Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1883-09-06
1t was Mr.. careys turn to tiush and

| look awkward now.
"Oh" said he. "Well, IL don't mat
ter. I've business at the Wclland
farm-that's ALL"
Isn't it strange that things Should
happen so2" cried Desire, opening the
gate into the dim, shadowy orchard,
where scarlet lilies grew in the tall
grass. and robins darted in and out of
the dropping boughs. There's the
house You can see it now. Malyina
and have managed the farm ever
since father died. Philo-that's our
bro -er-has a house and IN estate of
his own, and his wife don't want any
single relations. But we've done very
well, every one says. Here's the place.
And here's MalyinaI"
Miss Malyina Welland was diligent-
ly hocing sweet corn in a man Is hat
and boots. She was "A tall, Amazon.
ian sort of female, with high cheek
bones, hair cut short, and a masculine
way of leaning on her hoe. She looked
sharply around at the sound of foot
steps.
rs il the new hired man ?" said
she. Then, Desire, you may tell him
that we don't want help that comes at
this time of day I'll have no eight
hour men on my place"
oh, Malyina. hush" cried the
younger sister in despair. Its gen
tleman on business"
In came Brother Philo from the
back yard, with an augcr in his hand
"Eh?" said Brother Philo, a wrinkled
Manufactured man in a b lue overall.
and boots that looked as If they might
have been carved out of lignum yitr.
Bus mess? II amt SEWN machine
s'poSe? or a new patent reaper, nor
any o. these labor -sayin' humbugs? :?
Because
ITS about your Cousin Rolf, said
Mr. Carey =" Paul WclIand's son. lie
come back from Australia. He res
quested me TO come over here, as hap
pened TO be passing this way. and see
what his relations would do about Civ
ing him a home"
At these words, Mrs. Philo Wclland
emerged from the currant- bushes.
where she was picking the sparkling,
ruby-colored fruit to make Jelly. For
Mrs. Philo believed in always picking
her neighbor's fruit before she began
on her own.
"a home, indeed" said Mrs. Philo
Its what always told you, Phlo,
says !, that manll be SIRE to come,
back some day. poorer than poverty
says l. And he'll expect us to take
care Of him then. But we've worked
a deal too hard for our money-mc and
Philo- and If he wants to be- sup
ported, let him jttst 60 60 the poor.
house. Paul Wclland always was
royin' crcetur'. and Rolf amt no bet
ter, I'll 60 bail"
Mr.. Philo Welland screwed up his
face into an expression Of the utmost
caution.
"r'r'aps you're his lawyer, sirE
said he.
Mr.. Carey nodded.
Il act for him." said he.
Then tell him. said Philo. succinct-
~, that II he expects we're goin'
to support him. he's considerably mis-
took, We've always took care Of our
selves; he can do the same Come.
Bctscy. we'd better bc goin'"'
"Philo"' cried out Desire; how can
you be 81 selfish: Rolf Welland il
our cousin. If he il in want or trou-
hlc. whom has he to look to but us
Malyina, you won't be 80 hard-hcarted
The old farmhouse is big enough for
our Cousin Rolf as we'll rs Tor MS.
You never would turn a sickly old
man adrift upon the world 2"
"No. | wouldn't" said Miss Malvina,
thumping her hoe upon the ground.
Look here, stranger. tell Rolf Well
and he's welcome to a home with Us.
We live plain, but we're ready 10 give
him a hearty welcome Tell him to
come here at once The sooner the
better
Women is fools" incidently re-
marked Philo Welland. chewing stalk
Of currant leaves. "If you lost what
little you've got. do you s'pose this re-
lative o. yourn would raise finger TO
help you? Let every man take care
Of himself. say T."