The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1890-11-29
HOW SIZE FOUND JACK.
\ Th.uksSiNins; StnrS": the East and the
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Yes, be gojn' west ter Jack, she
repeated softly to herself, as if she
feared being overheard.
Her resolve s.nt a glow to the
faded checks of the aged woman,
ani her hands trembled so much
that she found difficulty in complet
ing the household tasks, which the
family had lef, for her to do
If Peter s'pects OF a suddint5 a |
BE amin to run away irum him an
go out west ter Jack he'd come pos
tin right home from them doln'S at
Lisuaier an stop me. Then | reckon
I'd be shut up in the insane house,
like his wife onct threated so fierce
like. Well, be goin' ter try mighty
strong ter git away, and with
s2rightly movements that seemed to
belle her years the woman began to
dress as il fol a long journey.
Satisfying herself t.lat she had
everything ready which she wished
to take with her, she dropped on
her aged knees by the bedside, and
sent up her last prayer in the home
that had been hers for so many,
many years, and asked Go to be
with her on her journey, and forgive
them who had so cruelty treated
her.
Strengthened boy her prayer, and
taking up m ancient looking carpet
bag, she left the comfortable house
on the mountain side, and wa kcd
rapidly away through the trees.
Reaching ii little hliIock the aged
woman stopped and looked behind
her. Snc su denly realized how
hard it is for one of her years to
break away forever from scenes and
associations that had become a part
of her lie.
Her eyes grew moist as she gazed
at the meadows and woods tinted
with gold and brown in the late
autumn. Her gaze dwelt, too, on
the pretty, plump COWS, which many
a time her hands had fed and MIXED.
Then her eyes wandered back to
the comfortable Pennsylvania farm
house, with its fruitful orchards and
well filed barns, and over the fields
stretching away far down in the
lovely valley, and on to the plctur'
esoue mountains with their ever.
green vegetation.
Good-by, ole home j.! she said,
with a touching quaver in the voice
which all her lovele5s years had not
robbed of its motherly sweetness;
| be runnln' away from ye. Pears
ike ther Lord has gin me ter see
clear as ii be ther only way I'm tel
snatch bit o rail happiness in this
life Oh, fells an home an noun
taip,! | be looking my last on her.
I'm of ter find Jack.
Across the fields the little ole
woman, sad faced and heart hungry
trudeed on carefully through the
wild blackberry vines, then into ;
narrow path and out at small gaI
:, the fence to the broad, beatel
,,th that wound in and out among
the beautiful wild laurel at the foo
ot the mountains. Then picking he
wav across a limpid trout stream sh
reacbed crossing where the trail
often stopped to pick up countr,,
passengers.
7 reckon Peter an his Wlie'd SUR
swear as I be crazy if they'd kitcf
me, she said, glancing apprehen
s;veIv about her, as if she expected
= to see a pursuer.
But not a person was in sight
!. EVERYBODY except perhaps the indlf
J. ferent mountaineers had doubtless
followed the example OF Pete
Tompkins and his family and son
to Ligonier to the doings'
She had not waited more than
,, half hour when a heavy rumbIinE
: sonnd fell on her ears. The trall
u :rI How her Door ole