The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1882-07-19
PRINCIPAL AND INTEREST.

"Oh, mother, mother, / am SO
tired"
"Cheer W, my child, we have not
very far to 60. Come closer; let me
brush the dew from your cheek.
Now take nay hand
But the child hung back, sobbing
with WEAKNESS and exhaustion, and
the pale young mother, bending over
her in the vain attempt to soOthe
the hystericai excitement, did not
hear the rumble of advancing wheels
until they passed close to her and q
rough, hearty voice exclaimed:
What ails the little girl? Amt
sick, is she?"
Mary Ellsworth had never seen
Farmer Raynesiore before; yet the
moment her eyes rested Oh his wrin-
kled. sun-burned face, with the shag-
gy brows overshadowing kind eyes,
she felt that he was friend. and
made answer promptly:
Not sick, sir, but very tired. We
have walked a long way"
Got much farther to 20, asked
the iarmzr, tickling the horses ear
with the end of his whip
"To Breck;on"
Mr. Raynesford gave low whis-
tie
That's four miles of, and the lit
tie girl is pretty nigh used up al
ready"
II know it, said the woman, with
sigh. but | have no money to hire
lodging nearer. In Breckton /
hope to obtain work in the factory" -"
Farmer Raynesford gave the seat
of his wagon thump with bis whip
handle that made old Bonney drop
the mouthful of clover he was nib
bling from the roadside and prick up
bis ears in astonishment.
II won't hear no such thing y
said he, energetically. Why, that
child can't go twenty rods farther
Here. get in along with me. You
won't be none the worse for bit of
supper and a good nights rest /
know Hannah1l scold." he mutter-
ed. as he lifted the little girl to his
side, and extended his hand to the
mother; but | can't see folks per-
ishing by the wayside and never of
fer to help 'em. l don't care if she
scolds the roof of the house off. ,
He drove rapidly along, making
occasional ejacuiatorv remarks to his
horse, while Mrs. Ellsworth drew
her shawl around the little golden
head that already dropped drowsily
upon her shoulder, and thoughtwith
deep sensation OF gratitude upon
the shelter Heaven had provided her
in her sorest strait.
1t was an old-fashioned farm
house. grav with the storms of nearly
half n century, with broad door in
one end, overhung by giant lilac
bushes, and kitchen where even in
the bloomy month of June a great
fire roared up the wide throated
chimney. and shining rows Of tins
winked and glittered at every up
ward leap of the flames.
Mr.. Raynesford jumped oct of the
wagon, threw the reins over post,
and went in TO conciliate the domes-
tic despot
"Look here, Hannah, said he To
tall, angular looking female who
emerged from pantry near by, her
face nearly or quite as sour as the
saucer OF pickles she was carrying
Jest set n couple more plates on the
table, will you? I've brought home
a woman and a little gal | found
little piece below. cen almost tired
to death. They was calculatin' to
walk to Breckton, but | thought it
wouldn't hurt US to keep 'em over
night"
I'm astonished at you, Job Ray
nesford," said his better half, in a
tone of indignant remonstrance.
We might just as well hang out a
tavern sign at once and be done with
it; you re always bringing home some
poor. miserable creetur or other
and"
There, there. Hannah" intercept
ed Mr.. Raynesford, ''I'm always
willin' to hear to you when you're
any way reasonable, but it goes clear
ag'in my grain to see poor folks a
sufferin' and neversireth out a help
in hand. 'Tsint scriptur nor 'taint
human natur.
well, 90 your own gait, Job
Raynesford," responded his wife,
tartly. Only mark my word, if you
don't end your days in the poor
house 'twont be through no fault of
vourn,"
She shut the pantry door with a
bang that made all the jelly 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. Els
worth sprang to the ground. She's
kind of sharp spoken, but she means I
well after all. We amt all just
alike in in our notions, you know"
IF all the world were like you, I
SIR" said the young widow, with /
tears in her eyes, 'there would be /
less want and suffering" I