Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1884-06-26

they forget sometimes thht 4 ain iaE
Das - ss.-. "a. -s-- ~ .sH~1nie-
YOU see, TO make a world"
The next night, however, Just %
Mary and her mother we're sitting down
to tea, Miss Abby once appeared,
in the midst Of a gentle shower OF ram.
Il hope I don't Inconvenience any
BODY She said, meekly. But that
women at Tewkstown has cut on my al
lowance Of snuff, and after all, ihereS
no place like home"
And once more Mary Miller patiently
walked howe with tie poor aid cronet to
the poo house. The matrop was IN
furiated this time,
at amt human natur 20 stand tins,
she declared. "I1l put her in the Jug.
"The iuggr repeated Nary
ats a room down cellar, where We
shut up the troublesome cases, said
the matron. II can't stand this run
ninx away business. and ] won't!
The ing. perhaps, proved e~ficacious,
for old Miss Abby did not appear again
for a week. At the expiration OF that
time, however, she crept noiselessly IN
lust al dusk aud seated herself Ike a
silent shadow in the chimney corner.
Its so good to be at home again,
she said, rubbing her wrinkled hands,
II some how seem 10 get lost Of late.
Elna,han is one AID Betty's gone, and
/ am left here all alone. Yes. a cup OF
tea. please-sugar and milk. They
never remember how / like my tea at
Tewkstown. This is good; and butter
on nv bread, too! We don't get but
ter at Tewkstown."
Mary burst INTO tears.
Mother, said she. Miss Abby shall
not go back to TewkstOwn-she shall
| stay herel Mother, how should l feel
Il You were wandering friendless aud
alone through the worldg'
'But my dear"
''She shall sleep in her own old
room, out Of the Kitchen persisted
Mary. "She will be no more care than
a canary bird. Oh, mother, doconsentl
She win think then that she Is in her
own old hong. Oh, il Won knew how
dreary il is at that poor hGuse, with
| the grass all trampled out, and piles Of
clam shells lying round the door, and
not so much as a danielion or daisy to
BE SEEN
And Mrs. Miller yielded TO Marys
tearful solicitations.
"Do as o please, my child said
! she. The TeWkstoWn authorizes were
but too glad to be rid Of the poor incu-
bus and Miss Abby DahRey settled down
in her old home, as conteutedly and I'M
uuestlonably as If she had never left IT,
| She ate and drank but little; she talked
still less, and seemed to regard Mrs,
| Miller and Mary as guests, who had
come to visit the old farm.
The widow Miller and her darter
must he rich folks, to undertake to sup
port old Miss Abby, +" sneered u neigh
Dor
"She was we'll provided for at the
poorhouse," said another.
II never yet saw a farm succeed tina,
was managed by women-folks," ieered
the third.
"ThereTl bc the biggest kind Of 3
smash-up presently, observed number
four, "and an auction sale Of everything
and I'll he on hand-for / doG't DENY
that them little Attorney eows is the
cunningest creatures / ever set my eye,
on, and good mixers into the bargain
But time wore on, and there was no
! fiutter of a red flag over the pouch
( On the contrary matters t~lirove, and
Mary declared ioyoasly that farming
was a great deal more profitable bust
ness than working in a factory, and sh.
only wished tlEat she had found it out
! before.
Until n gray autumnal evening
Mary and her mother came back from 4
brisk walk to the village, and found 1
s~talwart. sun Drowned man sitting OPP,
posite to Miss Abby, by the red glow
Of the fire.
The old lady rose up in an odd, I'm.
certain Bay.
Ladies" she said. fumbling in heI
snuff box, this is my dephew. Cyru,
Dubrey, be as ran away from home
twenty mine wears ago come MichRlmas
Day, and we all supposed was dead
Cyrus. these are the ladies who are s.
good as to visit me here. ! don't quits
reeollect their names; bat then II dont
matter much, and after all my memory
amt as good as it used TO be. Nothing
matters much now-a-days!"
And Miss Abby sat down and fell in.
TO a "daze" again. as if all necessity foi
conversational effort were over.
Cyrus Dubrey stood up-a bronzed
bearded giant, with dark eyes and a su
perb stature.
Ladies, / beg your pardon he said
But Supposed when i came here ! wa
coming homei / knew nothing of al
these changes. | never could hav,
dreamed my cousins would let this crea
ture go to the poor house. Idon't know
who Won are, ladies, with 2 husky rat
tie in his throat, 'Irut | thank you frou
the bottom Of my heart for giving her
shelter in her old age. And il none
will pay lou for it,"
at will not" said MARI, sharply, a
if the words conveyed q slur.
NO, / suppose not, said Cyrus witt
a sigh. but I've plenty Of money now
The dear old annty shall live like
queen the rest Of her DAYS, for she wa
good 10 me when all the rest set m
down as a black sheep. I've made m
fortune out in Panama, and have som
home TO redeem myself
II have heard of Cyrus Dubrey, sal,
Mrs. Miller, gently.
"And Ill venture, main, you hear,
no good of me" said the young giant
with a short laugh. "Tll not deny tia
| was a wild boy enough, but Their
wasn't any actual evil in me, let folk
say what they would. And now Nv
come back a rich man, and there
nobody TO bid me welcome home
except old aunt Abby out Of the poo
house
He could not long have made thi
statement however.
All the town was mp to bid the ricl
government contractor welcome L
Tewkstown within twenty-four hours
But Cyrus cared little for the friendl,
oyertures Of the old neighbors.
Aunt Abby was the only person 70
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