The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1885-06-04
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broke from her lips. -,
But alas! her repentance had come
too hte.2 j. -.
The autumn wore itself on, and when
the first now.fakesdizzied through the
dull, gray air they buried old Ebenezer
Buxford under the leafess willows in
the country graveyard.
Aunt yemina packed DIP her belong
ings and went with her niece to dis
tant state, where they could buy little
place, and'try to earn their living by
means of a market garden; and so they
dwelt for two or three years.
Jemima Buxford had laid her plans
to keep her niece with her always. Ell.
len was so brig ht md helpful. and full
of odd ever-ready resources, but love
sprang into the scale opposite old Je-
NINA, and love outweighed her. Ellen
promised to marry George Stapleton,
who had the largest farm and the most
substantial farmhouse in all the neigh
borhood.
$50 you are from Millowfe1i? Queer
old place, that said George one even
ing, as he sat on Miss jemimas door:
step, meditatively chewing straw. II
came through there once years ago,
when I drove pedlers cart:
"You!" echoed Ellen, IA pedler's
cart?"
Eyes; that's the way I laid the foun-
dalton, of my fortunes, such as they
are. I didn't always own "a farm OF
nd ID ho,
pened to me there"
Aunt Jemima put on her .spectacles
and stared hard at Mr.. Stapleton,
while Ellen asked: "What was it ?"
We'll I stopped at a strange little
out-ofthe way house under hill to
get drink of water one morning, and
little old woman with her face tied
up with the toothache, and sun bon.
net tipped down over her nose. like
an old WITCH"
"Humph!" interjected Aunt Jemina.
Game out" pursued the uncon-
scious George, and wanted me to buy
lot of tobacco. Well, tobacco wasn't
exactly in my line, but the old woman
was very anxious to be rid Of it, SO 1
closed the bargain at S.; cheap enough,
but at the same time as much as l
could afford to pay. And 1 never
opened the packet until month after
ward, when I was going up into the
lumber districts, where [ expected to
find good market for that sort of
thing. And here comes in the queer
part of my story. When 1 was MAX
ing up my pound packages of tobacco
into small parcels, suitable to my trade,
I found il one of them, tied and pa
pered like the rest, tin box with"
-Four hundred dollars in bills in
it," fairly screamed Aunt Jemima
Yes, know. sold you that ar to-
bacco! And when you found you'd
got what was never intented for you
why didn't you bring it back?'
Gently, gently, Miss Bux ford"
said George Stapleton. II did bring it
the temptation to keep it was very
strong, yet it somehow lay heavy on my
conscience. And when 1 got back the
old house was shut up, not soul IN
the neighborhood could tell me where
the family had moved to-"
''And that's true!" assented Aunt
Jem1ma, who had never lived On the
best OF terms with her neighbors.
We'll, SEEM the moneys to come
back to the family again-aont blush
so, Ellen, I haint said no harm! But
| kind o. wish hadn't sold the Blue
Virginny. Not for the moneys sake
but my old brother Ebenezer -"
And Aunt Jemima got up and went
into the house, while Ellen lifted her
soft eyes to her lovers face, saying:
Il feel as if Uncle Ebenezer had put
the money in my hands for he always in
tented to be mine, George!
And L, said George Stapleton, she
gin to believe in the old saying that
truth isstranger than felton,"