The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1882-03-04
TIE BEACH FARM.


Wynhart. grimly.
IfMrs. Wynhart had lived in an
cient times, she would most assured
" have been ranked among the
Scribes and Pharisees.
She was always criticising and
finding fault. Nobody suited her.
And when she spoke out the short,
decisive sentence above rec ,rded. she
sat down the tea kettle with an em-
phasis which jingIed the very lid.
The neighhors had been there to
drink tea. Whenever anything of
social importance happened in Sand
Vile, the nei9h hbors always went
somewhere to drink tea. And Mrs.
Wynhart, lad had plum cake and
fiizzled beef, fresh doughnuts. and
kdansun jellS :. tn celebrate the oeea-
Sion.
And now that the company was
gone (Sandyille people always pat
their knitting work in the bag and
went home early on account of The
beach road and the rising tide, } Lu-
ella. the eldest daughter. was wash
ing up the dishes, and Winifred, the
younger, was chopping raisins for a
puddir <.
"Oh, mother ~ pleaded Winifred,
who was fair-haired, cherry-lipped
girl, always hanging down her head
like Il wild anen0nc, ''don't talk in
that way, please !"
"Mother's right enough" said Lu
ella.
"Why shouldn't talk that way ?"
said Mrs. Wynhart. "li'S the gospel
truth ain't it ?" Jack JeIlifie was IA
wild fellow, alw; y, rareering alound
the country when he'd ought to he at
home reading his "Noles on the
ChatechiZ.,"
"But. mother" ventured Wini-
fred, "you jet him come here to see
LuelIa, when you supposed he Was
old Squire Saudinmn'S heir"
IL couldn't put him out doors,
could | ?' retnrted Mrs. Wynhart
severely. ''Beei'les. that's quite a diff
frrent thing. Squire Sadiman ought
to know his own nephtws better than
any one else, and he's left all his
money to Simeon, while Jack has
only got the Beach Farm, where
there's nothing ON earth but sea- weed
and samphire, and long CLAIMS. TO be
mad :"
"Il's an unjust will !" said Wini-
fred. reddening to the very roots of
her fiaxen hair.
"Hnily-toily! !" said Mrs. Wynn
hart, wheeling suddenly around end
regarding Winirre,f sarcasliraIiy
through the moon. ike spheres of her
hig silver Spectaclp-. "What business
was ii of yours. I'd like 10 knew &?
He never will be Luella's husband
now !"
"Thpre never WAS I'm engagement" :"
said Luella, cavalierIy. "Of course Il
glrl muoi anIuse herself; but didn't
care far h M"
Winifred looked up with her soft
eyes brimming over with tears. Was
thrle no such thing, she asked her.
self. rs truth and loyalty in the
world Why did they all turn
against him IN this way, just when
his uncle's will had so cruelty disap
pointed him.
So Mrs. Wynhart and LuelIa went
to the "Weekly Chcrus of Song"
where Deacon Thorney led the tunes
very much through his nose, and Miss
Bptsey BoxtieId Iabored after. on a
leaky melm!eon which wheeZed audi.
bly, at every nole, and Winilred re-
nlaine,i behind to darn the stockings,
and put her twin-orothers to bed.
"Some one must stay TO see that
Benjamin and Ahijah don't set the
house ON fire." said Mrs. Wynharr.
"And Winifred never cared for
music" added Lnella, NOR for So
ciety either"
1t Was the way in which matters
were always ,lerided in the Wynhart
household. Winifred WAS quite used
to it. and never dreamed OF making
an APPEAL.
Luela was undoubtedly the beauty
of the family; hut there We're those
who might have preferred the yellow
locks and limpid blue eyes of the
50 unger sister, IN spite of her round
little nose, and the mouth which WAS
perhaps too wide for classic compare
son.
But while she sat tn re all alone,
with the twins snoring up stairs, and
the fire cracking ON the hearth, and
the golden March moon climbing the
sky, there came u tap at the door, and
in walked no lees a parsonage than
Jack Jelliffe himself.
"Oh, Jack I" SAID Winifred, Jump