The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1881-11-22
A GIRLS PROMISE.


YOU say, sir"
Exactly, Harry"
Then a painful silence between the
two men for few moments.
1t was the old story-the useles:
petition of poverty-stricken youth ask
ing Of wealthy old age the hand OF
beauty.
Harry Baker had loved pretty
Della Ruana from his boyhood up,
and Della had returned his love in
full measure, but when the decisive
moment came and he asked rich old
Farmer John for his daughter, then
he was told that he was too poor to lie
aspiring.
After staring for awhile i'm dumb
despair at the Manufactured and hard
er hearted old farmer, as he sat i'm the
easy chair by the sunny window, Har-
~ plucked up courage to ask:
And is my poverty the only thing
you have against me as son-in-law p
That's about the long and short of
it, my boy" was the prompt reply.
Il had to make nest before caught
my bird, and don't quite see why
other men should not do the same"
'Qaite right, sir" said the young
man, Frightening up little, but
may [ ask how wealthy [ must be be-
fore | can propose for Della?'
Farmer John stroked his chin with
a smile playing about his weather
beaten features, and drawing from his
pocket one hundred dollar bill, the
price of some land which had been
sold that day, he displayed the crisp
note.
when you can show 100 green
backs like that, YOU will be welcome
as son-in-law."
"All right; now that's bargain,
IS it?"
YES; but no shenanigan."
"All right, good bye"
Where are YOU going"
Whittier the star of the Empire
takes it's course
West, you mean. That's good,
but look out for Jesse James, and be-
ware of tarantuia juice, for they both
have blighting effect on a mans
pocketbook. Good bye"
And so they parted. The old man,
after having given this sage piece of
advice, thought so lightly of his harsh
treatment, that listening to the drone
of the honey bee in the rose tree out
side he fell asleep, his arm resting
upon the window sill. the envelope
containing the 500 bill In his hand.
Meanwhile Harry had hurried to
the trysting place, down at the style
IN the meadow, and had told Dell his
little story.
When she heard that he was going
far away from her the girl took out
her handkerchief. wiped a tear out of
each eve and blew her nose
Della, Della, don't cry; can't you
be true to me until | come back?'
Harry, ten thousand dollars is a
good deal of money to man with
small capital, and it may take you a
long time to accumulate it; but | can
and will be true" Was the passionate
reply of the sobbing girl.
Promise it,"
81 promise it, on my life."
. The shades Of the summer evening
vely closing in as Harry Baker stood
at the door of the cottage which had
been his home, and held his mother
IN his arms.
Scarcely were the last farewells
spoken, when the garden gate clang-
ed, and the constable of the village
strobe up the path.
Harry" said the man, regretfully,
Il must arrest you"
Mrs. Baker uttered low cry, but
the young man laughed.
lis this joke, Mr.. Hardy?" he
asked, "arrest me-for what?"
''For theft"
Theft of what ?"
"Ofa 500 bank note"
"FrOm whom ?"
Farmer Ruana."
"Merciful Heaven! /"
"Mr. Ruana says you are the only
person who knew he had the note in
his possession. and that after you had
called upon him he fell asleep; when
he awoke the note WAS gone"
"Why should he accuse me?" the
young man cried Indignantly.
Because an hour after you left the
farm you purchased ticket for Neva-
da with a 500 BILL"
"But the money was mine"
"Ah, but Mr.. Ruana has identified
the bill as his. I'm afraid, Harry,
YOU must come to the lookup with
me until you have an examination"