The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1885-05-16
IN A HOLLOW ELM.
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anu mucll snofAng anu pninng from u
locomotive, skifted the, lower end Of th
little New England village Of Middleton
and finally, with a wheezy sigh, as thougl
from exhaustion, came TO standstillopp
site the red, box.like structure dignife,
with the name Of depot.
onepassenger aiighted, and after sundr.
preliminarypuffs andsnorts, the train con
tinued on its course.
N None among the little throng OF idler
on the station platform recognized III,
new conner, who was rather shabbily dress
ed, with a consumptiye stoop to his shout
defs and q pale, clear-cut face, lighted BY
two large black eyes, which, from thei
dreamy expression, seemed TO be gazini
upon some. scene far away.
"Guess hos book peddler," said OLE
Isaiah Butterfeld, the village oracle, shad
ing his ewes with his hand and gazing
after the stranger. Eyes, | know he Is
for he's turnin' into Squire Merriman'l
gate. Coin to git him as a subscriber
lust. as a sort Of recommend, an ther
tackle the rest ofthe village"
Esquire Jacob Merriman was the village
magnate, and lived in the finest house II
town.
The supposed book peddler walked slow
" up the straight gravel path leading t.
the front door, and rang the bell.
After quite long wait, during which
q blind was cautiously opened ut an upper
window and a pair OF bright eyes surveyed
the visitor, the door was opened by q ser.
want girl, who had evidently just come
from thejwashtub, Judging from the red
perspiring face and steaming, parboilesl
arms. winch, were barred above, the! elbows.
"Sufe, we want nothin' to.dayl' cried
tie girl, with.an angry toss Of her head
aud she was about to close the door.
& 81 bog your pardonln said the visitor
stepping into the hall. SIS Miss Kate al
honey"
!. "Take her my card, please, continued
the caller. = r.
And thrusting his hand into an Inner
pocket, he drew therefrom shabby
wallet, and handed the girl card, on
WHICH was written, in bold characters, the
name;
"IoHS xEST.a
The girl took the card by oGa corner,
with the tips OF her thumb and finger, and
bidding the gentleman be seated IN the
hall disappeared. -,
lIs lev minutes she returned, and Win
saucy pettness ae..Vefea Der message.
sure, Miss Kate says she's not at home
to the loikes Of YOU"
AhF murmnred hent, anu MS paie
lace h9sned. u, {, ~
he DID not stop % expostuiate or make
further inquiries concerning TINS strange
message. Dot walked Through the door,
which the girl held open 10Y him, and
slammed shut with bang; as soon as hlt
feet touched the porch, with his shoulder
naLe STOPPED than when he entered.
~ misttt Rssgge, expected TINS, ne NUT
tered, between Tue poAses AttAi the ssstte.
= And another weary sign escaRea hiIH; :,
He stoppt :. atplnute on the sidewalk
and, after looking up anu down the street
walked toward the left, and a short dis
lance from the house turned down another
street which led by the town ball and tn,
two meeting houses, the blacksmith shoI
the graveyard. across the railroad, and th,
narrow little river Ipswich, and on out int
the country. A
'll take the last LOOK At .s the . iarnF III h
paused for a moment 70 gaze down into tn
tumbling water, "and then go back 70 tn
He heard the sound Of approaching
wheels, and raised his eyes.
Allittls wagon, drawn by a stout pony
whose driver .sasis rogy.eheeked, curly
headed young LADY, not over t*eaty veaiI
ss & ffs &c is 5sg sRRss ss &. and Sssi
again flushed, and glad smile Of tecog
The pony slackened his pace as h
neaEad the bridge, and John Kent RAISED
his hat 70 the curly. headed driver.
Good morning, Aiss Osborne + hesaid
And the pony stopped short.
Well, i declare ]! cried Ella ltshorne
in q clear, ringing voice. Its John Kent
come back to old Middleton! Z
fh1 yoAng man smiled sadly.
ayes, Is f,Rhe ggid, ~ am going Z
take last look g. the oia t A,1 Z - ,,,....
Anu mheAo na'S JSu bSSa 80 aaSe>
years since your Uncle Sam diedP
In the West" he answered with az
ambiguous wave ot hiy PAPA IN that d.
teottcn, :.
Sand yoa 3id9't make your fortune5
emo; l came back BesfeF then when
gent away"
CHATS TOO badl" she said, pityingly
"Have you been Mp to zee Kate 7"
81 called on Miss Meraman az cane
to me-
1.-THE proud, stuek.AH thingW cried the
girl, indignantly. "As thongl Yop
weren't as good as she any day! Well,
deciaselT s..'s :.
IT suppose would bsye been royalty
welcomed 1t I had returned ? fteh iG9aR,
Or been: as once :, hoped to be, the oSnet
OF the Hill FaEM," !.
swell, some people arc, mighty queer
In their friendships. Now, when ~ any,
body,s friend I'm ont and out their friend
and when ] don't like them tell them so
snS ss;d ,How dive do I'm glad 10 see