Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1883-11-24

pair OF SllNeT-Tlmmed SpectdcIeS-
mo, nor / ain t like to, said she.
"Betsey Keene, she has gone into
the millinery trade, and Lucy Ho-
vey, She"
swell, I've brought you one"
said Doctor Royal Fitch. "Come
here, NJ ry. This is Mary Trefoil,"
with quick glance at the silent
girl. II know who she is, and |
can answer that she will do her best
to please you and make herself use
full
Indeed, / will, ma'am," Mary
said in IA low voice.
Folks live about here ?" said
Mrs. Glover
II have no relative" said Mary.
81 come from the northern part Of
the county"
$50 much the BETTER" said the old
lady, briskly. "You won't have no
followers. Well, Mary. | won't deny
that I'm awful glad to see you, for
I am pretty nigh tucked out with
doing all the chores myself 10 be
sure my son Daniel helps me morn
lngs and evenings, before he goes to
teach deestrick scho0l-for he is
scholar, my son ISL with conscious
pride. "And father, he does what
he can but man can't do much be-
side tending a gristmill in place
like this. You look a little white
and peaked, butt
"Oh, she'll be all right in this pure
air, with plenty of your new milk
and home made bread ~ said Doctor
Fitch, cheerily.
And with whispered word or
two of encouragement to Mary, he
drove:away.
On Thanksgiving day, nearly a
month later, he came back.
"Helloi" salt. Doctor Fitch, why
Mary, you look like another crea-
ture."
Mrs. Glover had gone to church,
with her son Daniel and Father
all undismayed by the occasional
fakes of snow which were beginning
to flutter through the air, and the
bowling of the wind down the glen.
Mary Trefoil was tripping around
the kitchen with an unwonted tinge
of color in her cheeks, and her soft,
brown hair parted from her fore
head, ard red ribbon tied at the
side. She stopped, with milk jug
| in her had, looked at the doctor,
brightly
| II am like different CREATURE"
said she, thanks to youW
$50, it's going all right, ell 7 You
like the place ?" said he.
II am perfectly happy here,'' said
| Mary. "But, oh, doctor, 1 have ask
ed myself the question SO often that
everything seems distorted in my
eyes wonder if l might dare to
speak out my mind to you ?"
''What on earth is the girl talking
about p said Doctor Fitch.
''If / could only see the prison
chaplain"
Come, I'll officiate as prison
chaplain for the time being" said
the doctor, good humoredly "Out
with your trouble. What is it ?"
swell, it isn't exactly trouble"
confessed Mary, busying herself with
polishing the great red apples which
were to be the browning glory Of the
dessert. 1'But Think am almost
certain--that Daniel Glover is get
ting fond of me-"
"Hal-lo ]" said the doctor
"Ob, doctor, ought Ito tell him 2"
faltered poor Mary.
Hold your tongue" said Doctor
| Eltcn, DruSGuely. "A close mouth
makes wise head You say you
are innocent of all those charges 20
81 was innocent cried Mary. IL
am innocent"
Every we'll then you are as good
as he is" said DR.. Fitch.
And with few kindly words, he
rode on
But as Mr.. and Mrs. Glover were
coming leisurely home from church,
with Daniel sauntering behind, a
sullen-eyed tramp slouched up to the
former, touching his cap.
"Be you the gristmill man 2" he