The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1885-01-01

| Ne can't do it. TWon't stan law. Seraph
Gates, ye agreed fair an square, fore ever
we let yer marry Sam, that We wouldn't
claim none O the back pay, an Mis- Spra-
que heard ye. | was to hev two hundred
dollars an Sperence the rest. You was
to get the eight dollars a month, an its
big pay for your trouble. never heard
o sech thing It's scandlous, going back
on Your greement that way"
The want nothin to bind the bar
| gain, an Watertown lawyers tell me
needn't stan to it unless | want to-" re-
turned Seraph. "Iou was to have two
| hundred dollars for your work, an you've
got it, though it's more'n the jobs wuth
an ye shant git no more O. the money
with my consent-so there
The astonishment in Experiences face
now worked itself into protest charac
teristically mild.
'"oi neve: would thought this on ye,
Seraph; | never would have bheved
| you'd go back on your word"
"Sper'ence, ye can't see through a
stun wall when the holes as big as a cart
wheel An | spose you'd stan bein
| plucked till the last pin feather was gone
| ibit Nou lDtho d low. Ht HlOutS
want going to you. It's goin to the
Squire here, that's got more'n he knows
what to do with, for a farm that amt
wuth half what you're payin for it, an
| won't help along no such inikity.
| wouldn't say nothin if We want payin
more'n the farms wuth. It's a terrible
| poor place to own as a gift. | could buy
you better one to Watertown for the
money, an as for helpin to have you
| sWndled, | won't stan it."
| The Squire's face was a study mean
while. Its pleased urbanity gave way
TO astonlshment, and the astonshment
was followed by a white rage, from which
every trace of suavlty and self-control
disappeared. He burst forth aye
won't stan it, won't ye? I'd like to see
YOU help yourself III teach We to talk
about the inikity of a Church member
that's practiced law here forty years the
same as if I'd been admitted an sworn.
| I'd like to know what ye think O your
own conduct le married Sam Canary
for nOthin in the world but his pension
money, an can prove it. | suppose
you've forgot that know how near gone
sam was when you come that night.
could show ii up to guvment as a fraud,
an that ud stop your pension quicker'n
lightnin. le got hold o. the wrong man
when We tried to browbeat me, Mis-
Gates
II never pretended but what | mar
rled Sam for his pension. didn't mar
ry him to bleege you, Squire Sprague, an
mebhe you'll find ont. An if any body
calls my marriage a fraud, I've got your
certificate shown it's legal and right.
You're my witness. an if there's any
fraud, there's more'n me in it, you'll find
to your sorIer No, the certificate alnt t
there"-as the Squire made a desperate
lunge for her hand bag-''an there ain t
no more money there neither | knew
the kind OF a man was dealn with, all
an they re all safe to Watertown You
may talk till the COWS come"-as the
Squire broke into an angry torrent of
Words-"but there amt nOthin YOU can
10 thout | agree to it, an yell find ii out
after we've stoImed a spell, t0o.'
This speech did not quel the angry
Squire. He was 50 accustomed to dictat-
ing absolutely to his little world on all
questions where the my ysterious law came
N that he was 50 slow to comprehend
that this woman had completely beaten
him. The storm of his wrath ragged on ::
but Seraph knew her ground, and was
not daunted. When the Squire at last
paused for breath, she rose to 60.
Sprague watched her in dumb amaze
ment. He did not move until he saw her
in the buggy, backing slowly ont from
cover. Then he realized that if he ever
saw any Of the pension money, he must
make some terms with this woman, hu-
initiating though it might be. He moved
reluctantly forward.
"What do We calclate to do bout it.
anyway? y he asked.
81 expect to invest my money. Praps
| shall buy a little place there is to
Watertown, or if | could get good
mortgage cheap enough, might put it in
that"
"a mortgage. That's jest what the
trade we talked would amount to.
sposed You meant to give it outright to
Sper'ence, but YOU don t, why don't you
buy the mortgage, and let him pay you
intrest Z"
'It's too big moren the place is wuth,
twice over
"No sech thing. The farms wuth
every cent I've got on it,"
IF you look at it that way, we can't
trade, that's all :" and Seraph gathered
her reins.
GLOW much would ye give! Come,
now, make an offer" urged the Squire,
desperately, as he saw his chance at the
money vanishing.
"Waal," replied Seraph with increas
| ing deliberation, "YOu'd be we'll paid if
you got a thousand dollars out ont, but
considrin that got the money easy. | do
know but I'd give twelve hundred"
"Shucks Ie don't mean to buy, that's
ALL"
81 don't mean to pay no moren it's
| Wuth, You may rely, " she retorted "NoW,
Square, I'll tell We what Ill do, an t's the
last cent HW do. fyGull bring that
mortgage, an all the notes, an everything
| you hold gainst Sperence, down to Coun-
| sloI Smith 10 WatertoWn, Wednesday
an sign papers givin EN- all up to me, III
| pay We fourteen hundred dollars, cash
| down
"Course | won't Think I'm a fool III
replied the Squire, angrily turning back.
I'll be at Watertown Wednesday with
| the money! she called over her shoulder
after him as she drove away. She stop
ped moment at the house and called
out Juliana: "Don't YOU an Sper'ence
be one bit cast down, Julany; I'll have
the mortgage Wednesday, an Ill burn it
right before Square Sprague's nose, see
if don't shall have little O Sam
money left that | wouldn't keep from We
one mint if could trust Sper'ence not
to be wbeedled out ont by the Square.
But guess can shingle the house an
fix it up so it'll be like folks, an the
| Square can't tech it,"
"Oh, Seraph, can yOu9 | should like
to live in white house, with green
blinds, fore die"
Sprague's horse had never been whip
ped so mercilessly as it was for shying on
the way home, and it was years before
the Squire could pass the neat white
cottage with its vine-flinged porch and
large cool dairy-room, into which Sc
raph's money transformed the Ca ary
farm house, without grinding his teeth
and uttering something about the mean
ness Of women. Harpers Bazaar.
| for divorce. IT you take Jadwin's Tar syrup il
| ill cost you % cents. Sold by all druggists.
|