Turner County herald. (Hurley, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1884-06-05

~ ieo unremOnstratingly back Il
.oWAstoWn pocr-house where tha mat
.on read her shrill- lecture am
aeciared she would not be allowed an. an
otner grain of snuff if she wonldnr M ha
nave better. Old Miss ABBY sniiai
deprecatingly. '
s.;d They y are are peculiar people here" sh.
SI sd.a. y think, my DEAF" she said t.
ply aary Miller, they forget I am lady
put 1t takes all sorts, don't you see. te
make a worlG.p-Tne next night. how
ever, Just as Mary and her mother were
slttlng down to tea, Miss ABBY ono.
more appeared, in the midst of q gentle
shower OF rain.-sI hope I don't moon
vemence anybody" she said meaklv
but that woman at Tewkstown has chi
on my allowance of snuff, and after all
there's no place like homeland once
more Mary Miller patiently walked
nome with the poor old crone to the
poor-house. The matron was infuriate6
this tlme.-At amt human natur' te
stand THU" she declared. "I'll put he,
IN the jug.'-"The jug2n repeated
Mary. It's room, down cellar. wher,
we shut up the troublesome cases." sale
the matron. "I can't stand this run
ming away business and I won'tl"-Th.
Ing, perhaps, proved efficacious, for ole
Miss Abby did not appear again for .
week. At the expiration of that time
however, she crept noiselessly in JUS
at dusk, and seated herself like silen-
shadow in the chimney corner.
Its SO good to be at home again.
she said, rubbing her wrinkled hands
II somehow seem to get lost of late
Elnathan is gone, and Betsy,s gone, and
l am left here all alone. Yes, a cup Of
tea, please--sugar and no milk. They
never remember how I like my tea al
Iewkstown. This is good; and butter
on my bread, tool 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 here
Mother, how should I feel if you were
wandering friendless and alone through
the world ?"--aBut, my dear.S
aShe shall sleep in her own room, of
the Kitchen" persisted Mary. ashe
vii! be no more care than canary
bird. Oh, mother. do zconsentl She
will think then that she is in her old
home. Oh, if you knew how dreary ii
is at that poor-house, with the grass ali
trampled out, and piles of clam shells
lying around the door, and not so much
as q dandelion or daisy to be seen.
And Mrs. Miller yielded to Mary's tear.
full solicitations.
"Do as you please, my child," said
she.--The Tewkstown authorities
We're but to glad to get rid of the poo,
old incubus; and Miss Abby Dabney
settled down in her old home as con.
tentedly and unquestioningly as if she
had never left it. She ate and drank
but little; she talked still less, and
seemed to regard Mrs. Miller and Ma
ry as guests, who had come to visit the
old falm m.
aThe Widow Miller and her darter
must be rich folks to undertake to sup.
port old Miss Abby" sneered one
neighbor.-!s She was well enough pro
vided at the poor-house," said another
II never yet saw a farm succeed thai
was managed by women-folks," jeereG
the third.-There'l be the biggest
kind of a smash-up presently" OBJ
served number four, aand an auction
sale of everything; and I'll be on han6
for 1 don't deny that them little AL
derney COWS are the cunningest Gre
turs 1 ever set eyes on, and good milk
ers into the bargain"
But time worn on, and there was NJ
futter of a red flag over the porch. Or
the contrary, things throve, and Mar,
Miller declared joyously, that farming
was great deal more profitable bust
ness than working in factory, anG
only wished she had found out before
One gray, autumnal evening, Mar,
and her mother came back from brisl
walk the village, and found stalwart
sunburned man sitting opposite to Mis-
Abby, by the red glow of the fire.
The old lady rose up in an odd, un
certain way. Ladies'" she said
fumbling in her snuff box, athis is m,
nephew, Cyrus Dubrey-he has raj
away fr, m home twenty-nino years agt
come back Michaelmas day, and we al
supposed he was dead. Cyrus, thes,
are the ladies who are SO good as t,
visit me here. / don't quite recollec
their names; but it doesn't matte
much, and after all my memory amt a
good as it used to be. Nothing natter
much nowadays"
And Miss Abby sat down and fel
into "daze" again, as if all necessit,
for further conversational effort wer'
over.Cyrus Dubrey stood up,
bronzed, bearded giant, with dark eyes
and superb stature. Ladies, I beJ
your pardon" he said, "but I supposed
when I came here was coming home
knew nothing of all these changes
/ never could have dreamed my cousi1
would let this creature go to the tow
poor-house. / don't know who yo1
are, ladies" with husky rattle in hi
throat, " but thank you from the yer,
bottom of my heart for giving her
shelter in her old age. And if none,
will pay you for it"
ct will mott" said Mary, sharply, a.
if the words conveyed a slur.--"No,
s'posed not,n. said Cyrus, with a sigh
sBut I've plenty of money now. Til,
dear old aunty shall live like a queer
the rest of her days, for she was good t,
me when all the rest set me down for
black sheep. I've made my fortune ou
in Panama, and I have come back to re
deem myself. ."-I have heard of Cyru
Dubrey," said Mrs. Miller, gently
"And I'll venture. ma'am, you heard n,
good of me-" said the young giant, will
a short laugh. "I'll not deny that
was a wild boy enough, but there wasn'
actual evil in me, let folks say what the,
would. And now I've come back ricl
man, and there's nobody to bid me vel
come home, except old Aunt Abby, on
of the poor-house."
He could not long have made thi
statement, however. All the town wa
up to bid the rich government con
tarctor welcome to Tewkstown within
twenty-four hours. But Cyrus care,
little for the overturss OF the old neigh
bers.- Abby was the only per
son for whom he seemed to care, and hi
greatest grief was that the old lady re
fused to leave the old Dubrey farm
house to live in the stately brick man
sion which he built on Prospect Hill
And then he asked permission to dec
her little hed-rOom with the curiositie