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

ssTake yon." said Samuel Dale, and
testified his readiness by actions instead
of words.
'sShoi sho! Sammy said the farmer,
''that'n do. There, dent smother the
girl. Now, Parson Bates. wen be obleeg-
ed to you to tie that knot"
VI.
For many weeks Nancy Tyler lay i'll at
Farmer Barclays house, and in her fever
and delirium the wild fancies Of the sick
woman's brailewere all more or less con-
nected with her III fsted journey and the
relic she had brought.
In answer to her pathetic appeals the
stone was placed in her chamber, and in
imagination she traversed again and
again III its company the weary distance
between Simsbury and the farm house
where she was lying. Now she was in
the stonecutter's shop, consulting about
the form and fashion Of tho monument
and bargaining for its lowest price in
dollars and cents. She found comfcn
for hours in repeating the inscriptiq
and the Ill matched rhyme OF the
taph gained marvellous pathos WI
uttered in those plaintive tones.
sometimes she cried out that the std
had fallen on her breast, and with
weight her heart was quite broken. s.
crept back to life at last, but her ply
ical yigor never returned, and her MIND
at its best estate none of the stronges
was weakened and diseased.
They were very good to her at Farm
Barclays. Samuel Dale remember
that he had gained his present happind
by the blow that made this poor won:l
doubly widow, and the young wife "
grateful to her who by her timely conl
ing rescued her from fate she could no
contemp plate without shudder. Farmer
Barclay expressed his good feeling by
his favorite ejaculation, and more than
once turned from her bedside with tear
in his honest eye.
"You take care of that poor creetur'.
children. as long as she lives he said.
Don't you never send her back to Sims
bury. Give her enough to do round the
house.. Susie. to keep her mind easy. and
warm place in your chimney corner.
She'll have a gloomy time of it, poor
soul. stumbling round among tomb
stones till she's at rest under one herr
self"
So the farmhouse became Nancy Ty-
Iers home, and she lived her quiet,
melancholy life. dociie and harmless,
never wild in her Infringement: only, as
the country people called it, queer
rhe Stone remained IN her Cham per, far
that it was still in her charge, and day
and night she was painfully responsible
for its safe keeping,
And spring and summer and winter
came and went again, and they were
very busy at the farm.
Nancy came to Mrs. Dale one evening
with frightened face.
"If you please, marin, can't skim tbs
milk tonight" she said.
why not, Nancy
sThere's man keeps looking at ms
through the window, lnarm.'
Susie took the candle from her trem-
bling hand and went into the pantry.
She pressed her face close to the glass
then raised the window and peered out
into the darkness, but could see nothing.
She smiled at Nnncy's foolish fears, fin
ished the relinquished task, and returned
to the kitchen.
Il don't see anything of your man,
Nancy" she said What did he look
like2r
HE looked Ike robber, marin"
Law, Nancy we don't have robbeul
at the farm. Such thing was nes
heard Of It was your fancy. And q,
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