The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1890-02-02


Then came coaxing and tears, and the
easy old man, who had never crossed
his daughters wishes since her mother
died, yielded.
"Well, well, Susie, you must have
yourown way, suppose, he said; land
Tom Tyler's a smart fellow, and right
handy about the farm"
lie administered comfort to Samuel
Dale IN his own peculiar fashion:
whats the use of taking il 50 hard,
Sammy There's likely girls besides Sue
Barclay, who will have you for the askin'.
wish you'd make mp your mind to settle
down snug and comfortable, and let
things go along in the old track"
Samuel Dale shook his head. 81 had
best be gone" ne said-''best for her
and best for me- I'd be right glad
to go tomorrow, but you have always
done the fair thing by me, and can't
leave you right in the busy season. III
stay till after harvestin', and then I'll
be off. You don't know me, Father
Barclay. At thought of the trick that
man has played, my blood runs fire
and my hands itch to get hold of him.
l might be left to do him mischief
some day"
"Sho! sho! Sammy! you don't mean
it."
81 can't work days, nor sleep nights,
for the trouble that's on my mind. It
amt altogether for my own loss. If
twas good man she'd Tilted me for,
I'd muster pluck to bear it. Father
Barclay, I must speak out, though you'll
say it's bad blood makes me talk i'll of
the man that's gained where I've lost.
| have mistrusted him from the first.
He's as bold as brass, and his tongue
runs like mill wheel, bat it's little he
finds to say of his own affairs. And
when you come down to it, who is he?
and where did he come from? and what
has he been about all his life?"
''Susie knows" said the old man,
eagerly. HE told her all about it,
how he was born and brought up in
Connecticut, and his father died when
he was Little shaver, and he'd KEEP his
mother an all the children by his earn
ms, till the old lady died and the chill
dren got homes with their relations;
and then he came west to seek his for
tune; and Sasie says such d good son
will be sure to make good husband"
''Humph!n said Samuel Dale.
III
s'Susie," called the farmer the next
Sunday afternoon, ''have you been med
din with this book"
He stood turning the leaves of the
family Bible, that always stood On
round stand in the corner of the kitchen.
mo. father
''Well, somebody has. Here's milk
bill in the wrong place; and there's
letter I wrote last Sunday to Squire
Cooper, and hadn't decided to send, and
so slipped it in here somewhere, and it's
gone"
Susie assisted her father to search for
the missing letter, bat it could not be
found Thomas Tyler was busy again
that night with his writing after every
one else in the house was in bed, and the
next day he took the farmers old white
horse and drove over to Testers Corners.
Susie followed him to the porch, and as
he drew her under the shadow of the
grapevine to snatch q parting kiss she
saw the corner of letter peeping from
his pocket and took it slyly out. Before
she read the address he discovered his
loss and caught her hand so roughly
that she cried out with pain.
'.Give me that letter" he said, sternIy;
and there was look in his black eyes
she had never seen there before; but