Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1889-12-26
.ABridefor an Hour.
A Thrilling Story Of The Johns
town Disaster.
BY DAVID LOWRY.
CHAPTER XVII.

CHAPTER XVII.
TOM JERRoLD's JoY-AN OLD LOVE STORY.
Tom Jerrold was pouring himself cup
Of coffee of his own making. He was
standing under hastily improvised
shanty on the mountain side, well out of
the way.
He refused to go out to Squire Jepson's g
house-there were women and children
enough to fill it. He had for his COM
panion a poor, measly- looking dog that
looked like as if it had lost all its friends.
The dog had learned to look upon Tom as
q friend already.
Tom had poured out his cup quite full,
and was standing looking at o picture of
child that he had torn out of an illus
trated paper, when step near him caused
him to turn around.
Great Scotland! It's Mr.. Somers
and Mrs. Somers come back from the
dead!"
The picture fell on the ground as Tom
grasped a hand of each, while tears
sprang to his eyes.
I'm not ashamed of them. He found
ye-I told him to keep up-I told him.
Mrs. Somers."
I'VE are here all highland you--what
are you doing? Cooking for yourself?
Il did that many day, Mr.. Somers."
Then he looked from one to the other
keenly. He stopped, bringing his face on
level with Mrs. Somers.
You've message; you've brought me
news, Mrs. Somers. l see it in your face
Out with it; can stand anything-any.
thing but suspense. You have word,
know"
Yes; your daughter is alive"
Tom Jerrold took off his hat and looked
up to heaven. His lips moved, but NJ
sound issued from them.
@She is alive and we'll. She would b.
here now, but she thought it best to g
to her friends OF Blairsville."
God be praised! You saw her-yol
talked to her.
Mrs. Somers related how they met ant
travelled to Pittsburgh. Tom Jerrold lis
tened in silence, muttering word. WheI
she paused he said simply:
@That's enough now. That's worth
cup of coffee. I can recommend it;
made it. Barring the want of milk it'
good.
Mrs. Somers praised the coffee.
"This is wonderful world Full o
marvels, My own daughter alive. Tv'
something to live for yet"
Mr.. Sorners motioned to his wife. Hi
wife frowned and nodded to him. Thil
was repeated until Tom Jerrold, looking
up suddenly, intercepted the movements
There's more to tell" He lowered hi
voice. Il can guess, you found the chill
and gave it decent burial. Heaven re
ward you. I'll never forget you both.
He bowed his head then
aNo," said Mrs. Somers, with quive rim.
lips, "the babe is alive, too"
Whats that? My grandchild alive
It's living? Is there no mistake? Di'
its mother see itp Tell me all, all.
AS they told him the story he stood lik
man without life, like man carved il
stone, until Mrs Somers described tn
departure from Verona, when Tom Jer
ro1d suddenly sat down and cried be
tween his sobs:
"Alivei Alivei The apple Of my ey
alive. It's miracle. A miracle.
! When he became calm he said now h
remembered he had some good news TO
Mrs. Somers. One of her wedding pres
ents was recovered. She would neve
guess what it was. Had Mr.. Broadhurs
told herr
Nothing, Mr.. JerrOld. What is it?"
@Your travelling trunk. And where d
you think I found itP Half mile u
Stony Creek, wedged in tree top-bu
the tree came from the Lord knows where
1 brought it to Mr.. Broadhurst-an W
opened it. II was in bad shape outside
inside it was all right--as dry as a bone
There was paper in ia paper MI
Broadhurst thinks you never saw
nfina1 a nonar in IL !" cni
Mrs. Somers.
at was in curious flap under flap.
What was the paper, Mr.. Jerroldp"
I'll was COPY Of Mr.. Peters will, wit
nv name and John Watrous' where th
witnesses ought to be, and note stain
where the will would be found--in MI
Alexander Rutledges possession"
Mrs. Somers looked at her husband IL
quiringly.
Who did Mr.. Peters give his propert
tor" Mr.. Somers asked.
@To your wife?"
aTo mel don't understand it at al
AlgernOn. Why, Mr.. Jerrold, did M
Peters give his property to me?"
That's story / may as we'll tell 20
as Mr.. Broadhurst. Mr.. Peters like
your neither, Your mother liked hin
was one OF the lew VINO SuSpecUe
the truth. There was marplot SONS
where; anyhow, Mr.. Peters ceased payin
attention to your mother, and went aw
to sea. He went to the East Indies, an
there made the money that was the form,
ton of his propery here.
Il understand he was home year bt
fore he found out the truth. Then it we
too late. He had not acted wisely. \
man who was dying Of consumption
mean sneak, / Judge, as lives and fine
favor--at last LET out enough to make M
Peters uneasy. He made inquiries, foun
* that he had wronged your mother /
listening to stories in which she was rel
resented to say the reverse Of what 81
thought. Hex people gaye her no poat
until she married the man they preferre'