The Newtown bee., 1880-11-03
a long sigh and whispered; "oh,

8 long sigh and whispered: "Oh, mamma, he is so kind to us.n
 The tops of the far-off eastern woods were being turned to gold by that wondrous chemist, the rising sun, when Mary Ellsworth and her child set out upon the long walk to Brocton. Job Raynesford went to the gate, fumbling uneasily in his pocket, and glancing guiltily around to make sure that Han nah was not within seeing distance When Mary extended her hand to say goodbye. bank bill was thrust into 1t.
 Don't say nothin'," muttered Job, with sheepish air, ssTen dollars ain't much to me. and if you don't get 3 chance to work in the factory right away, it may be a good deal Q use to you. Needn't thank me-you're as welcomes flowers in May"
 p,l, Ten eo e,.d dollars'' calculated Mrs, little episode from behind the curtaiss of her mi ilk-roena window. '.Is Job Raynesford crazyp To give ten dollars to a strolling vagrant! If he don't get 8 piece of my mind" And she hastened out, her cap border fairly standing on end with horror. Job, awaited the coming tempest with philosophic cool ness, his hands in his pockets, his lips parted in 8 good-humo smile.
 "She means well, :" he said to himself, when the volfey of wrath had been dis charged on his luckless head, and Mrs. Raynesford had returned to the butter making, "but she's got the greatest fac uity for scoldin' of any woman I ever saw,"
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 The years fitted by, sprinkling the steep old farmhouse roof with crystal drops of April showers, and thatching it ] with the dazzling ermine of January snows many and many time. Gray hairs crept in among the raven locks of Farmer Raynesford, careworn wrinkles began to gather around his mouth and brow. Alasl those swift.footed years brought troubles innumerable to the kind old man.
 Twenty years ]" m used he, one brigh June morning; it don't seem possibIs, Hannah, that it was twenty years ago this very day that caught that ugly fall from the hayrick and got lame for l iife." And he looked down at the crutches by his side. Hannah stood in the door throwing corn to torlorn col ony of chickens. Twenty years had not improved her in any respect-she was gaunter, bonier and more vinegar-faced 1 than ever.
 "Ye.," said she, slowly, "and per
  twenty years ago this very day that you threw ten dollars away on that woman ] and her child. l told you that you'd end your days in the poorhouse, and l don't see but what my prediction is likely to come true. Didn't l say you would live to repent itP"
 $ I don't deny, Hannah, said the old man, '' but that I've done good many things I've been sorry for-but that is not one of them. No, I never for Q moment repent being kind to the widow and fatherless."
 Hannah shrugged her shoulders, but made no answer. "Didn't you say you were going up to see that rich lawyer about the five thousand dollar note to- dayP" she asked.
 'Yes.n but I don't s'pose it'll be much use. Ii he'd wait 8 little, I'd do ny ! best to please him. Jones says he'll be sure to sell the old place from over our heads, however; they say he's hard man. mean to tell him just how the matter stands and-o
 6 I told you how it would be long agor' said Hannah, unable to restrain her vexation. Whatever possessed you to sign for Jesse Fairweatherp"
 <" s'posed he was an honest man, and wouldn't see an old man wronged!D
 Fiddlesticks! That's just your cal culation, Job. There, Zeke has brought the wagon; do start off, or you'll be too late for the New York train" And Job meekly obeyed, only too happy to escape fronl the endless discord of his wite's railing tongue.
 The rays of the monday sun streamed brightly through the stained glass case ments of MT. Everleign's superb gothic library. The room was decorated with every appurtenance of wealth and taste. Velvet chairs, with tall backs of daintily carved rosewood, were scattered here and there; marble vases occupied niches beside the doorway, and the rarest pic- lures hung on the paneled and gilded 1 walls. But the prettiest object of all- the one which the rich lawyer oftenest raised his eyes from his writing to con template with an involuntary smile of pride and affection-was 8 lovely woman in 8 white cashmere morning robe, trimmed with velvet, who stood opposite, arranging flowers in q bou- quet. She worea spray of berries carved of pink Neapolitan coral at her throat, and tiny pendants of the rare stone in her small shell-like ears, and the slender waist was tied around with a bright pink ribbon.
 "There, Walter, isn't that pretty,'' she asked, holding up her completed Douquoo. fUiJ pICo1y, uS dHSW eIoa, looking not at the roses and geraniums. but directly at the blue eyes and golden curls of his beautiful young wife. Lou are not even noticing it,n she , said.
 Because l see something so much better worth looking at,' ne said, play fully.
 Do you really love me so very mucha" she added, throwing down the flowers, and coming around to his side. ] "Oh, Walter, if mamma could have only lived to see how happy we are.
 There was a knock at the door. Mrs. Everleigh slipped iron her husbands ) arm with the prettiest little blush in the : world, and was busy with her flowers } when the rich lawyers fright hand : man put his grizzIed head into the room.
 The old man wants to see you aboni the Fairweather business" Show him in. Don't look so disap pointed, love,n he said as the grizzled head disappeared. .sI shall not be de talned three minutes, and the horses art : at the door.''
 { Mary Everleigh never troubled lie, l pretty little head about business matters o she never looked up as the halting ound of old Mir. Raynesford's crutch choed on the carpet. But the instant ] he spoke she started as if an arrow hai smitten her, and stood with her largs eyes dilated, and her slender arm, , clasped together, listening as intentl, as though her life depended on her hear ing every word. The old man wa l pleading and sorrowful, her husband politely indexible. At length Jol : Raynesford turned to go!
 7 Well, sir,' he said, in subduee tone. T don't know much about law and law books, but it does seem hart that an old man should be turned out O the home that has sheltered him fol sixty years, and all for no fault of hi.