Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1886-12-25
in the rosy glow q the heartA.aro Dial.

in the rosy glow Of the henrth-fro that
foil over it.
Mrs Western was standing by her;
Joe was kneeling, rakine the Goals to-
gcther, and looking into her face.
She could not speak, but the widow
gave her warm cordials made from Joe's
honey sweet with the fragrance Of the
beans.
Joe knew even more than did Trip He
knew the real name of the fellow who
had come 10 stay about Ringwood. His
name was PAIGE, but he went by many
an alias-Jameson, Davenant, Spencer,
Jeffries He was well known to the
police, who, however, had been hitherto
unable to take him. Joe knew, also,
what Trip did not, thGt he was already
married, and had q wife and children
living in Manchester. Consequently,
the marriage in Ringwood church with
Trip was invalid,
From the moment that the burglary
had been discovered Joe rushed to the
true conclusion.
"My mind all along mistrusted that
man. know Beaufort was q swell mobs-
man sent down to learn the ways about
the house. Poor Tripl Trip viii return. {"
Then every night he worked in the
mill, and had his light in the flour cham
Der
Redfern was dismissed.
"She'll have no home to come to;
she'll return and find her house empty
She'll come to the old mill, know sae
will, and I'll be ready to receive her."
He was right; she had come as final
refuge to the dear old windmill, and the
strong arms had caught her to hold her
fast, and not let her 90 again.
"Trip" said Joe, "I'm off now. You
shall remain with mother. The mar will
mind the mill I'll follow that sco,lndrel
Beaufort, or PAIGE, or whatever he calls
himself, If it be round the world. He
shall not escape me-"
Then Trip put ont her hand and
grasped Joe's arm.
"Joe, dear FRIEND" she SAID, and her
voice went straight to his he,irt, as did
the look out of her sunken eyes, "Joe,
leave him alone. He wTonged me, not
you. forgive him for this-- that he has
brought me down out of my folly and
pridel Joei 1t was my own self which
was my worst enemy-not he; no, not he.
II had not been vain and giddy should
never have--have cast away jewel TO get
q sham" She suddenly dragged off the
diamond ring (value, according to Mr..
Beaufort, e150) and threw it into the fire
IL only am to blame"
Then Joe took the hand, and, holdir 4
it in both of his, said, in earnest tones,
still 1neeling on one knee, with the rosy
glow of the fire shining over him and her
"Oh, little Tu'penny-"
"a bad penny--6ri utterly bad penny
that has come back, " said she, sadly
'Not sor' ne spoke with shout, and
sprung to his feet mo, not sol A
battered Tu'penny, sore defaced, that has
come back to the proper mint to be
melted and milled, and nodded again
Come, throw away tho old broken, split
whistle. l always said would come tt
you when you needed me without whist
ling, and now-now / will ever be beside
you, and you will never need to whistle
or call. Is it not SOP
'Be more quiet, Joe," said his mother
'She has tainted again with overmucf
joy"
"Motherr' he would not be quiet. Ht
put his arms under Trip and lifted hel
out of the chair, held her aloft, then close
toy his heart. ''Motherl The little
Tupenny Of brass is come back to b.
minted in goldl l cannot help myself
must shout, and sing, and talk, ant
laugh"
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