Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1885-09-26

I prOchlngs and at sight OF the pony and
/ driver his cheek again flushed, and a
] glad smile OF recognition wrcathed his
thin lips.
FDeared ths bridge, and John Kent
/ driver.
Good morning. Miss Osborneg' he
And the pony stopped sholt.
''Well, / declared cried Ella Os-
/ borne, in q clear. ringing voice. 'It's
/ John Kent, come back TO old Middle
toui''
The young man smiled sadly.
yes, it Is +, be said. ''I'm
going to take a last look at the old
And where have you been
ali these years since your Uncle
Sam ed?''
''In the West. he answered, with
an ambiguous wave OF the hand in that
direction.
:'And you didn't mako your for
tuner"
..No; camo back poorer than when
I went away"
That's TOO bad!'' she said. plying
ly. Have you been up to see KuteP"
FL called on Mss Merriman as
came from the train. She was at
home, but not to me"
''Ihe proud, up-thing" cried
the girl, Indignantly. LAS though
you weren't as good as she any day!
We'd. 1 declared
i suppose L would have been roy
ally welcomed If / had returned a rich
man, or been, as [ once hoped to be,
the owner of the Hill Farm"
''Wei, some people are mighty
queer in their friendships. Now,
when I'm auy5Ody's friend I'm out
and out their TREND, and when 1 don't
like them 1 tell them SO. IL wouldn't
have hurt her to come down and sad,
How dye dO?' I'm glad TO see you.
although you amt looking 50 we'll as
you we when YOU lett Middleton.
I've been sick, " SAID Kent, and
I've worked very hard tue last year.
Nov that YOU We got back home
you must take long rest. Father
viii be mighty glad to see you. We'ro
living aU the farm now. He's
foreman Of the factory. You
wouldn't know the old place; it's
changed 8 good deal since you were
there. I'm just going up to the store
TO get some things. and Is you viii
wait here, I'll hurry and give you a
ride back"
''Fhank your said Kent, gratefu,-
~.
And the girl. touching the pony
with her whip drove on.
''She ut least is honest and sincere, -
unused Kent, leaning on the bridge
rail and gaz uy INFO the water. ''She
always was straightforward and out
spoken, and she's grown 10 be very
beautiful woman.
there was IL school OF little fish lust
under the edge of the bridge. and he
amused himself by watching their
playful gamOUls. until the pony came
trOttsBg back.
Then he clambered in beside the
girl, and. under tue influence of her
CHEEKY manner, his face frightened.
and ne talked freely about himself and
his adventures.
al suppose Hill Farm is still owned
by my cOuslnP" he asked.
Yes, Nick Warner Is still master,
and as mean as ever. He's getting
richer every day, what with the farm.
and the factor, and the orchard. But
he gets no pleasure out OF his money,
and works every day like q slave.
He's cutting down all the woodland,
and this morning gave orders that the
Ulk Gin LA4G w "a A4ttlAG5 ZIG DGADLg-4A
corner of the house be fslled. "
That's PITY" said Kent. ''Ir
was my uucles favOrite tree. My great
great grandfather, who was an officer
III W ashlngtOn'5 army. planted il.
have heard the story often One day
he entertained the Father Of his
Country and some officers in the Old
Mansion. They IOde over from the
headquarters OF the OnLinentai army,
which was then 1t Danvers. General
WashingtOn's riding wh p was a small
elm branch. When he started to 20
back, my great great grandfather
noticed it aud presented the General
with his own riding whip In re-
membrance Of the Father of MS COu n
try, ne planted the elm branch and it
grew TO be a great tree. / would have
valued If, bat my Cousin Warner Is
not a man of Poelic temperament,
and would very quickly sacrifice a
family relic, if il added to his rev
enues.
These reflections led Kent into
reminiscent VEN, and he RECALLED his
fair listener with stories and quaint
anecdotes OF his ancestors, who had
been among the first settlers and had
been prominent men in the infant
colony.
elf your uncle had only made an
other viii before he died. as everg-
body believed he intended TO do, said
the girl, when he hnished, ''yOu
would have been master at Hill
Farm
Yes" ne answered. with a sigh Of
regret, and reIapsed INTO cilence.
When the pony turned into the
wei remem oersd carriage road Which
led by the graveyard Were lay the
bones Of his ancestors FOR many gen
CITATIONS. and finally moHnted the iitr
tic hilL on whose brow the tenant
house was bu5ite Ella Osborne H0eic34