The Penn's Grove record., 1889-09-14

While their tender hearts are pure;
Teach them now to love the Bible
They will bless you evermore.
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HOW HE MADE HER LOVE HIN.
There had been mist all day. 1t had
completely e%nwrapped the farmhouse
and the pig-yard, and 1t brooded over
the outlaying waste that girled Low
Edge. AT 8 O'Clock Lucy Somery,
peering through a corner free from the
ice glazing which obscured the other
panes Of glass, saw the 6ne work that
had been gong on under the white
VEIL The yelled sun was having a
struggle with the remaining mist; now
and then q CLEAN got FREQ and indi-
Gated that before long tho sur might
hold his own against the misty veil.
The red bull looked as II he felt the
cold; Lucy %shivered, and turning from
the window stirred the fire on tho open
hearth; then she went to a box below
the sidehoard, and taking up a log, cast
it on the Ere.
Eth, whatf What is 1t, my lass?'
A prodigious yarn, and then Farmer
Somery sat upright and looked about
him.
He was a tall man, but his neck was
short, and therefore his aesh-colored
face, with it's framing Of black hair,
only here and there touched with gray,
seemed, as he sat, to sink forward on
his chest. He had broad shoulders and
strong hands, and yet his face gave an
impression of weakness.
What is it?' he asked again.
Lucy smiled.
4 only put a log on the fire and It
walked YOU. As you are awake, father,
perhaps you'l tell me what 1t is you
want me to know
She seated herself on the wooden
settee beside the hearth. Lucy was
very tall; she moved perhaps a trifie
stifly, but sitting as she did now, still.
and in u listening attitude, she looked
a grand woman. A young Juno, with
broad white forehead and blue, kindling
eyes.
We'll, lass, 1t is soon sald-can you
manage without Peggyp I'm not sure
that he hesitated and one more fin
gered his w~aistcoat button-'that we
have any call to a help at Low Edge
Lucy was still looking into the fire,
and to all appearance she saw some
thing pleasant in it. Gladness shone
in her eyes, and the smile that curved
her lips made them lovely, but she did
not let her father share this joyful
feeling; she bent still closer over the
hand she was toasting.
'Wellp' he said impatiently, you're
not taking it to heart, child, are you?
1t mayn't he for long, and I'll take all
off you l cam
Lucy got up abruptly, but she did
not turn round.
Pm very glad, father she said, as
IL she was in a hurry to get her words
out. 'Peggy's been more than tiresome
lately, and Walter will do all that's
hard for me without grudging.'
Farmer Somery uncrossed his legs,
sat upright, and looked more decided
than he could have expected to look.
No, lass, not that; I'll do it myself.
l don't care to put more on Walter.
The lad has plenty to do IL he does it
thoroughly. Maybe he's too fond of
indoor jobs. for he's not learned much
in SIX months Of what he's kept to do.
He suddenly changed his tone to one OF
apology. though Lucy had stood still
without so much as turning her head.
There, 1 don't want to blame him, but
ii you need help, mind, I'm ready to
give it, Lucy
THANK you, father
She moved forward to the end of the
room that looked on the farmyard,
behind Mr.. Somery's chair. She paused
and gazed out Of the window again in
a listless, undecided way; her arms
hung Imply beside her, and her head
was bent forward.
All at once she raised it, listening to
a sound outside. A horse was coming
up the road; 1t stopped, and Lucy in
stantly opened the coax door of the
room and slipped out so quietly that
her father did not notice her departure.
A man came in, bringing q blast of
cold air from the entrance passage,
his hearty manner and kindly express
sion seeming to protest against the
chilly air.
"a happy New Year to you, neigh.
bor.'
He shook hands with Somery. who
advanced a step to meet him.
Better late than never, but Pm only
now home again. I've done as / said.
I've been to London since 1 saw you.
Eth, have you SOP Somery smiled
uneasily. There was = timid expecting
look in his eyes.
sYes;' the visitor spoke c~heerfully, as
he seated himself and pulled a huge
over-hlled pocket-Oook from tile front
of his great coat. Il have had the
papers made out and I've got the neei-
full. Your signature is all that Is
needed, old friend.'
Somery's lips Quivered. He put out
his hand and warmly shook the other
mans.
you are something like a friend,
John Rogers he said. you don't
know how near I was to-
He checked himself and looked tim
idly over his shoulder.
= Lucy, child, here's Mr.. Rogers.
Why, where's the lass gomez She was
here a minute ago.
: Rogers turned to the farther window.
Lucy was crossing the yard. The
g~rave-faced. sturdy-looking man sighed
as he watched her; then he went back
to his seat opposite the farmer.
Miss Somery has just crossed the
yard In her hat and cloak
Somery looked at him. There was a
sharp contrast between the two faces.
Lucy's father had married young, but
lie was older than John Rogers, and he
was handsomer. The younger man had
good features, but his eyes, though
large and thoughtful. were of too light
a gray to suit well with his dark skin
and brown hair. Still he was more re-
markable looking than Somery, from
the strength and decision Of hts express
sion, When the signature bad been