Connecticut western news., 1886-03-31

just let pretty woman como in and they will fight like brothers-in-law over a will. When little Phillis came to school, and Jim and 1 ran races to ask to see her home or to fetch her to singing school or Sunday night meeting, then, stranger, we knowed the first trouble of our lives. Somehow we grew cold like, and before that year was ended we did not speak. One night Jim and met at her house. was seventeen then, and Jim was over eighteen and as big as . man. He had beard, almost, and he WIS as handsome as picture. He didn't know that I was there, or I don't think he'd called. I had been there about an hour, and just before the knocker sounded PAillis had told me the old story we n o{ u Hvo to. hear 50 we'll, and I fslt as happy and hght-hearted as lark When Jim came in and saw us sitting in the little old par Tor he seemed to know just what had happened like flash. For moment thought he'd do something he'd regret sometime. His face got so black and sullen and his eyes got ugly. Philis saw it. too, soon as did.
 "Jim, said she, her voice trembling just little. Jim, want you and Bob to shake hands and be friends'
 'Then got up and held out my hand though, to tell the truth, I felt sort of nervous.
 'Jim,' she went on, her voice get ting stronger and her face getting sweet CT and sweeter. I want you to love Bob again just as you used to, because cause-I love him so much. Won't you, 'Jimi for-my sake.'
 T wish you could have seen Jim just then, stranger never sew the good in . man fight 90 hard with the bed and come out ahead in all my hfe before or since and never expect to again. He stood there by the open window just as if he'd been carved out of stone I didn't know whether he'd heard what she said or not, he was so still. Then just as I was about to take back my hand Jim took it in both of his so hard almost dropped. Then he threw his arms around my neck, kissed me on my lips, Topped down on chair, stranger, and cried like baby. Phillis, the little woman, cried too, and there we all were with our arms around each other crying like women and not any of us knowing what we was crying about.
 ''That settled things with us. After that we was brothers just like we used to be. Well, it's long story, and guess you won't care to hear it all. So Pll cut it short. When was twenty one I was married. Jim was our best man, and my oldest boy is named James Churchill Brown. About year or so later Jim married. She was a cripple and sup ported her mother doing sewing. But if she had been a royal princess Jim couldn't have treated her any better. After he got on the road he built her little house near us and there they lived and there these little tots came into the world. About year ago little boy came to their cottage, but he only stayed a day or 70, and when he went back to where he came from he took the little mother back too, and these little ones were left behind. Jim never lost heart though, but the blow nearly killed him. He stood up under it as brave as lion, and you'd never have known from his face, except that he didn't smile the way he used to, that he knew what sorrow was. One evening last week-it was an off-day with Jim-he and Phillis was out walking by the creek that runs through my meadow by the red barn. It was just dusk and my little boy was running on ahead playing in the snow when they came to the railroad crossing. Just as they got there Jim heard whistle. It wasn't time for the regular train, so he wasn't watching for danger. It was a special and it was coming round the curve like lightning. My little Jim was playing on the culvert. Phillis heard the whistle, she saw the boy on the track, and heard the rattle of the engine just as if it was dream. Then she gave little scream and fell down on the road in a faint"
 'sEast Creekl'' called out the conduct or, as the train stopped again in the storm.
 | "Oh! Uncle Boby" cried the little maiden by my side. 'Look out the | window. There's Aunt Phillis and cous- in Jim and there's grandpa and grandma and what funny long black wagon that is! Lookl Look !" she continued s the I farmer gathered together his charges and i started for the door. sThey are putting a black box in the wagon, and Aunt Phillis is crying awful hard"
 "Yes," replied the farmer as he brush ed away tear from his eyes. 'Yes,
 that's Jim Churchill, stranger, in that
 box. ."-Benjamin Northrop in Graphic. Avery Successful Case.
 First Lawyer-Ah, Dobkins, how did
 you come out in that case you were just {: beginning when I went Easta
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