Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1885-07-24


was afraid you would not con
sent, Uncle phineasn
me old man snarled like an infuria.
'ed wolf. his wrinkled skin turned a
dull yellow. 'N'l '''"s' .
y ye're 50 very Independent" said
ne "ye can clear out . this house;
,ny roof shan't shelter ye no longer.
clear cut, sayr
Fo'amond stood appalled,.
put Uncle Phneas. I've nowhere
70 90, She faltered.
"Yed ougbter ha thought o that
atore ye was 50 free with your money.
gFowled the old man, as he held the
a0oI wide open for her to pass out.
But it's dark, Uncle Phineasl And
It's showing hardr'
Whats that TO me?" shouted the
old tyrant DO you mean to start.
or must l take We by the shoulders and
put ye out? 90, saym
There was something in the savage
light Of his eyes that appalled, his
niece, even while she had opened her
ups to remonstrate still further.
without another word, she glided out
INTO the twilight tempest.
Everybody in Beckersfeld remem-
oered that January storm for years
afterward. Young people dated back
TO it; old inhabitants compared it with
the memorable storms of their youth
ful days. The snow lay for weeks,
iull six feet deep. Wild creatures,
like foxes, wolves and weazels, crept
out Of the woods, and, turning traitor
to their instincts. sought food and
shelter near human dwellings. Roads
were impossible for weeks; railways
blocked up for days. And not until
the spring suns unlocked the Icy chain
OF Iiimmits Creek Zone of the deep
est and most dangerous streams in the
neighborhood, did they discover the
scareely-recognizable remains of a
human body, wedged among the roots
Of submerged tree. Had it not been
for the scarlet shawl which Rosamond
Foster had worn when she left the
farmhouse, her remains could hardly
have been identified.
But they brought her to the old
Foster home. and Uncle Phineas oave
p flal. FROM ~-4aG moment,
however, he never held his head up.
Il know they couldn't convict me
in a court of law" he said. "But it's
murder. all the same its murder!
And l didn't never know afore how
fond I'd got to be of Rosamond. There
amt no hired help I've had sence as
ever done as she done. Poor Rosa
mond-poor little girl! And it was
me killed herl"
They sent for the doctor; but the
doctor shook his head.
ut is not case for medicine" said
he. The man is not sick. lie has
something on his mind
"Ye don't keep no medicine to make
a man forget do ye, squire2' said
Uncle Phineas, with CHASTITY sort Of
smile.
IF we did, our fortunes would be
made said the doctor. mo, my
friend, there's nothing in the Phar
macopeia to meet your. case, worse
luckp
So the solitary old man peaked and
plned as the days went by, hanging
modify over his handful of FIRE, and
refusing TO speak to the sympathetic
neghbors who came and went.
Dut one day, when the chestnut
Trees were all in blossom, a carriage
aloYe up to the door, through weeds
tnat had grown knee-deep.
"company?' said Uncle Phineas.
with side long glance at the window.
'lsll EN- to go away, l won't see
nobody"
aB0t you will see me, Uncle Phine-
as cried CHEEKY voice. "You will
see Rosamond?o
Fosamond it was, alive and bloom
my with cheeks like her name flower.
anu blue eyes shining. Uncle phineas
i0oSso at her with troubled face.
= Rosamond was drowned" said he.
mOnds?' 'sV i'o0"'
.,,,.sa Dear uncle, am so sorryr' ex-
Piaaed the girl. But | never heard
-; yesterday of the girl who was
Duisa IN my name. l met the moor
s snlYerlng on the road; she
a,sa.4 a.9o 70 have lost her way, and |
o'.'''sa her as well as | could. and
So nef my little red shawl to tie
sc,sa. '' Hsf neck ! took the train to
,.noa ,'0ll' and went to Jared. | didn't
nnoT ,,l' what else to do. And oh. uncle
49, hundred dollars has more than
qoaanpled quad. itself, and Jsred's patent tent
:, s,s@'o-'aw "a is a successl He is a rich
van, ' iiu "iu we can pay you now for all
childreno - "heh we were
= reckon it won, tax. mn., : ).
snre,.,s sans said Uncle Phineas, with % GRIM in
s4tsa'n. iiftsa But Rosamond' %,'n ya,va glin
,,,,'i nv b.s.. thousand-pound. weight off
every e,s p's'a so., this day. I've missed you ol
come baa, noaF' and every dayl YouTl
ve. de,rsa g%SA to me, Rosamond, won't
the pi,, u : little it'll, while, if you want me-
.,lbaa M saw George Hand a. tha 5