
and be a man"
"IIave YOU ever signed the temperance
pledge, Tom? | notice that YOU have given
up your beer"
mo, nor do intend to- If my manhood