The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1884-09-19

4 Thy soul and body m divide;
Thy body IN the grave I'll hide ~
And thy dear Soul IN hell must b
With .dsvils to Etseni6.
Thus end. the days Of vofol youth
Who won't obey, nor mind the truth;
Nor healken to what preachers ray
But do their parents disobsy.
They IN their youth ahAll 20 10 hall
Under Eternal wrath % dwelll
And shall not live ont half their days
For GeAvtng unto sinful WAyAs
Mg sQUlag's PEACHES.
The squire was ON his way home Rom
the village; peep at the back Of The
wagon and under the sent proved this,
setting aside the fast that il WA Thurs.
day night.
Squire Hole always wont 10 Che store
and post Office on that night. getting
bis weekly supplies Of groceries and the
mail Tor the whole neighborhood. TWAS
q way they had in Jewett Road, the
first one who called ct the postohace got
the mail for that district and delivered
IL a. he drove home.
The sun had just dropped to rest be-
hind o pile Of golden crimson clouds,
which lay banked together in the west
ern sky. No wonder the Squire drops
the reins on Princes back, and pstting
the dog on the seat beside him, looks
back.
He is just passing under the noble
elms in front Of the Hawthorne place.
having climbed the steep hill from the
village. He sees the cluster Of houses,
the two church spires. the plain acade.
my building and the stone church,
which comprise the village. Beyond
the farm are dwellings nestled among
the trees: hillside homes that Lie be-
tween him and Kersage. Hs takes il
all in at glance, but his eye follows
the range of hills and settles at the foot
of tiny mountain; though too far away
to discern any dwellings,, he sees il Ill
in his minds eye.
There have been . hundred sunsets
like this, hundred twilights Just a
fresh, and the Squire has palsed this
way times without number: st,lt he Il.
ways looks back.
II never pass this turn III the road
without taking look ct the dear old
mountain"
He is talking to tho dog. az 70 him
sell. ~ /.
II like to see it look warm and pleas.
ant over there. Il was Just such night
as this that I brought my bride away.
We have driven over the road . good
many times since then, and we always
speak of that one ride. She has been
my angel over the right shoulder ever
since. I guess she il, pretty happy in
Jewett Road, after Ill. She is 10 sen.
sible and so good at planning. won
der if she cant solve this peach trouble.
The boys are real bother, and I hope
she can find a way to manage them"
The Squire was so busy with his
thoughts and those academy boys"
that he left the turnpike and was driv-
ing by Blacksmith Porter's without no.
ticing the little man in his leather
apron, who stood against the door Of his
shop.
"Whoa, Princel Here are Q couple
Of letters for your folks. guess one
of them is from your son William; the
stamp is one of those outlandish Wes-
tern towns. Strange that he took to
music when the rest Of our boys and
girls can't sing any more than cracked
fiddle. Blacksmithing pretty brisk 2
Yes, 1 thought so; see you at il early
and late. No, Ican't stop to 90 in.
I've got some letters TO deliver; much
as dozen in the top Of my hat. I
must hurry along. Wife will have sup.
per ready and waiting"
Sure enough, he found it waiting.
Pandowdy and q pitcher Of rich milk +;
snowy bread and golden butter, and
for top off" as the husband called it,
two richly Drowned up-custards.
The Squire was hungry, but in the
midst of his eating told Of his trip. whom
he saw, what they said, and all the lit.
tie gossip that she depended upon his
telling. They were mile OF more from
the village, and did not get the news
every day.
"You look a. though there was some
thing on your mind that troubled you,
What is it?"
Mrs. Holt had finished her supper
and was standing by her husbands chair.
She drew his head close to her side, and
stroking his gray hair, said:
"Oan help you about anything?"
Eyes, little woman, think You can.
| r 10 a.
plans to conquer the rogues from the
village academy, who, they tell me, are
at their pranks again and are planning
a raid on our peach orchard this night.
They talked some time; ct last the
best plan was decided upon. Before
the squire went to the barn and shut
up for the night, he took his plain
faced little woman into his strong arms
and kissing her cheek, said, "What
could I do without you? You teach
me lesson every day" And then he
went out singing, The dearest spot on
earth to me is home, sweet homel"
It was nearing midnight, and Mrs.
Holt was growing very anxious. Three
She said to herself: "The boys viii do
Nun no marin, an sure. I0ey 1I0 q
little wild ON these raid nights, but al
heart they are good meaning fellows.
hope our plan will work good things.
Ny heart yearns over them. Far away
from their homes, without mothers
care or fathers restraint, many. Of
them having nothing to hinder their
being reckless, unless We can inspire q
principle within them. Who can tell
what good results may come from kind
word? Harkl I hear his footsteps."
where are you peaches2 Did he eel
the dogs on you?"
The questions were asked by three
sickly- looking Lads IS they climbed the
fence. They agreed to wait about hall
way between the squires and the VII
lage, and help carry home the plumber.
ooh, amt you smart to come without
any. II I'd gone, there wouldn't have
been . peach left on tho trees. ]
wouldn't care for old Holt or that bob.
tailed dog of his-or-"
''Shut up, you bragl I won't heal
You call Squire Holt names. You know
you were coward and were afraid Il
60. We have been, and I for one have
learned lesson. I wish I had never
been caught in 20 mean scrspe. Ifeel
Il A.