The post. [volume] (Middleburg, Snyder County, Pa.) 1864-1883, 1880-02-05

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the door, took their way up 10 thsI
cbambsr above the kitchen.
They had scsrosly sutsssd th
spartmsut when Q pitifai CRY va
waited 10 their ears from without.
| NJ. Granite raised the windoS
and pat his hssd ont
"Who's there r. hs asked, tryin,
10 penstrsts The darkness.
| "A poor woman vho has lost ha
say n The night aad Storm ssit
the sorrowfal voice.
"Whers DO you want % No
~ want 70 reaeh The village. bu
Pm NOT able 10 walk any further
Won't you give ms sbslter. Prs,
do-only ell morning |" spoke thl
wsndsrsr out Ia that awful storm,
"Poor thiog!' cried Granite I
wife. "Ill 60 down and open th,
door"
mo you wou't."
And She fsrmsr stayed hIs vile
thso said 10 the woman
"You follow the road . couple o.
miles and you'll reach The village
We don't saks in wanderers"
He shut down the window, and
his vile fsll into . chair weeping,
"RaIph, Ralph T. she cried. thro
her tears, "your heart 10 ioe The
poos woman win perish I"
TIE farmer made no answer, bal
retired to bed.
Man without heart, sleep on, fou
it 10 ths last night Of pssesiul slum.
Der that ever will visit yonr pillow.
The morrow's dawn will briug "a
your house q horror that will blight,
darksu. and shadow your future on
Garth II will rend your 10y hssrt as
It was never rent before !
And the poor woman OF the storm,
where was she I Ont on the lonely
road, whore snow lay Ia drifts. aud
the wind tore by. Ou, On, her stop
fs'tsFed. she stopped, then fell.
Fioros howlsd the wind, heavier
foil the suow. aud on the roadside
started up face white Is the snow
tbat sorrouudsd il, The face OF the
strange woman, rigid 10 death, 10
her sbrowd OF snow.
Morning daunsd, with q blue sky,
q genial sun, and snow clad coun-
try.
Farmer Granite and bis wife were
eating breakfast.
The farmers iacs wore o strange
look. aud bis wife wss puzzled.
Wife, said he. after finishing
bic breakfast, and pushing back his
chair. "do you know what I'm going
70 do to-day Z"
"No.'
"well, thes, I'm going to write to
the city aud ask both Alios and Lsr
husband to come ont here
"Are you really 10 earnest 7"
Yes, wife. I've been q stern ia.
ther long enough. I'm going to
make up with Alice and her hus.
band"
Mrs. GRANTEES Joy was uubound-
3D. Tho heart OF loo was melted at
last.
81 wonder what become OF that
poor woman who oamo to our door
last night 7"
"Oh, she's in the village now, in
all probability"
A pain. heavy aud sharp, seemed
to catch bis breath.
Why did hs start and seize the
back ef his chair 10 keep himself
from fallingi
Four iaen were coming up the
path--four neighbors carrying be-
tween them . plank, with something
ou IL.
rhsy entered ths farmers kitchen
and laid the borden on tho door.
The farmer and his wife were pale
~ the dead face before them,
"A woman, Mr. Granite" explain.
cd one Of the men, - woman e wss
found BY % four this morning, up
yondsr on The road. Shs's quite
dead, SIR"
"why-vhy did you bring her
here = gsspsd the farmer.
~Osuss I thought - how her face
looked iiks--liks-"
A wild Shrek oams from Mrs.
Grsutts. who dropped on her kusss
aud tore the covering OF the face Of
the dead womsn.
A cry Of agony aud horror came
from the farmer. - the dead face.
with its open, CLASSY eyes, stared up
at him.
Good Heaven r. he cried. covsr-
ing bic eyes. and staggering back
wards.
-lt h Alice-our Alios-whom
yoa rsiassd 70 shsllss last night
g, g. r. s.lPa, y = the vsas'.oo' Of
A moan, snd Mrs. Granite fell 10
the door In . swoon.
"Our Alice 7" noausd ths stricken
hthsr. kaseling ct his dead dsugb.
tsr's side. and parting the frozen
hair from the white temple. tour
Alios. whose hrightssss I have 90
iongsd tor; and ii killed her ! ]
was goiog 10 write ior you to-day,
Alice. u's too lsts now I"
He mied wes giving way under
ths awful check.
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