The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1890-04-19
DAISY'S FARM.
The Sterile Land That Proved a
a Valuable Legacy.


was receiving the merry congratula
tions of the family, consisting of hoi
uncle, her aunt, and nearly round
dozen of cousins.
Wharton Hill, young lawyer, slowly
winning name and fame in his profes
sion, was being vigorously hand-shaken
and noisily welcomed by the Truemans
when Ned cried:
"Perhaps you didn't know Daisy was
an heiress, Wharton"
"Ned--don't'' said Daisy, reproach.
fully.
"a landed proprietress, cried Tom.
81 do not refer to the paltry six hundred
year she draws from her fathers
estate, but to her own property"
"Her farm, in fact!" said Sue.
Eyes, her farm" echoed Ned, coming
to the front once more. "When you
are tired of law you can start gentleman
farming upon your country-seat.
After they were all gone, having jest
ed a long time on this subject, Wharton
was surprised to see tears in Daisys
soft, brown eyes.
''What is it, darling?" he asked.
"They don't mean to hurt my feel
ings," Daisy said, gently, "but they will
jest about my farm, and-and-I don't
like it."
"But do you really own a farm?"
"It is not valuable possession, as you
will see when tell you about it. When
l was baby, soon after mamma died, l
was very i'll, and the doctors advised my
father to send me to the country for
change of air. There was an old servant
of fathers family, who had married a
farmer and was left a widow with q
small farm. Such farm, Wharton! The
house has only three rooms, and looks
as If high wind would utterly demolish
1t; the land is so poor that it was slow
starvation to cultivate 1t. But it was all
the home Margaret had. You may Judge
that she was very glad to receive the
liberal price father paid for me, and my
own mother could not have given me
more loving care. Every year father
came to take me away, and every year
was persuaded to leave me, until ] was
eight years old, and a marvel of rugged
health and perfect ignorance. Then 1
was put in boarding-school, but still
spent my summer vacations with old
Margaret, and my trunk was always half
filled with comforts for her. Having no
one in the world who claimed kindred
with her, no one else but me to love,
Margaret loved me with her whole
heart. Six years ago, after father died,
and i came here to live with Uncle Tom,
Margaret died and left me her farm. 1t
has been joke in the family ever since.
The place is so utterly valueless that we
can neither sell it nor rent it, and it
represents only the love of an old woman
for her nursling."
''Some time we will visit it. You have
not told me its locality
'It is in Pennsylvania, nine miles
from anywhere, father used to say be-
cause it is nine miles off the RAILROAD.
But you can always hire wagon or car
riage at G. to go over to Corn's Mill;
and my farm is very near Corn's Mill" F"
After this explanation, Wharton bore
the jesting about Daisy's real estate
with perfect good nature, and declared
his intention of erecting palatial
country seat upon the place, when he
became a millionaire and Judge of the
Supreme Court.
Being people of modest desires, and
having an income of about six hundred
dollars apiece, Wharton and Daisy saw
no reason to delay their wedding, and
We're married with a large assemblage
of true friends around them. They
went to housekeeping in little house,
modestly furnished, and were fair speci-
mems of "love in cottage"
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Having studied his profession under
great difficulties, often going hungry to
buy needful books, often losing his
nights rest to pore over knotty points,
he was both fond and proud of his life
work, and strove to win good position
therein. His love for Daisy, true, honest
love, was never allowed to interfere
with his pursuit of fame in his pro-
fession, and after he was married he at
tackled his studies with fresh ardor,
spending his time in his Office, when not
actually engaged in the courtroom.
Little Daisy, whose life was affection,
found time often hanging heavily upon
her hands, as Wharton became more
and more popular and the number of
his clients increased. But she was al
ways ready with loving welcome when
he did come to his home, and she knew
that much of his ambition and ardor
was for her sake.
The third year of her married life was
nearly over, and her only child Tom
Trueman Hill, was eighteen. months
old, when Wharton, ever busy and full
Of energy, began to complain of rack
ing pain in his head and loss of mem
ory. Often in the midst of an argument
the thread of his speech slipped from
his mind, and cost great mental strug-
gle to be resumed.
He fought the symptoms bravely, but
Daisy was full o., terror at the change
in him. He grew haggard and restless,
oppressed with vague fears of loss of
reason, and really suffering great physi-
cal pain.
At last, much against his will, he al
lowed Daisy to call in the family physi-
clan, whose advice was simple, but
strongly urged, consisting of two words
only. Perfect rest"
1.-THE brain is overworked," he ex-
planned, ''and no medicine will avail
while he persists in study and practice.
Get him away, If you can. H'm-this is
May, good time for q country trip.
Take him to the country, Mrs. HILL"
Wharton rebelled. 1t was ruin TO
leave his office, whore cases of import
ance were in his hands Hemust work,
or they might all starve. He would do
cline some of the practice offered him;