Audubon County Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Audubon Co., Iowa) 1885-1894, 1888-05-31
Love at First Sight.

honors, and was fresh from Cont
mental tour; but we defy anyone to
pause for dictionary words when his
horse falls down dead lame, on
dreary mountain side. with heavy
snow storm making the twilight dark
er and more gloomy still.
Halo! what's up?" sang out jov-
ial voice to the tune of numbering
wheels, as heavy wagon came slowly
down the road.
"Nothings up; but my horse is
down."
Jonathan Henry dismounted to look.
"Well, up or down, one things plain
the beast won carry We much far.
Their tonight Where was ye bound
for, squirrel"
Major Tracy's."
That's eleven mile up the Portdown-
road. You won't get there tonight.
SIR
us there an inn hereabouts?"
Not a sign o one; but you're well
come to a bed and supper at our house
If You'll jump into the wagon"
Hartford Alden promptly accepted
the invitation. The wagon was not a
very STYLISH conveyance. but it was
considerably better than nothing at
all; and when he sat before the hugo
wood fire that filled the farmhouse
kitchen with light and warmth watch
ing Mary Henry at her household
duties, he said to himself, decidedly:
II haven't seen prett.er girl since
l lett Paris. "
Mary Henry was pretty, with the
bloom and freshness of elgntoen. and
tho Furnished gloss Of gold on her
smooth braids. And if she occas on
ally glanced shyly at the stranger,
there was nothing IN the blue radiance
OF those large melting blue eyes TO dis
pei the illusion about her prettlness.
Gradually the ShvncsS seemed to
wear away, and Mary began to chat
ter in soft, bird-like undertone to her
brother.
Did You ask the price of blue
merino, John?'
Yes.
'How much was it?"
Six shiIlinGs IL yard-dOuble width"
''Oh, then. | shall have plenty of
monel. Don't you think shall look
nee IN blue mcrIno dress?
''Gay!' asscnted Jonathan, admir-
ingly survey ing IS blooming little S
ter and to tell you the truth the old
crimson one was getting rather rusty.
Hello, who's that at the door"
IT'S me-RObcrt Hardy.
Come in, come im"' hospitality well
coined Mr.. Henry, setting forward
chair for hard-faced Old man who
came in leading child of six years
old.
"Whv dear me. that's little Charlie
Vail exclaimed Mary.
Yes, answered Robert. ''his
mother died this mornln' and I've just
took him over TO his fathers second
cousin. He won take him-says he's
got young uus enough of his own"
And what arc you going to do with
him?'
"Well, he 5 going to the work
house"
1.-The wOrkhouse. Charlie Vail
Mary stopped to smooth back the
faxen curls from the chiII's transpar-
ent temples.
"Why a month at the workhouse
would kill him Mr.. Hardyw
Don't see no help for it. Miss
Mary"
Mary Henry glanced appealingly at
her brother He looked disturbed.
I'VE are poor, Mary"
Yes; but Gods blessing comes with
the fatherless, Jonathan. Remember.
we are orphans ourselves. l. stem,
Jonathan. I'll give up the dress-the
old crimson dress will do very well for
while vet Alice Wallis boz must not
60 TO the workhouSe!
jonathan hgeted awkwardly III his
cha,r;
ell, 4 YOU re mud to throw
over the dress you've been savin' and
scfapih Tor al! The autumn, why FL
give up the cot and tween us both
Charlie shall have home. What do
you say, Charlie; would you like 10 live
with me and Mary
Bat Charlie was sobbing, quite
speechIess, on Mary Henrys tender
shoulder.
wv ell its quite heap off my
handS, sa Robert Hardy. bluntly,
rising TO depart Il didn't want to be
bothered with the CHI Id.
As Hartford Alden looked at the little
group by the tlreside, he thought that
Mary Henry was like an angel
UneonsclousIy his nights soiourn
iengthened into week. and Major
Tracy had begun to wonder what The
deuce had become of Alden" before
that erratic young gentleman rode up
to, his hospitabIe door in the frosty
twill chit of December ayeninv
"Hullo."
Jonathan Henry's fayorite inter;ec.
ton came out with more energy than
ever. as he opened s door on Christ
mas morning.
"Why, Mary, here's the slickest
thing you ever saw in the way of a
horse, and biz paper passed.. Where
be they from? There's some mistake;