The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1884-10-03

nsr MIND, and found herself half artic-
ulatlng-"I hate proud people,
Minnie feat like dreaming with her
eyes open this evening, and had gone
TO her room early. Her parents were
on the porch below talking, and she
could have heard all that thew said if
she had beer attentive; presently, how
ever, some of her fathers words at
tracted her attention, and she forgot
her dreaming in a hurry.
l can't see what's to be done" her
father continued after she began to
listen. Morgan was partly intoxicat-
ed, but sober enough to mean what he
said, and he gave me to understand the
foreclosure would occur early next week
II the money was not forthcoming. and
as 1t is impossible for me to get it, / do
not see what we can do but let the place
go. 1t seems very hard, after we have
lived here all our lives and are no long
er young nor able to face the world as
we c were, that we must leave
it now, and Minnie" his
voice sank so low that the wide-eved
listener up stairs, with the moonlight's
glory flooding in at the window over
her could hear no more.
But ah, she had heard enough. Her
dear old home to be sold, sacrificed? Her
parents to be turned out into the world,
penniless and growing old? Driven
from the home they had worked and
striven so hard to make comfortable,
that was q part of their lives-oh, what
could she do for them?
What, indeed? What may the flow
er do to turn aside the angry wind?
Well, at least she could cry. and the
big tears ran through her fingers and
rolled down on the window-sill for the
moonlight to sparkle IN them.
Presently the front cote opened and
shut with a click, and a tall man walked
through the shadows up to where her
parents were sitting. Minnie could not
see him plainly enough to distinguish
who it was, and fell to imagining.
When the visitor reached the porch she
heard her father say:
"Why, Mr.. Davidge, you call late.
| am glad to see you, though, to well
come you back to"
"Mr. Hastings, excuse my interrupt
tien, said Davidge. excitedly. Il do
call rather late, but / will explain. /
was In the village this afternoon, and
overheard a half-drunken fellow talk
ing to some companions abont your
well, about you and your circumstances.
| was very sorry, indeed, to hear it, and
it has troubled me all the evening. /
did not know how you would take my
busying myself with your affairs. /
knew / couldn't rest tonight. / took a
walk, and here / am, sir, to offer you
sympathy in the shape of that-you
must accept i'll will take no refusal.
Can you read it? That covers that
fellows claim, / believer"
"Yes, yes, Mr.. Davidge," Minnie
heard him falter, "but do you know
&c 9 know inns Is for a very large
sum. What security"
Security" said Davidge, quickly;
security be-" checking himself. Il
want no security but the honor Of an
honest man, one who was a friend to
my father, and one whom my father
loved and trusted and taught me to
honor with a ring in his voice., and
you will please accept this-this loan
from my fathers son! Mr.. Hastings,
Mrs. Hastings, good night"
And Minnie heard her fathers voice
follow the young man, saying:
His fathers son-may God bless
him y and she sank on her knees by the
open window, her face turned up to the
beautiful kind heavens, while her sweet
lips tformed a prayer:
May God bless himp
=
eyes, I'll do it" said Minnie to her
self the next evening, and she got her
hat and started for q walk" as she
told her mother, who, with her father,
had been in excellent spirits all day.
Minnie was evidently walking with a
nnrnnsa In view Ger b vent along
briskly. She was very pretty-we all
know what a pretty GIRLS Like, so de-
tails may be excused. And, OF course,
as has been said, she knew she was
pretty, but she was twice as pretty as
she knew.
The path she had chosen seemed to
lead her TO the Davidge farm house.
When she reached the long front porch
she hesitated, but, gathering courage,
she gave a timid knock on the heavy
walnut door set deep in the wall. A
voice that she remembered since the
previous evening babe her "Come In,
kindly.
She opened the door and there sat
the "proud" Mr.. Dayidge, his sllppered
feet high as his head, and both in a
cloud Of cigar smoke. He almost lost
his equilibrium backward when he saw
who his caller was, and made q number
Lof ridiculous moves before he reached
his perpendicular, the while stammer-
ing: I-ah-why-say, excuse me;
please take chair"
L He reQainad his composure when he