St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1886-02-20
CoV1NGTON ST. TAMMANY PARISH, La. FEBRUARY

must give me security and I'll just take
a mortgage on this colt" And he
clapped his hand on the head of one Of
the half dozen lads who rallied Robert
Wallace father
With true Scotch humor the mort
gage was executed and recorded, and
Kobert Wallace, with his household.
started for distant Illinois.
Like all emigrants to a new country,
he had his troubles. but ih tho cid
proSpered. He owned bfoad acres. and
cattle AMI horses in abundance; and.
after eight years on the prairie, he said
to his wife:
when the crops are secured, we
will GO back to old Ryegate. and take a
look once more at the green hillocks ef
Vermont.
And mind YOU cancel tha. mortgage
and make me free man." said John
wallace. now ayoung lawyer in Peoria.
I'm thinking the lad intends tn
marry. and wants to show 4 clean
record. said his mother, laughing.
But Robert Wallace and his wife
never saw their Scotch friends in old
Reygate. nor the green hills of Ver-
mont. Before the crops were gathered
man and wife were cut down hv the
harvester Death. and their neishbors
laid them side by side Under the trees
their own hands had planted.
John Wallace, the son, with whom
this story has to do. with that restless
hess common i'm Western life. had gone
SILL further west. and finally located in
Denver; and there he prospered slowly,
as young lawyers in new places gen=
orally do,
Annie Harvey was ailing.
"A breath of sea air might do her
good said old DR.. Goodwillie: aad to
the seashore she went
The little steamer Rose StanGish
carried her load Of passengers safely
through a!l The windings of that
crooked channel which leads to the
dock of ancient Hingham.
Mrs. Helen Sake and her invalid
charge, Annie Harvey. We're glad to
accept the offered aid Of gentleman
fe!low-rassenger. who placed them in
= carriage. which conveyed them over
the beach to Nantasket.
The sea cir wrought wonders in An
ME Harvey. Before three days had
passed she was flirting outrageouSly
with Young Perkins, of Boston, whose
mother had learned from Mrs. Sackie
by sharp cross-questions the undoubted
respectability I'D est, in dollars and
cents) of her charge.
Miss Harvey had also condescended
TO smile graciously upon her fellow
passenger in the Rose Standish. Mr..
Wallace, of Denver. But when that
gentleman invited her to ride, she was
engaged for the same pleasure with
young Perkins and his mother. Let
him make what advances he would.
Perkins was continually in the way;
and yet Perkins was, to use the plain
but expressive language of John Wal
lace. IAN internal fool" still none the
less troublesome for that.
Bnt John Wallace was in love for the
first time i'm his life. and he was not
man to let trifles or simpletons stand
long in his way if he could help it. So
he persevered in his wooing. and at
last thought he might venture to pro-
pose TO that most tickle lady, Annie
Harvey.
Moreover. his business demanded his
speedy return. for he was vet too poor
to afford any long vacation. He found
Miss Harvey on the veranda. busy with
crochet or some other feminine en-
plovment He invited her to ride; but
Mrs. Perkins reminded her of prior
engagement. Mr.. Wallace expressed
his regret. for it was his last day at the
Beach. That information seemed to
startle Miss Harvey, for she at once
laid aside her work. and, saying she
would be happy to ride with Mr.. Wal
lace. went to her room to dress.
Ancient Hull has, or had. nineteen
lawful voters. Rotation in office would
permit each voter to represent his dis
constituents in the General
Court of the Commonwealth of Massa-
chusetts at least once in his lifetime.
The wise politicians of Hull weighed
the probabilities and possibil-
ities of politics. and so skillful did they
become that Boston, the concentrated
center of all wisdom, looked anxiously
for the returns from the elections in
Hull, saying, resignedly: .'As Hull
goes. so goes the State"
John Wallace and Annie Harvey
rode over the long stretch of firm,
sandy beach from Nantasket to Hull.
They talked of the sea, of the old
wrecks. of Minot's lighthouse, and the
white waves forever dashing against
its sides; and John Wallace described
bis home in far-away Denver. the little
eity surrounded by its giant peaks.
which. in the clear mountain air,
seemed so near. yet were many miles /
away. The lady was silent. thought
ful. reserved. almost demure. So is
certain domestic animal when ap-
preaching cream.
John Wallace told his story rs all |
others have told it, and it fell on will |
ng ears.
"But." said he. tomorrow at this |
ime l must be on my way to Vermont
@ pay debt of my fathers. am
and have been since my |
childhood. When that is cancelled. | |