Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1890-08-15
LAPORTE PA FRIDAY AUGUST 15 1890.

minded, the other young and emphat'
cally business like. Wharton gave them
cordial welcome, and after partaking of a
substantial luncheon the three started out
upon the farm.
Little Daisy, intensely happy in tho
knowledge that Wharton had not had
one dizzy turn since their arrival on the
farm, that he had the appetite of a plow-
boy and was cheerful and full of anima-
ton, was busy baking a batch of pies
when the three gentlemen returned to
the house. She could see them from the
kitchen window as they came over the
neglected path, and saw that Wharton's
eyes were full of exultation, his face
flushed, his carriage erect. He looked
like some one newly laden with good
tidings, and all three were talking
eagerly and earnestly.
Daisy wondered little and scorched
one of her pies. While she carefully
pared the burned edge of crust the kitchen
dorr opened, and Wharton, needless of
her big calico apron and bare arms,
ushered In the strangers.
"Mrs. Hill," he said, bowling with
great Difference, "accept my congratula-
tions upon your great good fortune"
SIN scorching my pic9" laughed Daisy.
"In owning fifteen acres of coal land. :"
81 don't understand" Daisy faltered.
"The farm, my dear, your legacy from
your old nurse, is one solid bed of coal,
and there is no mine with ten miles of it.
Nobody knows how much lies beyond
your fences in the vacant land about us,
but in my minds eye see this colony
of miners"
"Are you sure, Wharton2"
81 suspecte it the first day we came,
but having no experience wrote to one
of my clients in Pottsville to send me an
experienced hand to test my suspicious.
These gentlemen confirm my opinions.
"There is no doubt about the coal,
ma'am," said the old gentleman, "nor
any about its lying so near the surface
that it can soon be available"
"The question is" said the younger
stranger, "whether you will sell out or
open the mine yourself am authorized
to make you an offer if you wish to dis
pose of the property"
"Time enough for that" said Whar-
ton. 81 will return with you to Potts
Vile"
"Wharton-no business"
"Don't fear, Daisy; this kind of bust
ness won't injure me. You will let me
decide in the matter2"
"Certainly."
And the decision, after Wharton had
spent month in Pottsville, was to sell
..at TO company who was already .hny-.
ing up the vacant land surrounding The
farm. The young lawyer knew nothing
of mining and had no desire to learn, but
he was no fool, and he made satisfactory
terms for the sale of the stestate," and
Daisy returned home wealthy woman.
A European trip restored the health of
the young lawyer, and he resumed prac-
tice year afterward, with every hope of
one day realizing the vision of fame,
while little Daisy, still rather dazed at
her new fortune, entered upon domestic
duties in a grand house, with servants,
carriages, horses, plate and jewels.
SIT is like fairy tale, Wharton" she
said, ''to think of that miserable place
being so valuable. Poor Margaret little
realized the fortune she was bestowing
upon me when she left me all she owned
her farm.
The Trueman cousins, sharing in all
generous Daisy's gifts and entertain
ments, no longer jest derisively, but
speak in the most respectful terms of
that precious legacy, Daisy's FARM
Neo York Herald.