The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1884-06-27

stalwart, sun Drowned man sitt;rr
posite to Hlss AsJg ; tie Fsd giss
of the fire. ss0w
The old lady rose sf i 81 oid, ~:
certain way. uu'
Ladies, , she said. fumblinq ii H.,
snuff box, "this is. my depheT. Cvrr.
Dubrey, he as ran away from No.
twenty nine years ago come Michmlmas
Day, and we all supposed was daad
Cyrus, these are the ladies who ara
good as to visit me here. / don't ou;ts
recollect their names; but then II doas
matter .auch, and after all my memorv
amt as good as it used to be. Nothins
matters much now-a-daysl9
And Miss Abby sat down md fell i.
to q "daze" again, as if ali necessity Il,
conversational effort were over.
Cyrus Dubrey stood up-a bronzad
bearded giant, with dark eyes and i Il,
perb stature.
Ladies, l beg your pardon" he said
But Supposed when / came here / was
coming home! knew nothing Of an
these changes. / never could have
dreamed my cousins would let this cyea.
ture go to the poor house. Idon't know
who you are, ladies'" with a husky rat.
tie in his throat, shut / thank you from
the bottom of my heart for giving her :
shelter in her old age. And if money
will pay you for it,"
ut will mott" said Mary, sharply, a.
if the words conveyed a slur.
"No, | suppose not" said Cyrus with
a sigh. "But I've plenty of money now
The dear old aunty shall live like !
queen the rest of her days, for she was
good to me when all the rest set me
down as a black sheep. I've made INV
fortune out in Panama, and have come
home to redeem myself"
II have heard of Cyrus Dubrey, " said
Mrs. Miller, gently.
"And I'll venture, nam, yoti heard
20 good of me-" said the young giant.
with a short laugh. "I1l not deny that
| was a wild boy enough, but thers
wasn't any actual evil in me, let folks
say what they would. And now I've
come back a rich man, and there's
nobody to bid me welcome home,
except old aunt Abby out of the poor
house."
He could not long have made this
statement however.
All the town was up to bid the rich
government contractor welcome to
Tewkstown within t~wenty-four hours.
But Cyrus cared little for the friendly
overtures of the old neighbors.
Aunt Aim Woe fha. on1v oo~-o, g.
whom he seemed to care, and his great
est grief was that the old woman re-
fused to leave the old Dabney farm
house to live in the stately brick man
sion which he built on Prospect Hill.
And then he asked permission to deck
her little bedroom with the curiosities
he had brought from the fsthmus, and
in lacking up draperies and arranging
shells and silver come he and Mary I'M
consciously became quite good friends.
Friends. She never knew that it vas
any thing else, until one day old Aunt
Abby took a strange idea into her head.
And Mary, holding a rich Oriental cord
for Cyrus to loop into knots for picture
frames, heard her introduce Mrs. Mil
Ter to a neighbor as my guest, Mrs.
Miller, the mother of the young lady
that nephew Cyrus is to marry"
Cyrus looked at Mary. Mary drop
ped the ball of cord and turned crimson.
Mary he said piteousiy, SAY that it
shall be so. For / love youl And
and you were good to old Aunt Abby
when all the world turned against her.
Isemetimes think, Mary, that You mnst
be like one of heavens angles"
And this was how they became en-
gagged.
They still live at the old farm house,
the happiest of married lovers, and
Aunt Abby firmly believes that they are
all her guests; for to her the woare
stands eternally still-the world that Is
so full of bloom and beauty to Cyrus
and Mary