Weston weekly leader. [volume] (Weston, Umatilla County, Or.) 1878-189?, 1885-05-15
school house half mile distant be-
came the scene Of her new labors.

came the scene Of her new labors.
She worked hard all day, but
when she turned her back upon the
scheol house every evening, it was
with feeling of satisfaction which
once she would not have deemed
possible. "Labcr is rest" some-
times, and Marguerite Arnold be-
gan to believe it and realize it. Had
it not been for that aching void
in her heart-the belief in her low
er's inconstancy-she would have
been quits conteat.
Time rolled BY, and three months
has passed since Mrs Arnold and
hss daughter had tassa possession
of the old farm. Qne dsy Aarguer-
.itsreturned from lays labor
te End her mother greatly excited,
whi!a look OF delight shone in
her dark eyes as she met her at the
door.
"Oh, daughter!" she exclaimed,
as soon as Marguerite had entered
the CHEEKY sitting-roona, "such news!
Only think-we have a chance to
to sell the old farm!''
A wondering expression flew into
the girls face.
"One thousand dollars" went on
Mrs. Arnold, eagerly. ga small
sum, but, my dear, it is something
to US, and twice the value of the
old place, to my thinking. Mar
guerite, we will rent rooms in the
village, and with our work we will
be quite comfortable.
"But, mam..Ia, [ do not under
stand. Who has made you this
offerl"
sTwo men-strangars here" an
swered Mrs. Arnold. 'I have OBJ
served them for several days walk
ing about the place quite as if they
admired it."
Marguerite smiled.
"We will reserve our decision
for the present." she said. "There
may be something in the back
ground which we do not under
stank, mamma, and"
She turned suddenly at the sound
of a footstep. The little maid Of
all werk entered, and in her hand
she held a letter.
"If you please, Miss Marguerite
Dorothy began, 81 jes' got dis yere
letter outen &c office"
Marguerite's heart stood still.
Even at that distance her quick
eyes caught a glimpse of well-re-
meaabered chirography. Was light
coming at last2
With shaking hands she tore the
esselope open ard read.
My DARLING MARGUERITE:-I have
been very i'll since last l wrote you; my
feet have gone down to deaths door;
put God has spared my life, and [ am
once more able to write and tell yea OF
my unchanging love. But, my POOR
darling, our prospects are dark and
gloomy; for, OF course, have forfeited
my position; the college is supplied
: with sufficient instructors, and [ am
| coldly turHed adrift. Darling, will you
wait for HE until shall retrieve my
fallen fortunes, and be able to make q
home for you? Your own, always.
: 'LAWRENCE."
, Her pale face flushed to wild
} rose color; she placed the letter in
her mothers hand. Mrs. Arnelo
:; read it slowly.
: IL always trusted him." she said
/, "My child, you will wait for hint"
j. Mamma, would it be bold ane
o unwomanly for me to tell him tt
come here2 We are comfortabl,
t situated, and he will recover hi
d health in this country place. w
S we need not wait for a change il
S fortunes tide. Theirs is vacanc,
s over at Clifton, only five miles from
;. here, which think he can secure
T Do you approve of this, mamma"
d "Decidedly. Write to Lawrenc
n and tell him to come"
rs A fortnight later Lawrence ALE
le srrived-a pale, slender man, wit
a grave, thoughtful face and earnes
v, gray eyes. And few days later
TO quiet wedding took place, and Ma
at suerite married the poor professo
y They would live and work for eac
other, they said.
m A week after the unpretentie,
y wedding, the same men who had Q
e. fered to buy the old farm appeare
I'd. again, to urge an acceptance of the
to effer. Mrs. Arnold listened cage
o. ly.
er 81 believe 7 will accept Il
ID TERMS" she said.
he Just then the door opened al
,r- Lawrence entered the room, qui
al pale and excited.
ut The would-be purchasers start
ne back in confusion, as they saw tn
as he bore in his hand queer, bla
an substance, which he carried straig
of to Mrs. Arnold.
he "Ycu must not sell the place
he trifing sum-" he said in low,
nd ger tone. ''These men are impcsi
an upon you, Mrs. Arnold. See!
ZEN have been prospecting and Fl
WI traces of coal. sly dear madam.
my surmises are correct your barr
vas old farm is worth untold gold"
ust So, indeed, cid Uncle Jared's
.dy quest turned out to be, and its pr
de- ent owner is worth millions. tt
ure live together now-the happy
her in a splendid mansion in
the town of Clinton; while "dowR
fnl the coal mine, underneath
'ag- ground" their vast wealth is accv
ole. ulating daily. And Marsuel
me- and her mother give all their thai
'wn to Lawrence, whose knowledge
left geology had saved them froa
a sacrifice of the sterile old IL
be which had proved to be vsriss
was bonanza.
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