The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1885-01-08
Investment.
fNfHE yellow haze of midsummer

! fE4HE yellow haze of midsummer
hung its radient pennons ovei
~ the velvet slopes of the Fair
~ haven taTm-the river, mur
muriDg softly over its pebble bot
tom, flashed up like a sheet of sill
ver-and the purple fields of clover.
nodding ready for the scythe, fill
ed the warm air with sweet slum-
brous scents.
"Fine weather for hayin'," said
Eliakim Fairhaven to his material
nature Gods sunshine and the
grand glitter Of earth and sky,
were but the instruments to fill his
pockets with sordid gsin-mere ac-
cessions to good crop" Alas
is not this world full of Eliakim
Fairhavens,i in one shape or anotheri
Miss Conf rt Fairhaven sat be
side him knitting and watching the
cumbersome frolics of a par of
twin lambs, deserted by their heart
less mother, whom she was 'sbring-
ing up by hand"
Yes" she said with a mechan
ical glance in the direction OF the
beamy west "Who's that comm
up the path, woRderP'
"One of the new hands, l calcu-
late" said Eliakim, screwing up
his eyes. 81 didn't gree to give
'em their supper and board into
the bargain, night afore the bar
gain begins-and Pm blessed if
there amt a little gal along with
him"
"Tain't no hayin' hand" said
Miss Comfort, rising and going
down the steps to meet a slender
child of nine years old, who was
leading a pale bowed-down man,
who walked with difficulty leaning
on a crutch.
"Heart alive, childT cried Miss
Comfort, whose kindly nature in
voluntarily sypathized with all who
we're suffering or in distress; "what
ails your and what do you want
here?"
''Please, ma'am," began the
child, eagerly, ''if you could give us
a nights lodging-poor papa is so
sick and tired, and"
mo l can'tr' abruptly broke in
Eliakim Fairhaven. ''This amt
no almshouse, nor yet a charity
place. If ye can pay your way,
well and good--if ye can't the
sooner you go about your business
the better!'
1--WE have no money" timidly
began the child, while the man, as
if stunned and bewildered by the
heartless fuency of the old farm
er's speech, leaned up against the
fence, pressing his hand on bis
forehead, "but-'
Then clear out and be done with
itr' saik EliakiD, resuming his seat
with dogged exposure.
Miss Comfort looked appealingly
at her brother.
"If could just get 'em a bowl of
milk, Eliskim, and"
STUFF and nonsense" sonorously
calculated the farmer. Il amt a
goin' to give in to this sort OF thing.
Once begin and you'll never leave
of, you softheaded wonanfolk!
Slowly and YEARLY the two poor
travellers turned and plodded their
way adown the broad dusty road
the languid footsteps of the invalid
scarce keeping up with the tripping
pace of the child.
"Oh, papa, papar' sohbed the
little girl, turning her blue, wistful
eyes to the white, worn face, chow
cruel people arer'
He placed his hand upon her cur
ly, uncovered head.
"Never mind, Essie," he said
with mournful, tender pathos in
his voice, st will soon end. 1t
can not be for long, as far as am
concerned, poor child. But for you
-"he stopped, his voice husky with
emotion.
They had walked what seemed to
little Esther Bell a weary way,
when there was rustic among the
wild rose bushes that overhung the
stone wall at their side and voice
called hurriedly to them to stop"
"It's me-" said Miss Comfort
Fairhaven, reckless of her gram
mar. "Eliakim-that's my brother
he's gone over to the class meet
in at Squire Dundas', and 1 cut
down through lots to overtake you.
tell you can't somehow get your
fathers face out o. my mind. You're
sick, ainat you, misterY'
81 shall soon be quite well," he
answered calmly-and Comfort
FairhaVen's more experienced eye
detected the hidden meaning which
the little girl never once suspected.
Yes, he would soon be well, but it
would be in that country where
the inhabitants never say, 81 am
sickr'
where are you going?" asked
kind Miss Comfort, her voice grow
ing husky in spite Of herself
I'VE are going to my grandpapa," "
said little Essie. "Grandpapa was
vexed with my mamma for marry
ing papa and going to England, but
papa GuluhS uS IL Iako care Ol me
now! But 1 won't stay with him
unless papa stays toor'
And she resolutely tightened her
grasp upon the thin, fever burned
hand.
I'spose you want to get to Louis
dale?" said Miss Comfort.
The man nodded.
''Is it far?'
eleven good miles yet" said
Miss Comfort; "but I'll tell We
what-Tll make Joab get out the
wagon, and with good buffalo
robe over the seats, you'll ride easy
enough. They'll be back afore
Eliakim gets through shoutin' and
prayin'-I hain't no patience with
that kind o. religion-snd while
you're awaitin', I'll bring down q
smack O. bread and meat, and a
bottle OF my current wine. faint
good to travel on an empty stom-
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