The sun., 1884-11-20

SUSY'S BEAU.


heard the lalf taanting joke. only
smiled softly, and # their next meeting
only gave Joe a kinder word and q
sweeter smile. 8
She was TIE orphsned d<ughter of a
country tArgynsa. wnose sole Legacy
70 her Ira Il bees tie best education his
own pr esoand learning enabled him to
= give Der. When she was but little
q 4 her mother died, and she had been
aer fathers housekeeper. scholar and
companion until her nineteenth birth
lay, when the Rev. Stephen Coyle was
LIKEWISE taken from his child to his las /
long rest. The good people of the par
ash knowing Susys advantages for study,
had put her at the head Of the district
school, and her old home beng the par
sohaSe, she had removed her personal
possessions and taken up her abode at
Farmer Collingwood's he having Tor
- years boarded" the school ma'am.
1t was merry, happy farmers house
nold where Susy lived. Julia and Mol
lie Collingwood were strong-ar med.
blooming damsels, full of coquettish
grace, and with loud voices and active
habits. Charlie and James, the sons.
were fine specimens of young farmers,
and the old man and his wife were kind
hearted, homelv country-folk.
But the young, girl brought up in her
fathers study. his com mpanion for wears.
had developed more mental than phvs-
icaI strength. was shv in manner. re-
served IN speech, and craved intellect
ual food entirely ont of her power to
obtain. She was slight in figure, with
large black eyes, delicate features,
pure, colorless complexion, and masses
OF nut brown hair. The parsonage
having always had q servant. Susv's lit
tie hands were unspoiled by rough
work, and beside the rosv-cheeked.
blue eyed Collingwood girls. she looked
like little pale nun, her deep mourn
ing contrasting strongly with their gay
attire. with ali the colors o. the rain
bow struggling for supremacy.
She had been but q little time in ller
position as lnstructress to the tow head
ID youngsters of Brent Hill when com
ing up the road from school late on
summers afternoon. she heard wailing
groans IN one OF the cottages. where Of
ten before she had heard the same
sounds.
Poor joe" she whispered pitifully.
Sh.A L !
being beaten by a cruel task master.
But on that afternoon, Us she drew near
he cottage the door suddenly fiew open.
and theidiot iimped. howling and speed
ing as fast as his inirmities allowed out
at the opening. while following him a
strong, brutal man, half drunk, -four
ished an immense cowhide.
The man, cursing and swearing. held
the whip over the coweEing, shrinking
lad. hut when it fell il struck not Joe,
but Susy. who bent over him, one. arm
raised 10 ward of the blow Brute as
as he was, the half-drnnken wretch
stood aghast when the heavy lash cut
across Susy slender arm and shoulders.
Il beg your pardon, ma am" he said,
Il did not see vou was in the wav." r.
How can vou?" she cried. her pale
cheeks crimson with womanlv indigna-
tion-"how can voH, strong man.
strike a poor boy ike that-a bov
whose intrmities should appeal for pro-
lection to any7 man who was not an ar
rant coward 2"
Well. come now. that's pretty strong,
said the man. Don't / feed and lodge
him for what he does and amt / got
right to beat him il he does everything
wrong? He don't earn his salt, he don't /
Don't keep him. then"
Il guess you're right. won't. Joe,
you may go to the mischief, ), but don't
come here again" gEakI
So saving, the idiots tormertor turn
ed on his heel and re-entered his house,
shutting and noisily bolting his door
Susy stood half terrified at the result of
her welI-meant Interference. Joe was
a waif from the alms-house, lame, de-
formed, idintic, and she had deprived
him of his onlv refuge
'Oh, joe" she said, crying, x am SO
sorry, What will you do?" @ x
But Joe was only able to realize that
his brutal taskmaker had ceased to
beat him, and that a long. red welt
across Susy's hand had fallen there upon
its way to his covering shoulder. He
only pointed to the mark. half crying:
1T was better for me to take it as
you." he said, whimpering: 'the pretty
white hand! On, Joe is so sorry you
got before him. Joe don't mind beat
ingw
All the chivalry in the poor dull
brain asserted itself in that speech, for
Joe did mind a beating very much.
You can't stay here in the road all
night" said Susy. Come with me
and will ask Mr.. Co.iingwood- to give
you place to slaep.D EHa E#l
The good folks .at the farm looked
rather astonished when Susy appeared
followed by the STOPPING, limping figure
of the village idiot. But tile farmer
broke into hearty laughter when she
told of her interference and begged a
shelter for the boy.
"Stay here /? OF course he can stay
here" be said. Well find something
for the poor beggar to do But to think
of you spunking up to Bob Carter in
that fashion, Id ha' given nv best COW
to see it. A little white bantam peck
a mad bull would be nothing to it. And
Ire run=of. Well! Welll Here, Charlie,
show Joe the room over the barn. He
can sleep there, and he'll soon learn
where to come to meals"
So the idiot found his bed on the
hard foer repfaced by the cosy barn
chamber; his scantv food exchanged for
generous plenty and for blows Hcks
and curses, hard work everlasting his
brain, he had kindly worda and iGht
abor suited to his 6ilpfehe1sfUn
And under this treatment ne fright
sned visibly, performing his-simpfe task
willingly and we'll
When winter came, Susy herself al
cred a suit and overeoat of her fathers
% clothe the boy comfortably for the
cool weather, and kal& - NRf,-cspj
and mittens. She hinl
without word of encouragement and
kindness, and in his darkened mind the
fair sweet face stood for n ro1i0ion