Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1890-01-11

Good! good cried Fred EaXon,
tapping his hands and laughing heart
lily.
Il don't know that it's good" said
Farmer Ehen Hayes. but it has the
merit o' hcin the Lords TRUTH"
and that's everything, father" said
his petite and pretty daughter, as she
seized him round the neck and gave
him & hug that brought a quick flush
to the face of both men-pain produc-
ing it with the elder, envy with the
younger.
Hayes Hollow, as the farm had been
called for three generations, was the
finest and most productive of all in the
beautiful valley, and its owner was
considered n wealthy man, being rated
much as millionaire is in large city.
Eessie was his only child and the
prospective heircss not only of the
form and its appurtenanccs but, as
many believed, of good deal of wealth
which was invested in other ways.
Fred FaXon was a young man who
for two years had been reading law in
the city twenty mi'cs away, and was
soon to be admitted to the bar.
He had met Bessie Hayes the pre-
ceding summer lille spending vaca,
ton in the valley. The decided mutual
attraction between the two had been
increased BY subsequent meetings and
no esd of letters, until it had reached
the stage where the word love" could
alone express the situation.
Mr.. Hayes had been much pleased
Wi n h.,
of pretty Bessie, who generally carried
her point, had invited him to spend his
weeks vacation at the Hollow.
1t had been happy time to the
lovcrs-those little seven days; but
they had flown by all too quickly, and
the train that was to bear the pros
pcctive lawyer away from fields of
wheat, drifting in waves of silver to
ward the harvest, to the city, with its
dust and CRIME, and wickedness, would
be due within an hour.
Il must run across and say good-by
to the Turner's, remarked Fred, look
ing through the open door to farm
house on the opposite side of the broad
country road.
wait a moment, and I'll go with
you."
mo. daughter, let him go alone. I
must hitch up to take him to the depot.
and want word with you first"
What is ?" asked Bess, Just lit
tie petulantly, when Fred had started
on his GRAND.
"Don't invite him here again"
"Who?"
Fred Mr.. Faxon, should say"
you don't mean-----"
Words failed the little maiden, but
her widc-open eyes supplied the deficit,
and expressed the most unfeigued as
constituent.
Il do, daughter, Just that"
"But you've spoken so highly OF him
all along-an besides"
Again words failed the girl, but this
time tears glistened in her blue eyes,
and completed the sentence.
I'm sorry, Bessie, truly sorry, but
l think it's for the best"
Nothing can be for the best that
separates us for life. What have you
against Mr. Faxon?"
Il accuse him of no crime, but l fear
that he is unworthy of you"
"Oh, father! Some one besides that
sensiblcman of whom you were just
speaking has been talking to You about
him. a false suspicion never origin
ated in your honest old heart"
well, l won't deny-never mind
that now"
Mr.. Hayes paused to remove her
pleading white arms from his neck.
"Oh, father!" faltercd she, the tears
once more yelling mp into her eyes.
"Well, them" spoke up the farmer,
who evidently felt himself to be weak
ening, well let the matter rest as it is,
and il you're not satisfied within six
months-ves, six weeks that he's I'M