Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1883-11-02
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They had scarcely entered the en-
closure when they met an unlocked for
obstacle-Talcott hinself-who was
prowling over the grounds, On the .aui
vive for trespassArs.
Hello. there!"' growled he; ''just turn
back if you please. This isn't the pub
lie Thoroughbred
The stranger held Jessie's arm under
his own a little tighter as if to repress
her evident inclination to "beat re-
treat" He was disposed to maintain his
position.
II don't see any reasonable cause why
we should not go ahead" he said perth
naciousIy. 'rhere was path here, and l
supposed it was made to walk on.''
"-ot for you," said the agent con-
temptu"usly, $50 go back with you as
fast as you CAMP
''Is it possible that people are made
to travel circultous and unpleasant
route, for no other reason than your Ca
price, sir?" asked the gentleman, look
ing down upon the little man, from the
attitude of his six feet. with a kind OF
laughing scorn. odd it ever occur tc
You, my friend, that others have rights
and conveniences as we'll as YOURSELF"
Cant help their rights-nothing to
me-" snarled the agent, planting h.m
self obstiuately in the path. II forbid all
passing here"
"But l suppose Edward Hard wicht
may have the privilege Of crossing his
own land" persisted the stranger, still
preserving the half contemptuous smile
that had from the beginning made the
agent so uncom 'ortable.
Talcott grew no. exactly pale, but yell
low with CONSERVATION.
"Mr. Hardwic he, sir / did motive
did not expect" -
"No, know you didn't my good man.
Be 50 kind az to step aside a d allow
me to pass with the young lady. Miss
Jessie, don't forget that [ need your SER
vices lew moments yet. Nay, do not
shrink away from me-are we not to be
very good friends?"
'"Ihe prettiest girl ever saw in my
life, was his internal comment, as he at
length parted from her at the little gate
where burning ashes anu dark green ivy
were trained together with all woman's
taste:
y Is Il Is i
The Christmas snow lay white and
deep on the farmhouse eaves-the
>|,AA 'o'uAe"o AOSS Cla~heu OIl tie n6arCl
where MIR Woodbridge still gazed
dreami|y into the glowing cinders and
Mis-. heturah's knitting needles clicked
with electric speed.
That mortgage bothers met both.
trs me-" he murmured, almost plain.
lively. well, I suppose it amt no Use
trettin'; but thought to live and die in
the old place nv father did before me
Tue Lords will be done though. Some
how things amt prospecting with me-
don't seem to get along"
"You ha' got along we'll enough.
guess" responded kerturah. who be-
longed to that class of people known as
9ob's comforter's, "it you only looked
after your p's and as as told yon. YOU
you see what it's bro't YOU too"
"Well, we'll, Keturah, we never did
think alike on some things" returned
the old man. Lets talk about pleas
anter subject. What do you think about
our sc}loot~marm's marrying young Mr.
Hard wiche to- morrow? Didn't / always
tell you that Jessie Morton was born t.
be lady2 may be unucky myself, but
my how, Pm glad to hear Of little Jessie's
luck"
You'd a deal better keep your sym.
pathy for YOURSELF" +rowIed Keturah h.
"Whats other folks luck to you, I'd like
to know? There's some one knocking at
the door; see who tis!'
1t was a little note, brought by one
Of the school boys under
Jessie's care. :'Where's my glasses! I
can't see as I could once. Shove the
candle this way, will you, kuturah2''
And fitting his brass bowed spectacles
upon bis nose, the old man unIolue6
the note and read, in Jessie's delicate
chirography:
DO not let that mortgage disturb you,
Christlua: Day tomorrow dear Father
Woodbridge. 1t will never haunt your
hearthstone again. Mr.. Hardwiche
VIII send you the paper, ssoon to destroy
[ have not forgotten those golden pip
ms, nor ali the othe, kindnesses."
"a a, wife, said the old man smiling
and trying to brus|, away unseen the
big tears that would come, "what do
you think Of my Investments now"
keturah's reply was neither elegant,
nor. strictly grammatical, but it was
s'gnl ..can1. She said SIMPLY:
well, | ever."-Home Circle.