The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1890-04-19

| In the WORLDS machinery; but 1T was
down, and Daisy kept IL there. Tom
was a lawyer, and Tom could take
Wharton's cases for the summer months.
There was her farm-a poor place to be
sure, but at least a house, and with some
furniture in it, and surrounded by beau
tiful scenery, possessing the purest of air
and water. With six hundred a year
they would not starve, and there was a
nest-egg in hank in case of emergency
Wharton pshawed! Wharton fumed
All in vair. Rosolute little Daisy
packed trunks, arranged her household,
engaged her one half-grown girl to ac-
company the party as child's nurse, and
enlisted the entire Trueman family on
her side.
And Wharton, finding those queer
feelings in his head increasing, the
] dizzy spells becoming more frequent
finally submitted to fate, in the person
of Daisy, explained the various points
at issue to Tom Trueman, and, accom-
panied by wife, child and nurse, took
up his journey to Corn's Mill. 1t was
early morning when rickety old wagon
containing tho party and baggage en-
| tered an inclosure that had once been
fence, and the family took possession
of Daisys Farm.
The prospect was not encouraging.
The house had not improved in years of
emptiness and neglect, and even Daisy's
heart sank at the broken roof, the
tumble-down doors, the shaky windows.
But, as she said, covering her dismay
with brave smile, "there they were,
and they must make the best of It'll"
Jennie, the nurse, proved treasure,
and the women were soon busy putting
to rights" while Wharton took Tom on
an exploring expedition over the estate.
There was queer glance in his eyes
as he came back in time for dinner, but
he only said:
81 can't quito trust my own head yet
Daisy, butts there post-office at
Corn's Mill?"
eyes, the mail goes out twice week. y
"Give me a sheet of paper and an en-.
velope, that's dear"
"Now, Wharton, that is not resting
"I'll only write dozen lines, dear"
The dozen lines being written and
posted, Wharton seemed to find an un.
failing source Of amusement rowing
about the farm, poking holes in the
ground with short cane, often kneeling
down to examine the earth, so turned
over. Daisy limited at planting some
vegetables, though she said, despond-
emily:
81 don't suppose they will grow if we
do"
"Never mind beans and peas now,
love. Wait till we have an answer to
my letter."
A week later, when June was young,
the answer came in the person of two
men, one white-haired and absent
minded, the other young and emphati-
cally business-like. Wharton gave
them cordial welcome, and after par
taking of substantial luncheon, the
three started out upon the farm.
Little Daisy, intensely happy in the
knowledge that Wharton had not had
one dizzy turn since their arrival on the
farm, that he had the appetite of
plow-boy, and was cheerful and full of
animation, was busy baking a batch of
pies, when the three gentlemen re-
turned 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 exul-
tation, 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 burnt edge of crust the kitchen
door 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"
"In scorching my pies?" 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 within nine miles
of it. Nobody knows how much lies be-
yond your fences in the vacant land
about us, but in my minds eyes see
this colony of minors"
"Are you sure, Wharton"
81 suspected it the first day we came,
but having no experience, 1 wrote to
One Vi my CllcnJS III IoUJoNille w Scnu
me an experienced hand to test my sus-
picions. These gentlemen confirm my
opinion"
"There is no doubt about the coal,
ma am" said the old gentleman, NOR
about it's 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 yourselves. l am author
lied to make you an offer if you wish to
dispose 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 busi.
ness will not injure me. You will let
me decide in the matter?"
Certainly"
And the decision, after Wharton had
spent month in Pottsville, was to sell
out to company who were already buy
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 salts.
factory terms for the sale of the ''es-
tate" and Daisy returned home a
wealthy woman.
A European trip restored the health
of the young lawyer, and he resumed
practice year afterwards, with every
hope of one day realizing his vision OF