Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1889-11-14

money away. He'll never miss it. Come
easy 20 easy. If he had TO earn his
money the way other people earn theirs,
he'd not throw il around so freely"
~Aint you gwine to de weddin'f" said
81, as he urged his horse on. He was
frightened the next moment; the sudden
sharp look Giles Brockle cast upon him
told him he was indiscreet, but 81 was too
honest and straightforward TO remain In
a false position long. He mustered up
courage to say:
Il reckon you'll excuse me. 1 hadn't
no 'tention to be pertinent, Mr.. Brockle."
"Pooh!" exclaimed Brockle. There
was no impertinence. No, I'm not in
vited, 81; and if 1 we're, I'd not go. But
there is stronger reason-my uncle is
dying.
'"What! yo' uncle!-Mr. Petersl Dat
looked SO hearty = strong, apparently,
as a hickory tree? Fo' de Lawd! Wat
ails yo' uncle, Mr.. Brockle?"
Something like rush OF blood to the
head; am not sure. / don't think the
doctors know, although there are enough
Of them there to kill stronger man than
my Uncle Peters"
An unconscionable lie. Brockie knew
very we'll the misfortune that befell his
uncle. He realized the truth the moment
he heard of his uncle's sudden Illness.
When he visited his uncle, it was to sat
isfy himself of the correctness of his
conclusion. All he saw, and all that he
heard, corroborated this opinion. His
Uncle Peters was as good as dead.
81 pondered afew minutes, then, look
ing up at Mr.. Brockle, said. Your uncle
is powerful rich man-powerful rich
man.
"Yes," said Brockle, my uncle must be
worth q good deal-I don't know how
much"
This was feeler.
"Yo' doan2 I've heard de Squire say
| old Tom Peters was wuf NOR half million
solid-solid, suah. o, yes! n Use heard
udders say de same. only dey 'spected
Tom Peters didn't know how much he
was wuf. o, yesl an he gwine die, an
leave all dat money, jes' same as po' man
like 81 Harkess. A heap O. talk IL be
made bout dis, reckon-no end O. talk
bout yo Uncle Peters, case it's 50 sud
den like. IS yo' been dar?-jes' movies
come from yo' uncle's?"
Sis curiosity got the better OF him.
The news was stunning.
I've just left him. l am going to send
out another doctor, although doubt if
any doctor can help him now. must
ride on-my horse is rested now"
As he spoke he gave his horse the rein,
struck him with the switch, and soon 81
Harkess was left plodding beside his
wood cart alone. ...
dat hoss want bit blown-not a
mite. Dat Giles Brockle's eyes no good
-doan' like a bone in he body. l specks
he doan like ST Harkess. How he fly up
bout de 'Squires folks! Whose business
is it f de Squire gives whole pile o
money to de bride? Tom Peters dyin'
Dar's riches fo yo' De riches man dis
side Johnstown dyin'. Is ell de doctors
no count? Wonder whar oil de money'll
90 now2 F Giles Brockle gets his hans
on it--um! won't he scrunch it-he'll
scrunch every dollar! He won't scatter
it free! Mo- like he'll put it in big
box-a box SO heavy dat de debbil can't
carry it off, wild big iron bands, n big
ring fastened in de fo'-dat's how Giles
Brockle II keep his money. He lool
jes like fox, dat Giles. Nebber Liked
him-spec he jes feel de same to S
Harkess. Who keers! Ole man Peter
dyin! Life's mighty onsartin."
81 was plunged in deep thought for
time. Then he reused himself sud
denly.
"Why wouldn't he go to de weddin' i
he war invited-an' why amt he invited
Nebber'll ak mo- foolish questions, 81
de tongue am unruly, ST Harkess. Gwin
fer anudder doctor, an he jes' done toll
me dar's 'nuff doctors dar to kill he I'm
Gle Peters. Guess Giles Brockle won
cry none!"
With that ST Harkess turned his horse
head up the lane to the Squire's house
and looking up at the heavens wondered
when it would stop raining.
Guess I'll unhitch, an do some chore
'roun' de house-might as we'll let d
hoss rest. Dar's de folks goin' in to d
weddin'-guess Sid better be handy il
Johnstown to help fotch dem home"
Meanwhile Giles Brockle rode on wit
contracted brow, looking neither to tn
right nor left. His horse plunged knee
deep in the soft mud at times, but Gile
adapted himself to the horses move
ments involuntarily. He was accustome
to the saddle from boyhood. Once h
, put his hand to his vest pocket, pulle
out heavy silver watch, and glanced a
it. Then he urged his horse faster, an
ten minuts later reined up in front of
handsome residence in Johnstown.
Dismounting very leisurely, he advance
, to the door and rang the bell. When
! servant appeared, he said, shortly: Sa
to Miss Parker, Mr.. Brockle desires
speak to her in the drawing-room. Th
! servant stared at him; she was on tn
point of replying when he added: 1T is
8 matter Of the utmost mportance-say
+ wish to speak to her alone"
9 The servant obeyed. Giles Brock
meantime inclined his ear. There wei
sounds Of merriment in the upper room
and in the rear part of the house. Viii
], he stood thus, young lady simple cls
fitted down stairway. The moment sf
beheld Giles Brockle, a faint flush owe
spread her cheeks, then she became pal
= She entered the drawing-room befol
! him, and stood waiting, looking mear
- while toward the door.
~ "You need not fear. l shall not stt
, long. have come again to ask you
: consider.
Miss Parker made movement. 81
was passing him in silence when he p
:" out q hand and caught her by the arr
! please answer-if you do not you N,
rue it. Once for all-is there nothir
a that will change your mind? have cor
s again-I swore l never would-but "
n see me back again because-because n
il uncle is dying. He may not live wee
"a he may be dead now. 1t is impossib
4 for him to survive long. Think!
q man ever loved woman more than +
II She checked him then by lifting hal
ID warningly.
" aMr. Brockle do not speak of love al
y tbe change your uncle's death will ma