The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1882-08-03

cheer and help her. She found more
leisure to assist her young brother in his
studies and to read her own dearly loved
books and magazines.
The winter, with its long, cosy even
ings and its merry sleigh-rides, was over
before they had enjoyed it half enough,
Dolly thought, and the birds were sing
ing again among the trees that shaded
the house. The old butternut tree be-
hind the long row of barns had large,
handsome leaves once more.
One Sunday afternoon Dolly took a
book and went to sit in the shade of the
old tree, Just as she had often done ever
since she was a little girl. The book
was John Halifax, Gentleman and
somehow, as she read and became more
and more interested in the character OF
the hero, she was startled to find herself
thinking of George Sterling. The tones
of voice she read of; the kind, searching
eyes; the erect, firm bearing-she knew
them all. They were near her. They
had often quietly cheered and strength
ened her.
A slight noise from the stone wall OPP
posite made her look up. There were
the very eyes. looking straight into hers.
'sWhy, George! How came you here?"
"Tve been home, and came back
across the fields. Its only three miles,
you know, coming across. You looked
perfectly happy as L come up. What
are you readingP"
"John Halifax" answered Dolly.
"Do you know the bookP"
Eyes, well; and I'm glad you're read
ing it."
aWhyp VIII it help me to make
nicer butter?"
THAT just it. After q person reads
it, he feels that he's got to do his best in
whatever work he's called to, and help
along people about him IS wells as he
can"
s'That's fine praise" said Dolly.
"Have you been to the p~ost-ofice? / see
you have a letter."
"This came yesterday. I've been
wanting to show it to you," and George
took the letter from its envelope aud
handed it to her, at the same time sitting
down on the rock by her side.
The letter was as follows:
MY DEAR GEORGE STERLING: Cur firm
will probably buy more butter than usual next
fall and we want to secure as many fine lots as
possible. Can you send us another twelve
hundred pounds as good as that was which
| you SCilb III ldSU 1Cdls We IL iOlui w POI
the highest price in the market for the next
ten years, if you'll send us butter like that.
Please let us hear from you soon.
Every truly yours, F. Fl. FURNEss."
"Do you remember telling your father
that you meant Dolly Browns butter to
be famous?" asked George, as she
finished reading.
"But Pm afraid you won't stay with
us ten years." said Dolly, smiling.
"And, if we hadn't had you to take care
of the cattle, milk, and churn so well,
ETC., I'm afraid the fame of our butter
would never have gone abroad"
"It follows, then, that we ought to
make butter together, doesn't it?" said
George
Ithinkit does" said Dolly, trying
to look unconscious. $50 you'll have
to stay till the ten years are up" and
she closed her book and half rose, as il
to go.
"Don't go just yet, please" said
George, as he took her hand and drew
her back, with agentle yet firm pressure.
| "There is something 1 wish to tell you.
1 have thought that my brother would
= stay at home, take care of father and
mother, and always keep the old place;
| but lately his mind seems bent on study
{ Ill uleulclile, dllu ldbueT IllluhS uc u uct-
5 ter go where he can have the best teach.
t ers to work with. You can see what is
, left for me to do. 1 must go home. But
3 that isn't all, Dolly. Dear old mother
wants a daughter. She wants a GER
| tain sweet young girl, named Dolly
Brown. 1 want her, too, Uery much
. Dolly, Won't you Gomez"
She looked up slowly, with tears in hel
: eyes. 'Will you be good to mep Good
:, like John Halifax"
$ "rn try" said George, solemnly,
"And your Win you be like UrsulaP'
]; 81 too, will try" she answered.
sAnd we'll make butter together
said George, as he kissed her, smiling
through her tears.
e Dolly would never have left her fathel
and young brother to the care of stran
t gers, and George used to say that Aun
Elizabeth had been SEN as a specia
$ providence. so that Dolly might come t.
him.
Aunt Sally's value is still, on the whole
an unknown quantity. And yet whc
: knows but the angels may some day
) solve the problem and obtain a large
answer than any of us think. She is sale
e to be really gentle and loving to Dolly
little daughter.-M. Y. Independent.