Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1890-08-15
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Court.
Being people of modest desires, and
having an income of about $500 apiece,
Wharton and Daisy saw no reason to de-
lay their wedding, and were married
with a large assemblage of true friends
around them. They went to housekeep-
i ing in little house, modestly fur
nished, and were fair specimens of Glove
in cottage"
But Wharton Hill was ambitious. Hav-
ing studied his profession under great
difficulties, often gcing 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 profession, and
after he was married he attacked his
studies with fresh ardor, spending his
time in his Office when not actually en-
gagged in the court room.
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 eli
ents increased. But she was always
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 racking
pain in his head and loss of memory.
Often in the midst of an argument the
thread of his speech slipped from his
mind and cost great mental struggle
to be resumed.
He fought the symptoms bravely, but
Daisy was full of terror at the change in
him. He grew haggard and restless,
oppressed with vague fears of loss of
reason and really suffering great physical
pain.
At last, much against his will, he al
lowed Daisy to call in the family ply
sician, whose advice was simple, but
strongly urged, consisting of two words
only-"Perfect rest"
"The brain is overworked," he ex-
claimed, ''and no medicine will avail
while he persists in study and practice.
Get him away if you can. H'm-this
is May-a good time for country trip.
Take him to the country, Mrs. HILL"
Wharton rebelled. 1t was ruin to
leave his office, where cases of import
ance were in his hands. He must work
or they might all starve. He would de-
cline some of the practice offered him;
would take little trips during the sum-
mer; would, in short, temporize.
And then Daisy-little, brown-eyed
Daisy-whose voice was as soft as a flute,
who was scarcely larger than well
grown child of twelve, "put her foot
down" Such a might of foot! 1t was
absurd to imagine it had any weight in
the worlds machinery; but it was down
and Daisy kept it there. Tom was q
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 house, and with some fur
nitUre in it and surrounded by beautiful
scenery, possessing the purest of air and
would not starve, and there was a nest
egg in bank in case of an emergency.
Wharton pshawed! Wharton fumed.
All in vain. Resolute little Daisy
packed trunks, arranged her household,
engaged her one half f-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, accompanied by
wife. child and nurse, took up his journey
to Corn's Mill. 1t was early morning
when rickey old wagon containing the
party and baggage entered an enclosure
that had once been fence and the fam
lily took possession Of Daisy's 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.
bub, sic Stllu, COVERING utT uiSiudy Will
brave smile, 'sthcre 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 a queer glance in his eyes
as he came back again in time for din
ner, but he only said
81 can't quite trust my own head yet,
Daisy-but is there postoffice at Corn's
MILF"
"Yes, the mail goes out twice a week. +"
"Giye me a sheet of paper and an en-
velope, that's dear"
Snow, 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 kneel-
| ing down to examine the earth so turned