Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1889-01-04

- eeptug mag endure FOR plght-
The fame died down. Then it sprang up
again, brighter. cheerier, and seemed to
fringe with gold the promise sweet that fol-
lowed in the book:
~BltjOy cometh in the nornngg
II.
TAP TwO-AT MIDNIGHT
Husband! husband! don't complaint It
is Wicked"
But what can we do?"
Trust in Heaven in adversely, as we did
when prosperity was OursI" cried Mrs. Greg
DRY. bravely.
You've got me. father. and can work,
and we cannot utterly fail" spoke Janet.
smiling through her tears, and caressing
detected, despairing John Gregory.
1t was a mOurnful family group. The
farmer had returned home with a white,
hardened face-OH fOOt-frOm town.
Gabriel Marble had given the screw of
torture another turn. He had seized upon the
team driven by Gregory on a writ for debt,
claiming that he intended to leave the
county and defraud his creditors.
This last misfortune and disgrace drove
John Gregory nearly frantic. He had torn
to ribbons the note the constable placed in
his hands. and well it was that Gabriel
Marble did not present it personally in
GregOry's present hUmorI
Make me your sOn-in-Iaw," the malevo-
lent schemer wrote insOlently, and the
/ farm shall be decided back to you and Janet
shall dress in silks and diamonds. I am
moving into my elegant new mansion to-
day and she shall be its mistress if she
speaks but the word"
The thieVing scOundrel!" murmured
Gregory, as he told his wife of the note.
He drove poor Cecil to become a wanderer;
he has made US beggars. o, when will
such as he be punished?"
In. Gods good time" interrupted Mrs.
! Gregory softly. Come, John, we viii not
let it crush US, We have health and hope
and-Janet! We can face life again and win
a new home"
Tap!
There's some one at the door" murmured
the farmer.
He cut short his wife's words by walking
to the door and opening it.
a furry of snow came in. The winding
furries beyond half-enyelOped a mufled
figure.
May come IMP"
"A strangerI mo, yesI ComeI We can
shelter you for a tin e"
He is no stranger!"
The words were a scream. In thrilled
amazement Mrs. Gregory gazed on Janet.
Cecil Cecil I know you! Oh. thank
God! thank GOd!
1T ain't!" gasped Gregory, aghast.
Yes, husband, it's hjHl!"
He it wasl Cecil-Cecn Tyler! He had
! cast aside his wraps as best he could with
those clinging, rapturOus arms of love about
him.
She was crying. sobbing at his knee as
the bluff farmer drew Cecil to the great
armchair. The three lowered about him
| and looked at his sad face and threadbare
attire, and read no story Of golden success
| there. But he was home again. OIL life
was not so bitter, after all
Farmer, nave failed. I nave come home
poorer than when went awayI"
Those were Cecil Tyler's first words.
Have you?" cried Gregory, actually smil-
ing. Boy, I'm so glad to see you alive
rich or pOOr-sO glad to see poor Janet's
eyes glow with hope again. that bags OF
gold would not better it. You're welcome
and if two stout hearts cant take care Of
two loving ones, Why-Why, LIES all a mis-
take; that's ALI"
How the fire glowed! How those honest
souls warmed to grateful JOY? Ali Christ
mas had brought its gifts. It was heaven to
hear laughter and mirth under that old roof
once more.
Midnight" spoke Gregory at last, arts
ing to his feet. "Myl the hours have passed
like magic. The winds this way. and we
can just hear Upton bells"
open the door. husband. love the
chimes"
Mrs. GregOry's hand rested lovingly on
the farmers shoulder, and gentle. far
away look was in his honest eyes as, the
door slightly ajar, they stood and listened.
while CeciIs brOnzed cheeks rested against
the soft, white brow Of his afflanced love.
over the snow, mellow and echOing, came
the last runaway chimes of the belfries Of
/ Upton. They died away. John Gregory,
| about to close the door, murmured:
| Peace on eartht Yes. it is herei"
Goodwill to menI" softly rejoined his
/ wife.
Except Gabriel Marble. yes. I cant love
| that enemy just yet, but won't think Of
him"
Yes. ye will"
~Hellol"
The door was pushed back. a grotesque
/ form stood there.
/ Let me int"
| Who are you? You have been drinking!'
/ @Mebbe. but Missus knows me; don't ye
/ Missus2"
He is a tramp; he came here for food to-
/ day" began Mrs. Gregory.
And ye give it to me. and I said I'd re-
member 1t. eh2" persisted the tramp. edg
/ ing his way past the threshold. Well, far