The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1890-04-19

Get him away, if you can. H'm-this is
May, good time for a country trip
Take him to the country, Mrs. Hill"
| Wharton rebelled. 1t was ruin tc
leave his office, where cases of import
ance were in his hands. Hemust 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 a
well-grown child of twelve, put her
foot down" Such mite Of a 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 a lawyer, and Tom could take
Wharton's cases for the summer months.
There was her farm-a poor place to be
sure, but atleast house, and with some
furniture in it, and surrounded by beau
tiful scenery, possessing tho purest of air
and water. With six hundred year
they would not starve, and there was a
nest-egg in bank in case of emergency.
Wharton pshawed! Wharton fumed.
All in vain. Resolute little Daisy
packed trunks, arranged her household,
engaged her one half-grown girl to &C
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, accom-
panied by wife, child and nurse, took
up his journey to Corn's Mill. 1t was
early morning when rickety old wagon
containing the party and baggage en-
tered an Enclosure that had once been
a fence, and the family took possession
of Daisy's Farm.
The prospect was not encouraging.
The house had not improved in years of
emptiness and neglect, and even Oaisy's
heart sank at the broken roof, the
tumbledown doors, the shaky windows,
But, as she said, covering her dismay
with a brave smile, there they were,
and they must make the best of it,"
Jennie. the nurse, proved treasure,
and the women we're 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 in time for dinner, but
he only said:
81 can't quite trust my own head yet
Daisy, butts there post-office at
Corns Mill?"
Eyes, the mail goes out twice week.
Give me sheet of paper and an en-
velope, that's q dear"
CHOW, Wharton, that is not resting
GIL only write dozen lines, dear"
The dozen lines being written and
posted, Wharton seemed to find an I'M
failing source of amusement rowing
about the farm, polling holes in the
ground with short cane, often kneeling
I down to examine the earth, so turned
over. Daisy limited at planting some
vegetables, though she said, despond-
emily:
81 don't suppose they will grow if we
| do"
''Never mind beans and peas now,
love. Wait till we have an answer to
my letter."
A week later, when June was young,
the answer came in the person of two
men. one white-haired and absent
minded, the other young and emphati-
cally business-like. Wharton gave
them cordial welcome, and after par
| taking of substantial luncheon, the
three started out upon the farm.
Little Daisy, intensely happy in the
knowledge that Wharton had not had
one dizzy turn since their arrival on the
farm, that he had the appetite of a
| plowboy, and was cheerful and full of
animation, was busy baking batch of
pies, when the three gentlemen re-
turned to the house. She could see
| them from the kitchen window as they
came over the neglected path, and saw
that Whartons eyes were full of exul
tation, his face flushed, his carriage
erect. He looked like some one newly
laden with coed tidings, and all three
were talking eagerly and earnestly.
Daisy wondered little, and scorched
| one of her pies. While she carefully
pared the burnt edge of crust the kitchen
door opened, and Wharton, needless of
her big calico apron and bare arms,
ushered in the strangers.
''Mrs. Hill," he said, bowling with
| great Difference, accept my congratula.
tions upon your great good fortune"
"In scorching my pies?" laughed
| Daisy.
SIN owning fifteen acres of cGal land. :"
81 don't understand" Daisy faltered.
''The farm, my dear, your legacy from
your old nurse, is one solid bed OF coal,
and there is no mine within nine miles
of it. Nobody knows how much lies be-
yond your fences in the vacant land
about us, but in my minds eyes see
this a colony of miners"
| care you sure, Whartcn?"
-! suspected it the first day we came,
but having no experience, | wrote to
one OF my clients in Pottsville to send
me an experienced hand to test my sus-
picions. These gentlemen confirm my
opinion
There is no doubt about the coal,
ma am said the old gentleman, NOR
about its lying so near the surface that
it can soon be available"
1.-THE question is" said the younger
stranger, whether you will sell out or
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