Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1886-02-03
A GOOD INVESTMENT.

Inc yellow maze OIL midsummer nung
it's radiant pennons over the velvet
slopes of the Fairhaven farm; the river,
murmuring softly over its pebbly bot
tom, flashed up like q sheet of silver,
and the purple fields of clover nodding
ready for the scythe filled the warm
air with sweet, slumberous scents.
"Fine weather for the hayin'," said
Eliakim Fairhaven. To his material
nature Gods sunshine and the grand
glitter of earth and sky were but the
instruments to fill his pockets with
sordid gain-mere accessories to "a
good crop" Alas is not the world
full of Eliakim Fairhavens in one
shape or another?
Miss Comfort Fairhaven sat beside
him knitting and watching the. cum
bersome frolics of a pair OF twin
lambs, deserted by their heartless
mother, whom she was "bringing up
by hand"
eyes," she said, with a mechanical
glance in the direction of the beamy
west. "Who's that a-comin' up the
path, | wonder?"
Zone of the new hands, calculate"
said Eliakim, screwing up his eyes.
81 didn't gree to give 'em their supper
and board into the bargain, a night
afore the job begins--and I'm blessed
If there amt little gal along with
him."
"'Taint no haydn hand" said Miss
Comfort, rising and going down the
steps to meet slender child of 8 years
old, who was leading a pale bowed
down man, who walked with difficulty,
leaning on a crutch.
Heart alive, child, "said Miss Com
fort, whose kindly nature involuntari-
~ sympathized with all who were suf-
fering or in distress; ''what ails you,
and what do yen want here?"
fPlease, ma am" began the child,
eagerly, eff you could give us nights
lodging poor papa is so sick and tired,
and"
mo, I can't" abruptly broke in
Eliakim Fairhaven. ''This amt no
almshouse, nor yet charity place.
Ii ye can pay yer way well and good;
i ye can't, the sooner you go about
your business the better"
ave have no money" timidly be-
gan the child, while the man, as if
stunned and bewildered by the heart.
less fluency of the old farmers speech,
leaned up against the fence pressing
his hand on his forehead, "but-"
"Then clear out and be done with
it ~ said Eliakim, resuming his seat
with logged composure. Miss Com
fort looked appealingly at her broth
er.
IF l could just get 'em a. bowl of
milk, Eliakim, and"
"Stuff and nonsense" generously
calculated the farmer: "I amt a-goin'
to give in to that sort of thing. Once
begin, and you'll never leave off, you
soft-headed Wonanfolk!
Slowly and YEARLY the two poor
travellers turned and plodded their
way adown the broad dusty road, the
languid footsteps of the invalid scarce
keeping up with the tripping pace of
the child.
go papa, papa sobbed the little
girl, turning her blue, wistful eyes to the
white, worn face, chow cruel people
are!"
He placed his hand upon her curly,
uncovered head.
"Never mind, Essie," he said, with
a mournful, tender pathos In his voice.
at will soon end. It cannot be for
long, as far as [ am concerned, poor
child But for you" He stopped,
his voice husky with emotion.
They had walked what seemed to
little Esther Bell weary way, when
there was a rustic among the wlld-rose
bushes that overhung the stone wall
at their side, and voice called hur-
riedly to them to ''stop!"
1o1J
haven, reckless of her grammar
"EEakim that's my brother - he's
gone over to the class meetin' at Squire
Dundas', and cut down through lots
to overtake you. [ tell you [ can't
somehow get your fathers face out O.
my mind. You're sick, amt you
mister Z"
''I shall soon be quite WE'LL" he an
swered, calmly, and Comfort Fairhav-
ems more experienced eye detected the
hidden meaning which the little girl
never once suspected. Yes, he woald
soon be well, but it would be in that
country where the inhabitants never
say, 81 am sick"
"Where are you going?" asked kind
Miss Comfort, her voice growing husky
In spite of herself
eve are going to my grandpapa,"
said little Essie. "Grandpapa was
Vexed with nay mamma for marrying
papa and going to England, but papa.
thinks he'll take care of me now. But
l won't stay with him unless papa
stays too"
And she resolutely frightened her
grasp upon the tain, fever burning
hand.
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