The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1884-03-14
THE MORTGiGED YARN.

shrill announcement; six o'clock and
oh! mother, here is Jenny Lane, pnnct-
ual to the very moment. Now we shall
have some good news from Jack, hope"
She ran out to the gate, flushed and
Q to receive the letter from the
country carrier, and returning seated
herself on a low stool at her mothers
feet and broke the envelope.
On the first glance at its contents a
shade of disappointment dilnmed her
bright face, Instead of reading the
note aloud she glanced hurriedlv over
the brief lines, and then silently, witha
quivering lip. placed it in her mothers
hand andturned aside to q window.
This was what Mrs. Hilyard read:
DEAR MADAME saw your son a few days
since, when, to my surprise, he expressed him
self reluctantly to apply his money TO the re-
deeming Of the mortgage, saying that he re-
quired it for q speculation which promises TO
be more profitable to him than the holding of
the farm. | have, therefore, been compelled
10 dispose of the mortgage 10 a gentleman of
my acquaintance, who proposes TO take lmme-
date possession, and | consider ii my duty to
inform you thereof, in order that you may lose
no time in making arrangements for a removal
Very Respectfully, ABNHR HARRIS.
Mrs. Hilvard returned the letter to
It's envelope with p trembling hand and
a dazed. b%ewildered look, as though un-
able to realize the blow which had so
suddenly fallen upon her.
Her eyes met Marion's and the girl,
threw herself upon her knees 10y her
mothers side, and burst into a passion
of tears.
"Oh. mother, what shall we do?
What will become of uS?"
THE Lord will provide" said Mrs.
Hilyard, raising her OVERLOOKING eyes to
the motto on the wall, embroidered by
Marion's own hand. where's your
faith, my child, that it should fail you
in the very hour of need?"
''Mother, it is not so much the loss of
our home nor the poverty and trial in
store which grieves me, but that Jack,
Your own son my own brother
should have so changed. Oh, mother,
| know that our father in heaven will
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we turn when even Jack can become
worldly and heartless?"
At this moment a little blue-eyed girl
burst into the room with
Naturalization here is Miss
'Melia Anderson at the gate with her
buggy. She says Will you step out a
minute for she wants to tell you about
old Mr.. Millard being sunstruck; and
she darent leave her horse without
some oneto hold him.
Marion was in no condition to listen
to Melia-the greatest gossip in the
neighborhood, so Mrs. Hillvard, driving
her eyes. was, in civility, compelled to
see the informal visitor. Marion, her
head resting upon the window sill be-
hind the screen of clinging roses, could
have heard every word spoken; but alb
sorbed In her grief, she paid no atten-
tion until the name of Walter Hinton
struck upon her ear.
Its true for certain, for Maria hadit
from his own sister, Aggie Hinton. Says
Maria In her wild way. If he comes
back with all that money-you know
his Uncle Samuel left him most of his
property last vear-says Maria, IF he
comes back rich / mean TO set nv cap
for him. On which Aggie replies, ooh.
Won needn't, for hes to be married be-
fore long to Il real, nice pretty girl, OF
course, Maria wanted to know all about
it but Aggie only laughed in her mys-
FERROUS way, until Maria says, i believe
you are iokingr VIXEN Aggie replies, If
Walter isn't married before winter I'll
make you a present Of my new earrings
which he has sent me. So You see it's
certain, snre; and no doubt he'll bring
his bride to visit his family and then tell
Marion we may look out for q grand
party. When the Hintons undertake
to do things. they always do it hand
somely.
Marion stayed to hear no more. Gid
ing ont OF a side door she crossed the
garden, passing little Myra, who was
fondling a snow-white calf, her great
pet and treasure, and Who called to her
to see how fast Snowfall was growing
Poor little sister, 1t would be as
hard upon her as her mother and her
sell to leave the dear old home, with
all tile scenes and objects endeared to
them by the associations Of their lines.
For in that ample, pleasant, old-fash-
toned farmhouse Mrs. Hilyard had been
born and married, and here her chill
dren also had fret seen the light.
Two years ago her husband-who
had been too little practical to make a
successful farmer-had died suddenly
leaving his affairs In a very embarrassed
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