Mohave County miner., 1890-10-04

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terfy upon Towering branch, bit
terfly on a towering branch, and a
full-blown rosc, alternately.
A western editor speaks OF q sina
thai 'just sat up on It's hind legs and
| howled." Such wind it must have
been that was bowling through the
bleak Maine country twenty years from
the night on which Harry Martin turn
ed from the Mumfords' door aud wont
his way alone.
The inn or tavern or hotel, which
ever 1t was which bore the name os -
-............t.s.....ss1tts
n. JoLLIyER
s.ss.ttats.s.....ss.Er...ss
upon Its signboara. was not expecting
any guests that night, but, neyerthe-
less, one came 10 its doors--came
late, too, as the clocks were striking
ten. and people generally thinking of
bed,
The guest was a man OF forty, with
a sad sort Of face-a face with story
In 1t. But he was well dressed, and
evidently no poor traveller. He had
supper 10 the best parlor. and. mean
while, fire was made Ia the best bed
room, In which, when he made his way
thither. he found a buxom, youngish
woman spreading an extra counterpane
upon the bed.
Good evening sir. she said. turn
ing toward him with a manner that
bespoke the landlady. Il thought I'd
see that you were comfortable myself.
| never leave everything to cham ber-
maids. When | married hoteEkeep.
er. made up my mind 10 help him,
aud there's no such way OF making
guests FEEL discouraged as turning
them over 10 help. And I've given
you my prettiest quilt. too," said she,
with little laugh. There's an hon.
DR."
The gentleman looked toward the
bed. The qaill was q patchwork. 1t
had O wide striped border, but Ia the
center the blocks were all tho same.
bright chiDtz alternated with white
"a butterfly on branch, a rose, a
butterfly on a branch, aud rose
again, ..
The man took fold Of 1t up ID his
hand. aud looked at Il. as men do not
often look al patchwork quilts. The
woman babbled on.
We're great for patchwork In our
family. Such a pile rs we had OF these
quilts ct home! Sister Ruth had TWEEN
~ when she was married, but ! bad
fifty. My other sister gave me her
share, seeing that / married a hotel-
keeper. and she thinks she'll never
marry. Oh, deari There's 4 story In
q good many quilts, II you did but
know III ard there is story in this.
Its th7 last one Olive ever made. But
I'm boring you, sir"
mo, 20 on" said the gentleman.
Go on, please"
''Shs was engaged said the land
lady, land she was but sixteen. One
afternoon, she and her sweetheart cut
out these blocks, the next they were
parted. He was suspected OF crinie
of robbery, sir II | must say it--and
she never saw him again. She knew
that he was innocent. She said that
all the angels ia heaven coaldn't make
her doubt It, but no one else thought
with her. until year had gone BY.
and then an OLD confidential clerk, who
was trusted in everything, being caught
in another theft, confessed to that
which my sisters sweetheart had been
accused of. The story he had told to
his employers OF being knocked down
In the streets OF New York, where he
went that holiday afternoon, and being
thought drunk. and put into a station
house, and being ashamed to give bis
name next morning, and too sick 70
come home next day. was no doubt
true. His employers advertised for
him, but in vain. And mother owned
to sending him away from the door
when be came to see Olive. II Is a sad
story. Olive can't seem to like any
ono else. and the poor fellow was so
fond of her. So that's the story Of the
quilt"
The woman stopped and gave little
cry. for the guest had flung himself up
on his knees, and was kissing that
patchwork quilt as lovers kiss their
sH'eetheart's lips.
She gave another little cry in a mo-
m@nt, and then knelt down beside
him, and put her hand upon his shoul-
s'Uh, dear! oh, dear" she s0bbed,
crying hard herself. ''0h. dear! do
believe it is Harry Martin"
And it was Harry Martin, who had
been TO the far ends of the earth and
had found gold, but not happiness, be-
lieying himself robbed forever of love
and Of fair repute, and who had return
cd to find both waiting him. through
The means of that patchwork guilt,
with its butterAys aud Towering boughs
and roses.
Lacy" said Olive TO her sister. a
few months afterward. ''now that we
are going to housekeeping. | want you
10 give me one thing"
Anything on earth that can" said
Mrs. Jolliyer. Il was thinking Of a
silver service"
"Oh. Lucy, dear" said Olive, begin
ding TO cry for very happiness, ''it's
only the butterfly quilt that | want
The dear old quilt. Harry says he
can't keep house without it, w6 both
love it So"
I've rolled ii up for you alread y"
said Mrs. Jolliver. 1t seems to be-
long to you, Olive"
And so to-day Olives last baby sits
upon the brilliant quilt, and tries, with
his chubby fingers. to pull therefrom
the butterflies and roses.-Kary Kyle
Dallas. IN ~ Y LsdeNr.
A Queer Old Couple.
yuzt yr,nsf nf Gallon Ohio In n hnt