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

"Dut l don't believe any one would
take the trouble to molest u.s." said Mr..
Jaynesford, genially, as he threw fresh
log, moss-fringed and odorous of the
scented dead leaves, among whic' it
had lain all the autumn time, upon the
blazing fire. 81 In the first place, we've
got nothing to steal-and in the second
place, If 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 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
corner, and lifted pair of large, gray,
startled eyes toward the good -humored
face of her host.
"Fiddlesticks !" calculated Mr. Jaynes-
ford, 81 keep a loaded rife and old
Towser has throat like trumpet, and
l guess if they come here they'll clear
out again pretty quick. Anyway Pm
not afeared of en-"
"There is such a thing as foolhardi-
ness. Jothamp' said his wife, senten-
tiously, as she stirred the batter for the
mornings grlddle-cakes in a squat stone
jar with high-shouldered handles on
either side.
Olive Morrison went to her room that
night, in fear and trembling, after hav-
ing set up by the family fire as long as
she could possibly find any excuse for so
sitting up and lingering. She was
soft-eyed, rosy y-complexioned little
thing, with a tender, tuneful 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 crutch, aud 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
stinctiyely softened, and those who be-
lieyed in the hopeless depravity of hui
man nature, made an exception in favor
of Olive Morrison. Even the riotous,
rebellious young horde of the district
school were more 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 her
long and luxuriant hair, Mrs. Jaynesford
looked into the room.
''lts a sharp, frosty night, Miss Olive"
she said; "hadnt you better have an
extry comfortable on your bed"
81 don't think need it, Mrs. Jaynes-
ford, " said the girl. "But do-do you
really think there is any danger Of our
being robbed and murderedW
II only know what I've heard, there
bein' q gang o. lawless ielers in the
country, Mrs. Jaynesford added, with
sort of gloomy satisfaction in the pros
pect. ''And / don't know why they
shouldn't come here as well asanv place
faint likely they know we hain't no