Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1891-01-17

and"
"Oh. yes, that's wot they all say. -
said the man. >'We'ye give more
time already than we can afford.
Business is business; and IL the back
ins.alIments isn't squared up by this
day week the 'orse will be called for
That's all.
Poor Careyl Like most American
farmers sons lie bad been brought up
to no particular trade or profession,
and all that day as he tangled bis bells
ap one street aud down another. low
ingly Ticking the flies from Old
WnIteys neck with the whip be bad
gered his brains TO thiuk what be could
do to keep Houora and the little one If
the hore 81 ere taken away.
Nevertheless. he came cheerfuily
home at the days end. Because m
10 bad box It amt worth while to
scOld and fret and make Nora and the
boy miserable reasoned Ben.
II got good lot of old iron and
household utensils to-day, Nora. said
he, chcerfully when she brought the
baby out into the back yard 10 watch
him unload. "Pr'aps there might be
something YOU could use in the
kitchen. There's good, sound spider
somewhere, aud a gridiron with only
one wire cut, and
"Oh. Ben. an old-fasbioned brass
warming panm interrupted Nora, with
breathIcss delight.
"Old-fashioued? Well, should say
so!' said her husband. look at the
slreaks Of ycrdigris on 10. aud tie
queer Hourishe4 and the letter II all
done in qucrlicuCs and tmngmajigs on
the ton
Ben said Honora. STOPPING to ex-
anime IT, tits just such a one as ! can
remember at my graudmothers in the
old country only in those days it
used to shine like gold, and had long
turned handle with string TO hang it
up by. Where did sou get it, Benp"
AT an old house in 18th street,
where they were oyerhauling and
cleaning mp. The butler sold me the
old things Oh. ! tell you, Nora, 1t
was tine house! Eh2 What's the
matter PussP'
For Nora had turned pale, and be-
gan 10 trcmble.
"Ben said she. dear Ben, don't
laugh mt me; but when | look at this
brass warming pan the old hills and
the old house rise up before mY eyes,
aud ! can almost hear my mothers
voice again Let as 90 to this place,
Ben, Let us see If this butler man
don't know something of the people at
home. For I'm sure-quito sure
Ben that this is the very shining pan,
with the letter II for Huugh, that used
10 hang on the walls at home
"But it can't be. Nora said Ben.
why can't it be, Bong
"Neli, 10 please you, my girl, I'll
take You there tomorrow, said Ben.
Not that / think it'll be aug use.
Look at this lot o. pictcr books. / got
EN- cheap thought you could pick
out something for The boy before we
turned 'em over for paper stock. b."
"Who is that, JohuP Whose voice
IS that hear2'
81 beg pardon sir; | hope It amt
disturbed YOU said the butler. apollo
getically. "lts a person in the rag
aud-bo,tIc business. sir. as I made
bold to dispose of some Of the old
household utensils. You was kind
enough Go tell ne sir---'
But here Hnnora pushed herself
valuntly forward, holding the brass
implement like n golden shield before
her, for She had polished it brilliantly
until now 10 shouo aud glittered
hrayely.
at was this old-iashioncd warming
pan, said size. please, sir, I'm al
most sure ii used to hang on the home
walls in County Cayau when | was a
gjrln
And who are youP' asked the tall
old man with the sparkling light-blue
eyes and the duke of Wellington nose
who stood towering in the doorway.
Il am Mrs. Carey, sir. Born Hon
ora Hough!' simply explained the girl.
"Iouora Hough. who came over in
the Merchant Prince July g. IS, and
who disappeared uuaccountably, leave
ing no trace behind her9 said the old
man.
Yes, sir, came over in the Mer-
chant Prince. July Q, IS admitted
Ilouora, with little gasp. And
and | think YOU must be- my Uncle
Warren, for your eyes are like my
mothers, aud when YOU speak 70 me
my heart answers back 20 the tone OF
your voice
She went mp to him ard put her
hand couddiugly in his. He beut over
and Kissed her.
81 believe, said he you are the
girl we have looked for so long. My
dear, ] buried your aunt month ago.
There is a vacant place in my home