The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1881-01-20

business talents you women possess" but
after all he felt just the same.
That very day the prayer from Beulah's
bedside grew more earnest and fuller of
faith. And with the last of the summer
there came another good answer. Their
mothers father, who lived in a distant
state, had died in the spring, and now there
came to Davy, who was his namesake, a
check for one hundred and fifty dollars, the
result Of small investment made at his
BIRTH
What will you do with it, Davy?" asked
his father.
Leave it in the savings bank until I can
use it, answered the boy, with smile for
| his sisters.
The first week of fall brought, as usual,
vacation in the mills for repairs:
"Now we must look" said Beulah.
Davy, dropping in; "the old Kent house is
to be had for seven hundred and fifty dol
lars"
Beulah nix into chair as if struck
Everybody in L-knew the old story
and-a-half brown house standing just at
the edge of the village, on sunny slope
whose grass bore the earliest tint of green
in the spring, and layed in the Pickering
shadows of summer and caught the last
smile Of autumnal warmth, where q venera-
bic spinster had lived and died alone. Now
the heir was wealthy man many miles
away, and the tiny house under is two
sheltering elms, had only market value for
him. He wanted to dispose of it, and as
Davy's employer was also justice, it had
been left in his hands, and before sunset
the next day the bargain was made, seven
hundred paid in cash, the rest by note, and
the deed made out in Mr.. sharpe's name,
and all this time not whisper reached the
ears of the new owner.
"How shall we surprise him?" asked
Agnes.
To their joy they found that the next
week he would be out in the country at
work on a school house, and they laid their
plans accordingly.
Tuesday morning he was off, promising
to return Oh Thursday eve, and fifteen
minutes later three girls were on their way
with pail and cloth and broom to the new
home.
Oh, how delightful it looked in that fair
September morning, with its sheltering
elms locking the branches over the low
roof, its broad, white door, stone in front,
it's tiny garden in the back, at the sides six
|
weight of luscious fruit, old fashioned
pound sweets and seek no further, and the
like.
Il can't believe it" said Beulah, fitting
the key.
"Its just like fairy story, said Ida,
! hopping on one foot. But she changed her
mind before mig hit about that.
There was tiny entry with a square
from room on each side, into whose south
windows wealth of sunlight was pouring
now, revealing dust and cobwebs in abund-
ance. The one at the right was the kitchen,
! and over its west window Virginian creep
er hung full of purple fruit, and there was
side door here too. with path leading to
the spring. There was little pantry and
| two bed rooms also, and upstairs was
roof.
How he will enjoy finishing this up"
said Beulah
AS for themselves they made busy day
of it with soap and sand and on the next
morning wagon and Davy we're on hand,
| and Ida was supremely happy in the fact of
knowing" The fitting and settling was not
exactly as if there had been carpets to fit
and mirrors to carry by hand They were
| quite through by dark, and back on the Sec
ond story door, was tackled note to ''Isaac
Sharpe, Esq, inviting him to tea in the old
Kent cottage.
Time fails to tell of the light bread and
white curtains, countless steps Of the next
| day. Evening came at last. The table was
ready; from the table came unusual savory
odors, and at last, just as everybody was
giving him up, the little gate opened, and
overwhelmed the father with chatter, but
not a word of explanation. While he wash
ed, the girls hurried on the supper, and
they sat down. The " thanks were Offer
ed, and then Ida cried:
Gather, look under your plate.
Mr.. Sharpe did so, but found only long
folded paper. However, he put on his
spectacles ito see, and slowly read out the
deed making over to him all interest in the
late Kent property, and it was paid for.
"Children, what" he began, and then
he broke down, and the spectacles had to
come off, and handkerchief take their
place, and then again they all talked at once,
and laughed and cried, and might have for
gotten their supper entirely if Davy had not
been along, who, of course, being boy,
never had slip of memory on that subject.
t'And Jim Baker is moving again to day
''but, poor man, I'm afraid there'n never
! be such surprise in store for him as for
me to night. Thank God for my children,
and thank him too that to night can also
say, my home
''And Davy," Beulah said afterward, II
verify believe that if Betsey had not found
me that night, longing after that feather,
and set me to thinking this happy day
might never have come to any of us; and
in her heart she said, ''Thank God!" also.
An Adventure on the Plains.
From the Greeley (Col.) Eye
A correspondent writing from down the
Platte relates this: "a few evenings ago
family here were startled by the sudden