Semi-weekly south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1883-1889, 1884-08-12


Eyes, ] feel quite well now," she an
swerod, in tone full of unspoker
thanks. "How fortunate your presence
was at so critical a moment |"
"Ihoard what your father said abou
the money!" he replied, "and observed
that it vas overheard by suspicious
looking person passing out at the gate
and, knowing the way youwere to come,
thought it prudent. without alarming
others, to keep watch for your safety.
Glow can I ever sufficiently thank
your returned Nora, earnestly, only
now remembering to dispense with the
support OF Mr.. Dyer's arm, OF which. fol-
at least q minute past, she had ceased to
have any need.
1t was at this point that Farmer Bry-
son came bustling up.
"Let me secure the villain r he cried,
when Nora and George Dyer had told
their brief story.
But the robber, whom Dyer's fist had
temporarily stunned, had taken nd
vantage of Nora's swoon, and her deliv-
crers consequent occupation, to quietly
eteal away-a fact which greatly ex-
asperated the farmer, who was forced to
vent his displeasure in divers angry NUT
terings and vigorous fomishes of his
cudgel.
George Dyer grew rapidly in favor
with all the members of the farmers
family, and not least with Nora. In
deed, she and the new hand got on
famously together, Nora, though
farmers daughter, had a mind better
trained and better stored with knowledge
than many boarding-school graduate ;
and George Dyer, though farm labor
or, seemed to have been an extensive
md thoughtful reader-so that there
Vas wide field Of subjects for the two
. converse about. History, fiction,
poetry - they discussed them all by
.urns and, we may be sure, in their
evening walks and talks, they
'ound time to speak Of other matters Of
more immediate personal concern.
George Dyer had been staying on the
'lace nearly three months when Hiram
fooch, whose farm joined her fathers,
anne out plump and plain one day, and
tsked Nora would she be his wife-to
which Nora as plumply and plainly ALL
'wered that she wouldn't.
At the first knowledge Of this the
farmer WIS little vexed. Not that he
bought Nora and Hiram particularly
'nitcd TO each other, but then the two
arms were, and Nora was an only child.
But Farmer Bryson was t,r low :, =, :
fathcf to think of forcing his daughter I.
inclinations.
If Nora doesn't want you for hu,i.
Land" he said to Hiram, when the Lac.
ter laid the case before him, al dou's
see how I'm to help you"
And, when Hiram limited at the extent
of u fathers authority i'll the matter of
family government, the farmer answered
that, since the Declaration of Independ.
ence, lie thought there were a good
many things in which family govern.
ment, like other governments, derive:
its just powers from the consent If the
governed.
II was but little while after that M
other sutton for Nora's hand presenie.,
himself before the farmer-no ollie
this time, than George Dyer, the now
hand.
Tho fnrmrr opened his eyes pretty
widely.
"Havo yo,. spoken to Norn?" lie in
quired.
~ have"
"And what's her answer ?"
"a consent, subject to your APP
proval."
The farmer drew long breath anJ
looked grave.
Margins serious business" llo
remarked. "Now, You bein' only
hired hand, is it goin' too far to ask
how you expect to support wife ?"
81 have no misgivings on that score"
replied the young man, with what the
farmer thought an air of over-conti-
dence.
1t turned out That no was Il wealthy
young man in disguise, and referred to
Mr.. Wrayton, the banker, who wrote a
letter in his favor.
"What's this, you dog9" exclaimed
the farmer, as the letter dropped from
his excited fingers. "Ned Wrayton
says you're his nephew, worth half n
million of your own, beside what he's
goin' to leave you, and that he knows
nothin' very bad about you /"
ooh, George |" cried Nora, with q
half-frightened look, show could you
deceive us SOP"
"Well, my little one, you see 1 caught
a glimpse of you on your visit to the
city last winter, and, wishing to know il
1 you'd like you as we'll on close &C.
quaintance as I did ct first sight, took
my own way Of finding out"
"And with what result ?" was the
question earnestly asked by Nora's eyes.
"Have I not asked you to be my
wife ?" was the answer whispered softly
in her ear.-Judge Clark, in New York
Ledger.