Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1884-05-15

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Where was /? Oh. about Carlos Dorr.
He's my wife's brother. and L m willin'
to treat him decent. but / can't have
no idlers about here. I'm speaking
for his own good"
Thank you, SIR" said Carlos.
'.ln my household" went on Selden.
more irritated than ever" them as
can't work sha'nt eat"
"Well, l hardly come under that cat
egory." said Carlos; II can work; but
it isn't pitching hay and measuring out
bags OF flour. | must claim the privi-
lege of choosing my own profession,
and-excuse me, Mr.. Selden-of man
aging my own business"
mighty independent, to be sure,"
growled the farmer; "but j wash nv
hands of you once for all! And want
you to understand that arter tomorrow
your room will be wanted for them as
is willing to work for their livin'."
''You are welcome to it tonight, Mr..
Selden," said Carlos Dorr calmly;
"after what you have said you can
hardly expect me to remain here
longer. | will 60 to the Parsonage,
where Mr.. Mildmay will. l make no
doubt, receive me as guest"
And he walked out of the room.
"Oh, John! oh. John!' cried the poor
little wife, wringing her thin hands;
"and Carlos is the only brother l have
left in the worldr'
"A shiftless vagabond," roared Sell
den; ''who turns up his nose at them
as could buy him up half-a-dozen
times"
John, you shall not speak SOL" said
Hannah quickly. "Mr Dorr is no vag-
abond And he never"
"Ha, hal" sneered Snelden. $50
you're in the ring, too. are youp You're
one af the Dorr worshippersr
Hannah blushed, but held her ground
bravely.
II honor his talent. and respect his
principles, said she. ''There now!
And don't believe in your theory of
work, all the time, as il life were all
one eternal tread-mill. You've har
rowed yourself down to a mere ma
chine, and you are killing Fanny, and
think it's shame! Now you know
my opinion about it, and much good
may it do YOU"
And she went over to kiss and soothe
her poor little sister-in-law, who was
sobbing piteously.
II hate scenes" said Selden. Come,
Timothy" to the hired man, "let's get
out and fodder the cattle afore it gets
to be pitch dark. The women will
come to their senses afore we get backm
pp,tt In Il, l,o a.,l ,>A &l~
career his wfe's brother had chosen
with fresh contempt.
IAN artist--eh?" said he. "a poor
forlorn wretch, out at elbows, and
starving in garret. He needn't come
to me for help!'
He will not" said Hannah.
"And l forbid any one to speak his
name in my presence said Selden
sharply. Hes chosen his own path;
now let him stick to it, and keep out O.
mine"
1t was not long. however before the
demon called Ill Luck began to perse-
cute John Selden. He fell from load
of straw and broke his leg-t healed
unsatisfactory, and he found himself
n prisoner in the house just swhen the
farm required his most constant super
vision. His wife became ill of malar-
ial fever. The Lead Mining Company
suddenly collapsed with thousand
dollars of his hard earned money in
its jaws. Tax-bills came remorselessly
in. Creditors began to press him.
And, for the first time in his thrifty
and methodical life, John Selden found
himself hopelessly behind in his af-
fairs, with not cent of money for his
necessary expenditure.
Poor Hannah, who had clung faith
fully to them through all their year of |
reverses, burst into tears at last. She |
had been compelled to give up her
school-and with it her income-to
wait upon Fanny, and to do the house.
work.
'What are we to doP" she said de-
spairingly to herself, for she was too
good little nurse to give way to her
despondency in the sick-room.
"Don' repeated cheerful voice,
stop crying in the first place, and in
the next, tell me all about it. For
there's no one who has better right
to share your troubles than l have,
Hannah dear"
And Carlos Dorr, handsome, travel
bronzed, and smiling, stood before her.
Hannah's dark, tear-wet eyes
sparkled.
"Oh," she cried rapturously, "Inever
was SO glad in my life. John and Fam
ny are in such trOuble!'
And then she told the whole sad
history.
That evening she came into the room
where John Selden lay on a chintz
lounge, and his poor wife was in bed,
in the opposite corner.
''It's all right, John,' she said
cheerfully. 1.-The taxes are paid, and
Squire Mallard's money will be ready
for him tomorrow morning. Don't
fret, John. Cheer up, Fanny. The
wheel of fortune has taken new turn"
"Have you found gold mine?' said
the farmer incredulously. !
"No," said Hannah, but Carlos
Dorr has come back. He has succeeded
splendidly in his profession. His pic
lures of the Yosemite Valley were both j
sold on the very first day of the exhi- ,
bition. And he says his purse is {
Fanny's purse. And here he is now. F.:
May he come in?" {
John Selden uttered deep groan Of
contrition.
Il am ashamed to look him in the
face" said he. III am ashamed tc
ask his pardon!''
''Then don't ask it," said Carlos
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