Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1883-08-02
VOL. LVII.
It was Mr.. Carey's turn 70 tiush and
look awkward now.

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isn't it strange that things should
happen sop 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. Malvina
and | have managed the farm ever
since father died Philo-that's our
brother-haS 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 Malvina!"
Miss Malvina Welland was diligent-
ly hoeing sweet corn in mans 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 ut the sound of foot
steps.
us it 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"
ooh, Malvina, hush" cried the
younger sister, in despair. Its gen
tleman on business"
In came Brother Philo from the
back yard, with an auger in his hand
"Eh?" said Brother Philo, wrinkled
hard-featured man in a b lue overall.
and boots that looked as if they might
have been carved out of lignum vite.
Bus mess? Ii amt a sewin- machine
| spoSe? or a new patent reaper, nor
any o these labor -savin' humbugs g?
Because -"
Its about your Cousin Rolf" said
Mr.. Carey" Paul Welland's son. He
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 home"
At these words, Mrs. Philo Welland
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, indeedr said Mrs. Philo
Its what | always told you, Philo.
Says /, that manll be s..re to come,
back some day, poorer than poverty
says /. And he'll expect us to take
care of him then. But we've worked
a deal too hard for our money--me and
Philo-and if he wants to be sup
ported, let him just 60 to the poor
house. Paul Welland always was a
rovin' creetur', and Rolf amt no bet
ter, I'll go baily'
Mr.. Philo Welland screwed up his
face into an expression of the utmost
caution.
'P'r'aps you're his lawyer, sirY
said be-
Mr.. Carey nodded.
Il act for him." said he.
Then tell him, said. Philo, succinct-
", that if 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,
Betsey, we'd better be goin'!'
"Philor cried out Desire; "how can
you be so selfish? Rolf Welland is
our cousin. If he is in want or trou-
bic, whom has he to look to but us?
Malvina, you won't be so hard-hearted?
The old farmhouse is big enough for
our Cousin Rolf as well as for us.
You never would turn a sickly old
man adrift upon the world?'
mo, | wouldn't" said Miss Malvina,
humping 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 to give
him a hearty welcome Tell him to
come here at once. The sooner the
betterr'
"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-
Iative O. yourn would raise finger to
help you? Let every man take care
Of himself, say ~
"And who knows" cried Desire,
brightly. perhaps we can get him
the district school school to teach? l
heard Squire Loames say that the new
teacher wasn't going to stay more than
quarter longer"
"I'm glad you can afford to take free
boarders," said Mrs. Philo, acidly. "Me
and your brother-we can't!"
"Do come in, now, and get the
Coffee" said Desire. And few late
strawberries, Mr.-Mr.-"
"Carev is nv name" said the