The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1885-06-03
OLIVES ADVENTURE.

"2ut don't believe any one would
take the trouble to molest l'' said Mr..
Jaynesford, genially, as he threw fresh
log, moss-fringcd and odorous of the
scented dead leaves, among whio' it
had lain all the autumn time, upon the
blazing fire. In the first place, we've
got nothing to steal-and in the second
place, ii we were all murdered, can't
see any particular good it would do any
body So / calculate we may sleep
quietly in our beds"
"Yes--but, father, /" said Mrs. Jaynes-
ford, with an anxious look (she was a
modern Martha, numbered with many
cares, this angular, hard working, yell
low-faced farmers wife); 81 really think
you ought TO get an extra bolt on the
back door, and never did think a hook
and staple was safe thing for the little
hall door If there is gang of burg
lars and murderers going through the
country"
And Olive Morrison, the little lame
school-mistress, who happened that week
to be boarding" at Farmer Jaynes-
ford's, moved her seat instinctively
closer into the angle of the chimney
y.acorner, and lifted pair of large, gray,
startled eyes toward the good-humored
face of her host.
''Fiddlesticksl 70 calculated Mr. Jaynes-
ford, 81 keep a loaded rife and old
Towser has a throat like trumpet, and
] guess if they come here they'll clear
out again pretty quick. Anyway I'm
not afeared of en-"
"Thcre is such thing as foolhardi-
ness. Jothamp said his wife, senten-
siously, as she stirred the batter for the
mornings griddle-cakes in squat stone
Jar with high-shouldered handles on
either side.
Olive Morrison went to her room that
night, in fear and trembling, after hay
ing set up bv the family fire as long as
she could possibly find any excuse for so
sitting up and lingering. She was q
soft-eyed, rosy-complexioned little
thing, with a tender tlneful voice-a
girl who would have been very beauti-
full, were it not for the paralysis of one
limb, which made it necessary for her
to walk with crntch, and somewhat
dwarfed her natural height. Every
body liked Olive.
The parsimonious opened their hands
to her simple needs-the churlish grew
almost courteous-the hard hearted in
stinctively softened, and those who be-
lieved in the hopeless depravity of hu-
man nature, made an exception in favor
Of Olive Morrison. Even the riotous,
rebellious young horde of the district
school were moro malleable, by far.
under her gentle rule than they had
been under that of the male teacher, who
had just resigned his position in de-
spair.
AS she stood before the glass unbraid
ing the brown, shining strands OF hei
long and luxuriant hair, Mrs. Jaynesford
looked into the room.
'lt's sharp, frosty night, Miss Olive,
she said ''hadn't you better have an
extry comfortable on your bedF
81 don't think ] need it, Mrs. Jaynes
ford, " said the girl. 'But do-do you
really think there is any danger Of oul
being robbed and murdered n
II only know what I've heard, there
bein' a gang O. lawless iellers in the
country, MRS. Jaynesford added, with 1
sort Of gloomy satisfaction in the pros
pect. ''And l don't know why they
shouldn't come here as well as anv place
faint likely they know we hain't NJ