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


The dewdrops quivered like imperial
diamonds upon the broad green plumes
of the cornfeld by the wayside; the grass
that bent over the footpath was heavy
with evening moisture; yet those two
wanderers clung together, homeless and
alone, in the falling shadows of the
night.
"Cheer up, my child, we have not
very far to go. Come closer; letme brush
the dew from your curls. Now take my
hand"
But the child hung back, sobbing from
WEAKNESS and exhaustion, and the pale,
young mother, bending over her in the
vain attempt to soothe the hysterical ex-
citement, did not hear the rumble of ad-
vancing wheels until they had passed
close to her, and rough; hearty voice
exclaimed:
'sWhat ails the little girl9 Is she sick?"
Mary Ellsworth had never seen Farmer
Raynesford before, yet the moment her
eyes rested upon his wrinlIled, sun burnt
face, with his shaggy brows 0vershad-
owing his kind eyes, she felt that he
was friend, and therefore made answer
promptly:
'Not sick, sir. but very tired We've
walked long way"
''Got much further to go?" asked the
farmer, tickling his horses ear with the
whip.
''To Brockton."
''That is four miles off, and the little
girl is pretty nigh used up already"
II know it" said the woman, with a
sigh, "But I've no money to hire lndg-
ing nearer In Brockton hope to obtain
work in the factory"
81 won't hear no such thing said the
old man, theoretically. ''Why, that
child couldn't go twenty steps further!
Here, get in along with me. You won't
be none the worse for bit of supper and
q good nights rest l know that Hannah
Will scold,'' he muttered, as he lifted the
little girl to his side and extended his
hand to the mother; ''but [ can't see
folks perishing. by the wayside and never
offer to help them, | don't care if she
scolds the roof of the house off,"
1t was an oddly shaped old farm house,
gray with the storms of nearly half Gen.
fury, with broad doorstone, overhung
by lilac bushes, and kitchen where even
in the bloomy month of June, great fire
roared up the wide-throated chimney,
and shining rows of tin winked and gilt
tered at every leap of the flames Such a
neat kitchen it was! Mrs. Ellsworth's
heart involuntarily warmed at the genial
sight
Mr. Raynesford jumped out of the
wagon, threw the lines over a post and
went into the house to conciliate his
domestic despot
''Look here, Hannah he said to tall,
angular looking female, who emerged
from pantry near by, at the sound of
his voice, her face nearly as sour as the
sauce of pickles she was carrying, ''jest
set couple more plates on the table, will
you? I've brought home woman and a
little girl 1 found piece down the road,
tired cen Almost to death. They was
calculating to walk - Brockton, but
thought it wouldn'l burt Us to keep them
over night"
'I'm astonisbed at YOU, Job Ravnes-
ford said his better half, in a tone of
indignant remonstrance, eve might as
well hang out tavern sign at once and
done with it; you're always bringing home
some poor, miserable creature or other,
and"
''There, there, Hannah interrupted
Mr. Raynesford, "I'm always willin' to
hear you when you're anyways reasonable
but it goes clear agin nv grain to see
poor folks sufferin' and never stretch
out a helping hand. faint scripter nor
faint human n ltur' ~
''Well, go on your own gait, Job RAY
nesford," responded his wife tartly, "only
mark my words, if you don't end your
days in the poor-house 'twon't be through
no fault o. yourn." She shut the pantry
door with bang that made all the ielly
cups and milk pans rattle, while Job with
an odd grimace went out to help his
guests to alight.
'Don't mind my old woman" said he,
apologetically' as Mrs. Ellsworth sprane
to the ground; "she's kind of SHARP
spoken, but she means well after ali
We amt all jest alike in our notions, YOU
know"
eff all the world were like you, sir
said the young widow, with tears In he1
eyes, 'there would be less want and suf.
fering, by far Farmer Baynesiord
pretended MOTTO hear, he was husy help.
ing little Mary out
'Set on them, blackberrles, Hannah. ,
said he, toward the close of the evening
meal; "the little girl is so tired she CAM
eat nothin' solid''
81 was calculatin' to keep the black
berries for the donation party tomorrow,
said Mrs. Raynesford, rising with rather
an unwilling air.
Nonsense" quoth the farmer, with
broad laugh. "I'm having a donation
party of my own tonight! Here, little
one, see if these berries don't put SOM
color into your cheeks"
All the evening little Mary sat by tn
hearth with her hands in her mother
and her large, blue eyes fixed earnestl,
on the farmers face.
"What are you thinking about, dear?'
asked Mrs. Ellsworth, once She drew
long sigh and whispered "Oh, mamma
he is so kind to us.n
The tops of the far-off eastern wood
were turned to gold by that wondrou
chemist, the rising sun, when Mary Ellis
worth and her child set ont on their lon
walk to RI q lob Raynesford wen
with the l.s fisnbling uneasil
IN his poke, 80 gianclng guilty. aroun