The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1880-01-14

QOCCOr, DeCauSe OHly SluSho :" Sii-o.
here and there, when was carrying n
the plates, and setting on the fruit anc
nuts-but it's TO 90 ri light trough Ole
And it came about that the engage
mont was Cancelled, and Judith Grey
was sitting there, alone in the wintry
twilight, with clasped hands and heae
droopcd upon her breast.
Doctor Dedling plodded home to TIT
village, and as he passed the briliian
windows of the little hostelry, h'
paused, remembering the bitter cold o
the wintry air, the frosty influences o
the breeze.
Il may as we'll 60 in and warm my
self" he thought.
Mine host met him with very cheer.
air. -, 80,
"Walk in, doctor-walk ini" said he
"Not that room," as Dedling LAID nj:
hand mechanically upon the door knot
Of the apartment he usually entered
"The railway committee is a-settln
there. This way please!"
"The railway committee?" echoed
Dedline. What railway committee
| You don't mean that they're actually
taking any steps about that old idet
of a railway between here and Glass
villeP" ,,,
"Yes, do" said the landlord. cit:
committee of rich capitalists, as arr
building factories close to the falls, anc
they mean to put up rows of tenement
Miles Grey's cranberry swamp, the ne"
railway is! And the chairman of ting
| committee is goin' to offer Miss judith
five thousand dollars in good, clean
hard money for her share OF it,"
! Doctor Dedling stared.
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.! repeated
he slowly.
Could it really be fact? If so-ant
there seemed very little reason tol
doubling it-what fatal mistake he
had made in rejecting bride who could
bring the rich portion of a cranberry
swamp as her dover. If he had knoWr
this half IN hour-one little halt houl
ago.
Don't fret about him, Judith dear
he isn't worth it," urged honest Mar
maduke Rcdfeld, who had stopped or
his way to the postotfice to bring mes
sage from his mother. "He was always
pretentious sort Of fellow, all for out
ward show, with heart like stone
and q nature rs shallow rs Deacon
Doler'S brooke
Judith looked up at the clumsy, good:
hearted, hard-handed farmer, and
wondered that she never before noticed
what true face, and what clear, frank
eyes he had.
Forget him, Judith" pleaded Red.
| field; and she began seriously to thlns
that she would at least make the trial
Come over to our house and stay with
mother. It's too bleak and lonesome fol
you bere-for the present, at least
Spring will be here time enough for you
to come back to the cranberry swamp.
Judith Grey looked around at the soil.
tary room and thought of Mrs. Redticld's
big. cosy kitchen, with its bright:
colored rag-carpet, its windows lined
with blooming geraniums and its shrill-
voiced canary bird hanging ever the
work. table.
"Do YOU think" she hesitated, "that
your mother would be willing to be
troubled with such a guest rs me?"
Duke Redicld's face instantly became
radiant.
"Only try her." said he, dear Ju'
dith, you'd be as welcome as the flowers
in May"
And tic next day Mrs. Redticld camc
over in the old farm carry-all to claim
her guest, and the old swamp house
was left to its own drcary desolation and
the driving SHOWS of January.
Scarcely three weeks had elapsed wher
young DR.. Dedling came to the Rcdtleld
farm in his new gig, with the o.d roar
horse, that really made quite 4 good ap'
pearance when you did not hurry him
and when the road was tolerably good
and he was free from 4 visitation of what
is commonly known as the "heaves."
"There amt nobody sick here" sale
Julius Brown the hired man, who wa:
splitting wood at the side of the house
IS he eyed the physician rather suspi
ciously. :.
"No; I know that, my man." sait
Doctor Dcdling, but I've called to SCI
Miss Grey"
miss Grey amt noways ailin' as
knows Of" persisted Julius, feeling thu
edge of his axe, and still staring hard n
the medical representative of Glassvillc
81 have called" said Doctor DedIing
"as q friend"
"Ohm said Julius.
"Will you be so kind as to let me in?
persisted the doctor.
"'Tain't no use," said Julius, rolling
prod:gious pine knot down from til:
pile, and preparing himself for :
stupendous effort; there ain't nobody
to home"
Nobody at homem echoed the doc
tor.
They've all gone to church," ex'
planned Julius.
ITO church, man? Why this is Tues
day."
"Who said it wa'n't?" retorted Jul,
ius. They amt gone to, hear servic {
they are gone to be married"
"Who?"
"Why, our Marmaduke and Miss Ju.
dith."
And down came the axe upon the enc
of the pine knot with crash that made
the man of medicine start backward.
The new. railroad was duly con
structed. directly across the boggy depth
ofold Miles Crows Gran hprrv swamn