New-York tribune., 1884-11-16

After burning the midnight oil writing, writnR
wrIting until with bead aching and side throbbng
he fell into sleep and dreamed OF Mary Dennis
walcncd early in the morning. He had no tine for
lounging foi lgnC rcvcrcS, for watch ng th" curl
ing smoke of his ppc lie madc To himself no more
bitter commentaries on the folly of noble impulses.
aNot a moment to waste" he said ~ he thought
of Mary and of Janot's dark figure barring the way
to her. 40 white doyc When next your wings
would bring you 10 me there shall bc.a nest await
ing you' Aud then laughing, ne reused himself
from rcvcrie bright it had nearly robbed hm ol
half the hour valuable 10 him.
After his modest breakfast he walked out to the
Browns. The little cottage without child in sight
s,cmed still asleep rs Dennis, fearing that Illness
might have visited the happy family. hastencd his
stem. uut the sight of Mrs Brown dissipatcd such
thoughts Fair and comcly she looked with her
sleeves rolled upand her round arms whtcned by the
eorr of the bread she was vigorously kneadlng.
- CooI strong muscles too" Dennis thought, re-
,,onberinr Mcgs pleasure at Tins having escaped
the switching.
.Ior sakes Is il you Mister Day." and she bobbed
him a curtsev while she filed her pan with the
snowy balls OF dough. Lor sakes, 1t is really You
Pm real pleased: | can't almost help 1t, though
pleasure is a sin. But that shawl; however did YOU
know | wanted oneY | has worn it five times ter
meetin. an feels mighty good in it. As fer them
chillerns they was the most delighted when the box
coined. An now hopes vou'll stay ter dinner I'll
rct ND suthn nice. Lor sakes. I've been SO shamed
~ the suppcr You took with us! Nuthn but bread
an butter I'd got mad with Brown about 1t, but
what's the use o gcttin' mad with him IT don't do
uo good Now yerll stay. won't yerf'
"Thank you Mrs. Brown. but | can't stay. I've
inst walkel out to see Mr. Brown in reference 10
that unfortunate woman who since her husoahl ,
convection has lost her reason"
Pore critter! Brown told me. amt no hand
fer niggers but amt fer treatin em like dogs
Well. ef yer won't stay yerll fin Brown in the per-
tater patch. Good-mornin' sir, good mornin'.' She
stood watching Dennis after he had taken leave
admIne his vigorous stride AS he made his way to
well well. he do walk nice. An what hand
some face. with them clear blue eyes! declare lie y
a fine -ookin oer, an as Ter that arm hes so easy
like one never misses it, till one feels lit lc queer
a-shlkin Il lei hand" -,
Dennis came mp TO the field at moment of Wild
est fan Taking advantage OF ;" Dads" position. as
on his knees he dug away at the potatoes. four oil
his Youngsters headed by the madcap .Ncli' Nei'
posing upon his back. u vain he expostuia;,el
threatened begged his back they renaihe'l'
nearly thIottlng him with their arms around Ms
neck. :, 4,
Wal. thar's nuthin fer it but to do like the
donkey with the hay" and suitng the acton to t"
word Brown rolled himself on the ground. over ANA
over shouting with laughter. went the happy fellow
| until with Triumphant thar" he arose aml''
| SMILE for. perchcd Oh his shoulder. covered with
mud and with long strip of calico dying from hei
torn dress Nell still clung. ~, .,, 30,
| Wal, wal Nell. you beats EN- ALL said heI
| proud aud delighted parent. lie turned to Dennis
Who had eaped the fence and joined him.
:" Your sarv Mt, sir; Mr. Day I'm proud to wei wei
| and then the other with his jolly laugh Il wish
could give yer hand shake. but bless me. atwecn