Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-07-10

her hand TO say grateful goodbye, a
bank bill was thrust into it.
''Don't say nothing" muttered Job,
with sleepy air. ''Ten dollars amt
much to me, and if you don't get work In
the factory right away it may be a good
deal of use to you. Needn't thank me
you are as welcome as the flowers in the
springtime.
"Ten dollarst' calculated Mrs. Raynes-
ford, who had witnessed this little cpl
sode from behind the curtains of the milk
room windows els Job Raynesford crazy
to give ten dollars to that wandering vag-
rant? If he don't get piece of my
,mind!' And she fastened out, her cap
border fairly standing on end with horror.
Job awaited the coming tempest with
philosophical GOODNESS, his hands in his
pockets and his lips parted in a good
natured smile.
"She means well" he said to himself,
when the volley 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
faculty for scoldin' of any woman | ever
saw"
The years fitted by, sprinkling the steep
old farmhouse roof with the crystal drops
of April showers, and matching it with
| the dazzling ermine OF January SHOWS,
many and many time. Gray hairs had
crept in among the raven locks of Farmer
| Raynesford, careworn wrinkles began to
to gather around his mouth and brow
Alas! Those swift-footed years brought
trouble to the kind old man.
Twenty years." unused he, one bright
June morning, ''it don't seem possible,
Hannah. that it was twenty years ago this
very day that caught that ugly fall off
the hay-rick and got lame for life" And
he looked down at the crutches by his
side. Hannah stood in the door throwing
corn to a forlorn colony of chickens
Twenty years had not improved her in
any respect-she was gauntier, bonier and
| more vinegar faced than ever.
eyes," she said, slowly, 'and perhaps
you don't know that it was twenty years
ago this very day that you threw away
ten dollars on that woman and her child.
[ told you that you would end your days
in the poor-house, and l don't see but my
prediction is likely to come true. Didn't
l say you'd repent it?'
Il won't deny, Hannah" said the old
man, ''that have done many things I've
been sorry for-but that's not one of
them. No, never for moment repent
being kind to the widow and the father
lesS''
Hannah shrugged her shoulders, but
made no answer ''Didn't you say that
you were going up to see the lawyer con-
corning that S., 900 note today" asked
she, presently.
eyes, but don't suppose it'll do any
good. If he'll wait a little I'll do my best
to please him. Jones says he'll be sure
to sell the old place over our heads, how
ever; they say he's a hard man. mean
TO tell him just how matters stand now,
and"
II told you how it would be, long ago!"
calculated Hannah, unable to restrain her
vexation. "What possessed you to sign
for Jesse Fairwether?''
~ supposed that he was an honest man
and wouldn't see an old friend of his
wronged?'
s'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 Y ork train" And Job
meekly obeyed, only too happy to escape
from the endless discord of his wife's
railing tongue.
The rays of the MONDAY sun streamed
brightly through the stained glass case
ments of Mr.. Everleigh's superb gothic
library. The room was decorated with
appurtenances of wealth and taste. Vel
vet chairs with tall backs of daintily-
carved rosewood were scattered here and
there; marble vases occupied inches be-
sidesthe doorway, and the rarest pictures
hung on the paneled and richly gilded
walls
But the prettiest object of ALTO which
the rich lawyer often raised his eyes from
writing to contemplate with an involun-
tary smile of pride and affection-was a
lovely lady in white cashmere morning
robe, TANNED with white velvet, who
stood opposite, arranging flowers in a
bouquet. She wore spray of berries
carved of pink Neapolitan corals at her
throat, and tiny pendants of the same rare
stone, in her small, shell-like ears, and
the slender waist was tied around with
pink ribbon
''There, Walter, isn't that pretty?" she
asked, holding up her completed bou-
quet.
every pretty" he answered, looking
not at the roses and geraniums, but dir
ectly at the blue eyes and golden curls of
his beautiful young wife.
ssYou are not even noticing it," she
said
Because L see something so much
better worth looking att he said, play
fully.
'Do you really love me so MUCH" she
asked, throwing down the flowers and
coming round to his side go Walter, if
mamma could have lived to see how happy
we are.''
There was knock at the door. Mrs.
Everleigh slipped from her husbands
arms with the prettiest blush in the
world, and was very busy with her flow
ers when the rich lawyers Fright hand
man" put his grizzled head into the
room.
"The old man to see you about that
Fairwehther business
''Show him in. Don't look so disap-
pointed, love-" he said, as the grlzzled
head disappeared; 81 shall not be detain-
ed three minutes, and the horses are at
| the door"
Mary Everleigh never troubled her
pretty little head about business matters,
so she never even looked up as the halt
ing sound of Mr.. Raynesford's crutch
echoed on the carpet. But the instant he
spoke, she started as if an arrow had
smitten her, and stood with her large
eyes dilated, and her slender hands clasped