The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1888-01-06
the N0RTeasED FARM,

-n A&sJitlOIACu IAONoA III LAG WI AAS1 AA4AB SNHA"o
shriH announcement; "six o'clock, and
OIL mother, here is Jenny Lane, punct-
ual to the very moment. Now we shall
have some good news from Jack, Ihope."
She ran out to the gate, flushed and
eager TO receive the letter from the
country carrier, and returning seated
herself on a low stool at her mothers
feet and broke the envelope.
On the first glance at its contents O
shade of disappointment dimmed her
bright face. Instead of reading the
note aloud she glanced hurriedly over
Che brief lines, and then silently, witha
quivering lip, placed it in her mothers
hand and turned aside to q window.
This was what Mrs. Hilyard read:
'DEAa MADAME saw your son a few days
since, when, to my surprise, he expressed HIM
self reluctantly to apply his money to the re-
deeming Of the mortgage, saying that he re-
quired It for . speculation which promises to
De more profitable to him than the holding OF
The farm. IhaVe, therefore, been compelled
70 dispose of the mortgage to a gentleman Of
my acquaintance, who proposes to take lmme-
date possession, and l consider it my duty to
A4AJLAh 1Ou RAA0AOOAS ~ AAN NAAAN lbNA L@J WV
no time in making arrangements for a removal
Every Respectfully, ABNER HARRIS"
Mrs. Hilyard returned the letter to
it's envelope with a trembling hand and
q dazed, bewilderod look, as though IN
able to realize the blow which had SO
q. suddenly fallen upon her.
Her eyes met Marion's and tho girl.
threw herself upon her knees by her
mothers side, and burst into q passion
of tears.
ooh. mother, what shall we do?
What will become of us ?"
'"The Lord will provide" said Mrs.
Hilyard, raising her overlooking eyes to
the motto on the wall, embroidered by
Marion's own hand. where's your
faith, my chill |, that it should fail you
in the very hour of need?"
mother, il is not so much the loss of
our home nor the poverty and trial in
store which grieves me, but that Jack,
you own son, my own brother
should have SO changed. Oh, mother,
I know that our father iii heaven will
not desert US, but to whom on earth can
we turn when wen Jack can become
worldly and heartlessP :"
At this moment a little bIue-eyed girl
burst into theroom with
'cMamma-Marionl here is Miss
Melia Anderson at the gate with her
buggy. She says will you step out a
minute for she wants to tell you about
old Mr.. Willard being sunstruck; and
she daren't leave her horse without
some oneto hold him"
Marion was in no condition to listen
to Melia-the greatest gossip in the
neighborhood, so Mrs. Hillyard, drying
her ewes, was. IN ~eiVilitv. cnmpalisd To
see the informal visitor. Marion, her
head resting upon the window sill be-
hind the screen of clinging roses, could
have heard every word spoken but alb
sorbed in her grief, she paid 40 atten-
1Sf HasSa5 Haf15 "a Waiter Hinton
struck upon her ear.
TITS true for certain, fer Maria hadit
from his own sister, Aggie Hinton. Says
Marin in her wild way, IF he comes
back with all that monev-you know
his Uncle Samuel left him most of his
property last year-says Maria, IF he
comes back rich I mean to set NV cap
for him. On which Aggiereplies, ooh,
you needn't, for he's to be married be-
fore long to q real, nice pretty girl OF
course, Maria wanted to know al about
il; but Aggie only laughed in her mys-
ferrous way, until Maria says, II believe
you are ioKingT when Aggie replies, TT
Walter isn't married before winter I'll
make you q present Of my new earrings
which he has sent me- So you see it's
certain, sure; and no doubt he'll bring
his bride to visit his family, and then tell
Marion we may look out for q grand
party. When tho Hintons undertake
To do things, they always do il hand
fs0meIy."
Marion stayed to hear no more. Gid
ing out Of d side door she crossed the
garden, passing little Myra, who was
fondling q snow-whitS calf, her great
pot and treasure, and who called to her
toseehow fast SNOWFALL was growing.
Poor little sisterl 1T would be as
hard upon her as her mother and her
self TO leave the dear old home, with
all the d and objects endeared to
them by tho associations cf their lines.
For in that ample, pleasant, old.fash-
toned farmhouse Mrs. Hilyard had been
born and married, and here her chill
dren also had first seen the light.
Two years ago her husband-who
had been too little practical TO mako q
successful farmer-had died suddenly
leaving his affairs in d very embarrassed
state and the farm burdendd with a
heavy mortgage. Then Jack, good son
and brother that he was, had thonght
il best TO TO- to the city, taking advan-
Rage ofa situation offered him by q dis
tsnt relative, until the mortgage should
lbe paid.
0nly two weeks ago he had written
cheerfully TINT tho matter would be
specially settled to their Satisfaction,
and now, just aa theg were expecting to
hear that their home was their own
again, came this cruel letter.
As Marion he'd said to hor mother