The Logan County banner. [volume] (Logan, W. Va.) 1889-1903, 1889-04-25

seif better. Indeed, this was point
he had quite overlooked when he
agreed to the transfer. though nov he
saw that he could not well have both.
But, ct any rate. he must see his
children and his wife. A bright
thought came TO- him Hesc could order
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accordingly summoned servant and
ordered thescarriage to be got ready
Immediately His command was law,
and the carriage was speedily driven
round TO the frontsgate. It was with
some difficulty that he got in, for his
| govt was so severe that any unguard-
ed movement gave him exquisite pain
NOW, where shall / driver asked
the coachman.
the village.
by which road?i'
THE one that passes thesyblaeIf-
smiths shop. s,-z..ss- -
| Tim Hooper'spn
| Yes, you rascal, and mind you
speak more respectfully Of him Call
him Mr.. Hooper, unless you want to
quit my employ" $3.50.
What's got into the squirrel"
thought the wondering driver. Seems
to me he must think mighty sight Of
that blacksmith. Why, every body
calls him Tim, the Blacksmith, but /
must call him Mr.. Hooper, it seems. =
The carriage rolled ON easily and
luxuriously. Tim really ENJOYED it,
and again his spirits rose.
| sWell, 1t does seem good" thought
he, ito be rich and ride in my car
riage. | didn't think | should ever
come to it. / wonder what my wife
will say?"
Then the thought came over him
that he had voluntarily given up his
wife, and his ffeat-
ures. He soon drove it away, how
lever, and now that the carriage was
fairly in theevillage street, he could
not help being gratiiied by the deferen-
tial bows which he received from all
he encountered,
!. By this time he had reached his
own smithy. It.really did give him a
peculiar feeling when he recognized
the precise image Of what, he had been
that morning, hammering sturdily
away in the forge, and singing, mean
while, snatch of song.
so that's Squire Norcross, thought
he. II wonder how he likes being
Tim, the Blacksmith May be he does
not know that any change has taken
place."
He ordered the carriage to stop, on
some trifing pretense, and watched the
smith at work. He could not but envy
the strength which lifted the ponder
tous hammer, compared with his own
powerless arm. just then his youngest
child. Ruth, came bound ing into the
smithy. and addressed the man at work
as Father" A sense OF pain filled
his heart, for Ruth was his favorite,
child, and the thought that she had
transferred her childish love to an
other, was not pleasant. He could not
help calling from the carriage: Come
here, my-ehi Id Id. = $500 3
go to the gentleman, said his
double, from the shop.
Ruth advanced, hesitating, with her
finger sbashfully placed in her mouth.
Don't you know meP" he asked.
Yes ,' = said Ruth,, tifnidfy. -
IN he=am ] !p,,a1.+.a-
on re Squire Norcross. -.
Won't you kiss me- 2, -..=-.===4s---==.---
The child drew back, and seemed
about to run away. Evidently she did
not wish to do so, and the real fathers
heart was filled with sorrow which he
did not seek to analyze. He only knew
that it was painful.
Drive on said he, hastily. !.
& That same night couple of thieves
broke into the squires house, and, in
spite Of Tins struggles, which awaited
little, for he had inherited the squire's
feebleness, carried off q box Qf money
which was kept unders his bed. Be-
sides this, they beat the defender Of
the treasure in such a manner that
he was compelled to keep his bed for
the next two days. Left to the care
of servants. he missed his Mife,s gem
tie administration not little.
In brief, before the week was out,
he was heartily sick ofzhis bargain,
and, as directed, was not slow in
pronouncing the words which were
to dissolve the spell.
Presto! Changed
Tim found himself lying ON bank
by the roadside, where q he had
stretched himself for few minutes,
and a little reflection convinced him
that this was all a dream. But it
proved a useful dream, and convinced
Tim once for all, that it takes some,
thing besides wealth, to bring con-
tentment, and that Providence is not
altogether SO partial as we imagine.
-Horatio Alger. Jr., in Yankee Blade.