Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-03-19
JERaY's MORTGAGE.

JtkMYS mUk Il GA6t,
Mrs. Deane put the finishing touches
TO her tempting little supper table (set
fm three), tucked Gssy's napkin around
hm neek, and lifted her into her high
6aanir, then stepped to the wide, cool
doorway to watch for her husband. He
came In sight ere long, walking YEARLY
saad slowly, as if the fair summer pict-
rre Of mountains and green fields
gleamed upon eyes too sad to drink In
their beauty and significance. A man
sartainiy not old in years, but with lines
az caro- about his temples, and painful
dfoop to the mobile, sensitive mouth,
which showed o harassine anxety-a
constant, daily struggle with fate. His
vie walked down the grassy garden
oath, and took his hand in hers.
You are over tired, Jerry. I have
q nice supper for you, and Oissy is full
az cunning little ways tonight. Cheer
mp, dear.
BE looked down with o sorrowful
anile, and put his arm around her. "I
am tired tonight, Louie-tired and dis
oouraged T have been to Cyrus once
more, but"
His voice broke, and Louie clasped
his hand more firmly, and raised it to
hef lips.
"Never mind telling me, my dear. I
can guess it. He is determined to fore
close the mortgage
eyes"
She walked silently up and down the
path with him.
"My own brother, Louie It does
seem as if he might give us another
chance, but you know how he is about
money. Since he married that second
wife of bis he seems harder than ever.
Honest he is-no man could ever say
that Cyrus wronged him of cent, but
war to the knife to get his own!''
They entered the kitchen, where Cissy
was beating q drum solo on her tin plate,
and casting eager chances at the plate
of fresh gingerbread. "Papa's baby"
said Jerry, and bent down to kiss her.
He sighed heavily as he took his seat,
while tear stole down his cheek.
"Ugly man to make my papa cry, ="
said Cissy, doubling up her small fist,
"II-jes' kill him y
1n6 t-yOd4S-OlO Wv SubllOACQ
enough from her parents daily CONVEX
sation to know that they were in some
trouble connected with ga man whom
ahe remembered TO have seen a few
days before at their house. He had
talked loudly and fast, and the mental
photograph left or the waxen tablet Of
that infant soul would have made an
angel weep:
aHush-sh, Cissy. Mammals laugh-
ter mustn't talk 50 Size sho;i'a be a
gentle little girl T and Louie stroked
the little fist till 1t slowly uncurled.
"Martin Best told me to-day that
Cyrus has just bought another yoke of
oxen, and 5000 buggy p said jerry,
bitterly, as he took d forced swallow
Of tea.
"WeD," said his wife, sit can't be
helped, dear. But don't let US cherish
hatred, or say anything We may be sor.
~ for I know it's hard-it's hard !"
and her lips quivered, as she looked
aGound the neat, home-like kitchen, and
glanced beyond it to the -wreathed
@Sndow Of the bedroom where her baby
sges had first opened to the light You
Know different people have different
xAake-ups." A great sob lose in her
tAroat-she gave one look at Cissy-
Struggled to restrain her feelings, but
he hood-tde of grief must have way,
ind, rushing to Jerry, she clasped her
S11as about his neck and burst into tears,
3ust as shadow fell across the doorway
ind visitor entered.
Ia the morning sunshine, in the COR
- ALI v,aor
booking white frame house surrounded
aV substantial out buildings, a man with
. bushy, red beard and small, weasel
Ike, gray eyes, was hoeing corn. He
Eas SO busy that he neither saw nor
hard the approach of footsteps to the
3hnce.
"CyrIs Deane, do you know that you
Me a-sendin' your own soul right street
tDperdiion
He looked up, startled. A tall, gaunt
female was pesring at him from pair
II glistening spectacles--a woman In a
rusty black dress and straw "shaker !"
trimmed with bombazine cape and a
single bow of black ribbon. It was
Miss Mahala Truffett. She was that
universal village character of whom the
uS@An nAAi NiN1CHo ~ yuot1y otoIet LII oWO
"A woman who speaks her mind-and a
very startling way she had Of doing it.
Being possessed of considerable prop
erty and social position, she was allowed
TO exercise her privilege to her hearts
content. A tongue like forked light
ming, when occasion required, but a
heart o'erfowing with love for the strug-
Cling and suffering. Cyrus Deane shift
ed his hoe uneasily. "Idon't see heow
you make it eout tibet I'm a-goin'
any Eastern other folks. I hain't done
nothin' to disobleege you thet I know
Off
''You know what I mean. was up
to Jerry's last night" She gave him
another steady look from those Rhada-
manthus-ike glasses. His gaze fell be-
fore hers.
/, 81 hain't pizened none O. Jerry's crit