Milford chronicle., 1885-07-24

my brother.
"And you never asked meY
81 was afraid you would not con-
sent, Uncle Phineas."
The old man snarled like an infuria-
ted wolf; his wrinkled skin turned a
dull yellow.
EFF we're so very independent" said
he, ''ye can clear out o this house;
my roof shan't shelter ye no longer.
Clear out, I sayP'
Rosamond stood appalled,.
"But, Uncle Phineas, I've nowhere
to CO." she faltered.
@Ye'd oughter ha' thought o that
afore ye was so free with your money
prowled the old man, as he held the
door wide open for her to pass out.
"But it's dark, Uncle Phineas! And
it's showing hardF'
"What's that to me?" shouted the
old tyrant. "Do you mean to start,
or must take ye by the shoulders and
put ye out? Go, 1 sayP
There was something in the savage
light of his eyes that appalled, his
niece, even while she had opened her
lips to demonstrate still further.
without another word, she glided out
into the twilight tempest.
Everybody in Beckersheld remem-
bered that January storm for years
afterward. Young people dated back
to it; old inhabitants compared it with
the memorable storms of their youth
full DAYS. The snow lay for weeks,
full six feet deep. Wild creatures
like foxes, wolves and weazels, crept
ont 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 Plimmit's Creek Zone of the deep
, est and most dangerous streams In the
. neighborhood, did they discover the
.
neutrality-suspicious. remains OF a
human body, wedged among the roots
of a submerged tree. Had it not been
for the scarlet shawl which Rosamond
y Foster had worn when she left the
5 farmhouse. her remains could hardly
=, have been identified.
But they brought her to the old
. Foster home, and Uncle Phineas gave
/ her decent burial. From that moment
however. he never held his head up.
81 know they couldn't convict me
in a court of law" he said. "But itf
e murder, all the same-its murder
% And I didn't never know afore how
q fond I'd got to be Of Rosamond. There
amt no hired help I've had sence al
ever done as she done. Poor Rosa
Z mond-poor little grill And it wa
- me killed herl'
- They sent for the doctor; but Tn
- doctor shook his head.
at is not case for medicine" SAT-
a. he 1.-THE man is not sick. He ha
- something on his mind"
81 aye don't keep no medicine to max
~ man forget, do ye, squirrel" sal
no Uncle Phineas, with CHASTITY sort G
70 smile. -, ;,
Is "If we did, our fortunes would b
lte made" said the doctor. mo, m
an friend, there's nothing in the Phal
macopeia to meet your case, wors
no luckW
~ So the solitary old man peaked an
ne, pinned as the days went by, hangin
r modify over his handful Of fire, an
die refusing to speak to the sympathet
49, neighbors who came and went.
But one day, when the ehestn'
Oh trees were all in blossom, carriat
nat drove up to the door, through wee'
es' that had grown knee-deep.
De Company" said Uncle Phinea
al with a side-long glance at the windO'
mt "Ten 'em to go away; I won't s
Sc nobody"
ing "But you will see me, Uncle.Ph
got as ?" cried a CHEEKY voice. "You W
see RosamondP
Rosamond it was, alive and blool
hat ing, with cheeks like her name-fow'
not and blue eyes shining. Uncle Prime
zen looked at her with a troubled face.
or "Rosamond was drowned" said
the GLOW is thisP Are there taOO Ro'
To monds?"
dol aDear uncle, I am so sorryl"
kim planned the girl. "But never hea
lcle until yesterday of the girl who "
ing buried in my name. 1 met the pr
thing shivering on the road;
ome seemed to have lost her way, and
ness directed her as well as I could, a
But gave her my little red shawl to
!; he around her neck. took the train
'ard Scranton, and went to Jared. did
red, know what else to do. And oh, uni
a Of my hundred dollars has more II
lush ouadrupled itself, and Jared's pat
phi steam-saw is a successl He is a T
are man, and we can pay you now for
your kindness to US when we "
oner children"
he 81 reckon it won't take much to
that" said Uncle Phineas, with g.
urn, sarcasm. '.But Rosamond, "
good lifted a thousand-pound weight
uble my heart this dayl I've missed
every hour, and every dayl 70
hite. come back to me, Rosamond. W.