McCook weekly tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 188?-1886, 1883-11-22

loved her, STRIVING In every way Y
make home sweet and beautiful for her
How true and noble he was! How HI
had always striven to help her and carr.
her, as it were, over all the rougl
places! And how she tossed her prett.
head at him, and pouted her ruby lips
and made him ten times more her slav'
than ever. Then she wondered wha
they could get for supper that would b.
good enough for such a grand, exaltet
being as Mr.. Derby.
Mrs. Dayre hustled about, making
cream biscuits; while Sadie dreamill
brought golden roll of butter from thu
milk house, and went Down the celia
for dish of ambor jelly and canned
Strawberries.
Then Mrs. Dayre sounded the old til
horn, while Sadie laid the napkins O.
snowy whiteness, and put on the deli
cate finishes.
Then Rob and her brother Harley
came in.
"Where is that young fellow, Derby
that went out to see you a spell ago"
inquired Mrs. Dayre.
ooh, your nephew, you mean? Why
he told me his name was Merdon, and
that he came from Iowa. Said he had
lot of goods down at the depot, and
had nothing but large check on the
bank, and that the cashier said they had
not money enough without sending of
to the city to cash it," aid Rob looked
wonderingly up.
Gland sakes! He is a perfect scamp!''
cried Mrs. Dayre, in her wrath. "He's
fooled me about my apples. He never
intended to take them at ALL"
"WelI, 1 did not quite fnish," said
Rob, with a long drawn breath. 81 let
him have 500 to accommodate him. 1
never dreamed he was trying to fool
me 1 could see you all the while he
was talking, and l thought to accom-
modate your nephew"
81 am awful sorry, Rob. My nephew's
name is not Merdon, bat Munger, and
when he comes he will not borrow
money from you. Some way that
scoundrel has found out l was expecting
nephew, and so took that way to
cheat. In here, he said he was Derby,
from New York. And you just ought
to have seen the eyes he tried to make
at Sadie. I couldn't hear all he said,
but he is just perfect cheat and hum
bug, I know!"
Rob looked over at Sadie, who was
struggling to look composed.
After work was ended, he asked her
to take walk with him.
She went, and as they sauntered along
under the light of the new moon, he
asked her if he had not waited long
enough to have, an answer.
Sadie began to realize something of
the worth of true, noble heart. The
deceitfulness and foppery of the would
be Derby had nearly cured her, and
she looked up to say:
"Well, Bob, I think I've bothered
you long enough. I'm sorry you lost
your money, and am so disguised
with-with that fellow! think it has
shown me more of your real worth
than anything else.''
She had spoken out now truthfully
and womanly, as he could net get her
to before.
'sThen, Sadie, darling, if losing that
money has at last caused you to speak,
I'm glad lost it. I'd sooner loose an
other twenty along with it than have
you back again where you was before.
Now, Sadie, kiss me, and tell me you
love me darling.
But shall not tell you whether she
did or not. But I do know that he
looked the happiest fellow alive next
And before the first snow
fell they were Housekeeping in their
own cosy little cottage.
Rob says to this day that 500 was the
best investment he ever made, for it
gave him a glimpse of Sadie's heart.
They inquired at the hotel where
Derby was boarding, but were informed
that he ran away, leaving his board bill
unpaid.
Afterward, they found out that he
was the druken son of a worthless den
list, living near the Erie canal.
Sadie never told Bob how near her
head came to being turned with his
dattery. Yet he was satisfied with the
love of his pure, sweet young wife and
was content.
Girls, just let me whisper word in
your ears: The true, honest love of a
plain man, of whom you know-one
who is steady and industrious-is bet
ter than all the fine sayings of male
dirt, or the languishing eyes and simple
nothings they have to lavish upon you.
This story is simple, true story Of
country life.
All tie characters are from real life.
Only the names are changed, as the
parties are still living near the home of
the writer.
Not High-Toned.