The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1885-09-25
Whatsoever A Man Soweth.

eyes, Mary, we're most there; to
your home and my home. If we always
set as much by each other as we do now,
it'll be the happiest spot in the country. u
"Oh, Tom, it frightens me to think
what we have done What if I am
not as you expected? What if you
shouldn't love me after while All
my life before saw you. got along
with only Uncle Joshua to care for me
but now know difference, could not
live TO so back to the old way. Tom,
you never will repent, will you. and
you'll be patient with me If disappoint
you:"
In answer the young farmer drew his
bride of a few hours to him.
"May God deal with me as I do with
you" he responded, the deepest feelings
of his nature being touched
All her life, her loving heart had
found none but grabbed old uncle on
whom to lavish itself. When honest
Tom Gray, a manly young farmer from
q neighboring town, fell in love with
her sweet face and sweeter disposition,
all her pent-up affection conferred around
him. There was something pitiable in
the intensity of her regard, for there was
but little hope in this work-a-day world
but its very strength would bring her
pain.
"Cheer up, little woman There.
now, see how Prince speeds along
through these pines he knows what's
waiting for him at the end of the
journey"
They emerged from the woodland
road to an open space, and drew up be-
fore q substantial brick house. Shad-
ing it were huge naples and two gigan-
tic fir trees. Across the road the long,
rambling barns clustered, weather.
beaten, implanted, but tfeir capacious
sides promising to hold good store for
the winter. The level space on which
the buildings were situated terminated
in bluff, and below lay the broad
acres of arabic land. In the distance, a
silver band binding the surrounding
emerald of the meadow, wound river
Beyond the hills shut in the little
valley. Nestled at the foot of one, blue
in the distance, the white houses of q
small village cleaned
In less time than it has taken to
describe this scene, Tom had flung
open the house door and ushered his
wife into a large square-room, whose
deep windows let in floods of sunshine
on the bright carpet and new furniture
the young man had purchased for his
bride.
"This is where father brought mother
thirty years ago; they didn't think
how soon they would go, and who would
be here after them to give the old house
a, mistress. They were an uncommon
loving pair, though, he said.
sob, Tom, I hope may be all to you
that your mother was to your father, +"
she replied, the bright color flooding
her cheeks
Then they wandered over the roomy
old house at last pausing in the kitchen.
"We'll have our wedding supper
now" she said, gayly, "if you'll just
fetch the basket from the carriage"
So he obediently brought it in, then
sat down in the old rocking-chair by
the open window, Watching her quick,
deft movements as she spread the table
with a snowy linen cloth-she had
hemmed all sorts Of rosy fancies into it
then the delicate old china which had
been his mothers. Cold fowl, delicious
white bread, a pat of golden butter
marked with the letter G, pies, cakes,
all made their exit from the basket
He knew they had all been prepared by
Tier careful hands. Then she daried
from the door and returned with q
great bunch of red roses. which her
quick eye had spied, to deck the feast.
How pretty she locke I, he thought in
her neatly fitting dress, her dark eyes
bright with happiness, the lovely color