Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1890-11-27
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use OF the homestead for q moderate
rent. We are not willing to give up
all claim to it. Why. there are two
hundred acres Of the finest cotton
land in the world that go with ii. If
she had the entire right to the home
stead, she ought to give mp the mon
ey.'
Mr.. George Forsyth, what have you
to say2'
MY brother David has spoken for
me-
Then there was pause. The pro-
curador stepped to the sideboard, and
filled his glass; several of the jury
followed him, and the others chewed
away with silent thoughtful intent
ness.
'Doct Lorenzo Zavsla, will you
speak for the defendantP
The doctor turned his chair so as to
face both the brothers and the jury,
but did not rise.
Men, he said, Il have known the
late David Forsyth for twenty years.
1 have been his physician and been
his friend. l saw his wife die,
and saw his children grow to what
they are. When the good mother
left them, Mary was twelve years old,
David ten, and George eight. For
her father and brothers, Mary sacrl-
feed all that makes the youth to other
women
will you be palmer, Doctor2
If you desire. 1t is known to me
how they were then poor, her father q
trader in lace and silk and ladies' fine
goods, between San Antonio and the
outlying settlements. But he was a
good man, industrious and ambitious.
For his two sons, he had great hopes,
and saved and saved and saved by day
and by night. The little girl at home
helped him bravely, hiring out their
one servant, and doing cheerfully the
work with her own hands. She plait-
ed the straw, and made hats, also,
which sold for much; and she worked
up the remnants of lace and ribbons
into one thousand pretty trifles for the
fair women in San Antonia'
'AIcalde, these details are irrelevant
and impertinent, said David, angri-
ly.
Every man tells his story in his
own way. Are you willing to listen,
menr
There was a universal articulation
which evidently meant, 'yes;' for the
doctor smiled graciously and went on.
'For her two brothers, the little
Mary worked, and always worked
with glad heart. They had been
sent to the northern States to school,
and David was educated for lawyer,
and George for an architect and oulld-
er. For eight years this father and
sister worked together, solely for
these beloved boys, saring all COM
foits to themselves. So they paid all
their expenses literally, and saved
besides about ten thousand dollars.
But when the young men came
back, there was great sorrow and dis,
appointment. They had been educated
beyond the simple trader, the self-de-
nying sister, and the old log house on
the Wachlta prairie. So much sorrow
and disappointment that the sister at
last begged for them that they should
go to the capital, and divide the ten
thousand dollars between them
How do you know such thing? 1t
is lie' said George
Il have the fathers letter which
says so. Will the alcalde and the jury
read it?'
The alcalde read the document and
nodded to the jury.
You have forgotten, Mr.. George,
he said; it is easy to forget such
money. The doctor is right
after this, the father heard little
from his sons. They married, and
forgot the self denial, the hard labor
and the love of so many, many years.
The old man worked on, with failing
health; but now that he had lost his
and cared little for money.
it came on every venture. He did
not try to make it, but it came and
came. He made on silk and cotton
and land; whatever he touched was
fortunate.
But as money came, health went;
he was sick and suffering, and could
not bear his daughter away from him.
He was jealous Of her love, also, and
he suffered her not a lover. This is
one thing allow not myself to speak
about. / tell you, alcalde, this wo-
man showed through many years one
great, sublime sacrifice. Upon my
honor, senorsl and the little gentle
man laid his hand upon his heart. and
bowed to Mary as If she had been a
queen.
Not for myself; that is one infamy,
one scandal too great to be believed.
AS my sister, as my wife, ] honor Miss
Mary Forsyth. AS my wife2 Impos-
siblel Does not all San Antonio know
that I adore alone the Incompatible
Dolores Henriquez?
'One day, as I sat reading by my