The Somerset reporter., 1891-06-25

Fhe house hfd lot Improved in yea o.
emptiness and neglect aad even Da-}
heart sank at the broken rBrf, the iumgle
1pwn doors, the shqkv windew-. BH
he said, covering her d may win
brave smile, there they were, and the
must make the best Of tt
Jennie the nurse, proved treasure
and the women were soon busy "puttiH.
10 rights" while Wharton took Tom Of
an exploring expedition over the os'Gfe.
Tncre was a queer glance IN his c}e- a.
he came back in time for dinner, but IT,
only said
II cant quite trust my own head ",
| Dasy-but is there po-t-orl.ee a. C3rn :
| Mill"
Yes, the mail goes gu, twice wees.
"Give me a sheet of I per ard an en-
yclope, that's dear,
Now, Wharton, that is not resting
III only write a dozen lines. dear
The dozen lines being written aud
posted, Wharton seemed - had an uH
falling source Of anu, ement rowing ab4ul
the farm. poking holes IN the ground
with short cane, often kn n:eljng down 70
examine the earth, so turned over. Dals
limited at planting some vegetables.
though she said despondeu'ly:
81 don't suppose they will grow If We
do
"Never mind the beans and peas now
love. Wait till we have an answer 10 my
letter"
week later, when June was young,
the answer came In the person Of two
men, one white-hared and atsent.mind-
I'd, the other Yotbg aud enphatically
nusness-like. Wharton gave them cor
dial welcome, and after partaking OF a
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 heir arrival on the
farm, that he had the appetite of a plow.
Roy, and was cheerful and full OF anima-
tion,--was busy baking a batch of pies,
when the three gentlemen returned TO the
house. She could see them from the
kitchen window as they came over the
neglected path, and saw that Whartons )
eyes were fun of exultation, his face
flushed, his carriage erect. He looked
like some one newly laden with good
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 aud bare arms usher.
ed in the strangers.
Mrs. HIM. be said, bowing with great
difference, accept my congratulations
upon your great good fortune
'In scorching my p'e,T laughed
Daisy.
LIN owning fifteen acres of coal land.
'I don't understaud,r Daisy faltered.
The farm, my deal your legacy from
your old nurse, is one solid bed of coal
and there is no mine within nine miles of
1t. NOBODY knows how much lies be-
yond your fence in the vacant land about
us, but in my minds eyes see this a
colony of miners.
"Are you sure, Wharton"
al suspected it, the tlrst day we came,
but having no experience. wrote to one
of my clients in Pottsville to send me an
experienced hand to test my suspicious
These gentlemen confirm my opinions
"There is no doubt about the coal
ma'am, said the old gentlemen, "nor any
about its lying so near the surface thst it
can soon be available
llt 'iut~llbi II, Sditi tllt 1buuH SUI
ger. whether you will sell out or open
the mine yourself. | am authorized to
make you an offer if you wish to dispose
of the property
Time enough for that said Wharton,
Il will return with you 10 Pottsyille
"Whsrton-no business
Don't fear Daisy; this kind of busi-
ness will not iIjure me. You will let me
decide in the natter
"Certanly ~
And the decision after Wharton had
spent month in Pottsville, was to sell
1ut to company who were already buy
ing up the vacant land surrounding the
farm. The young lawyer knew nothing
If mining, and had no desire to learn, but
he was NJ fool, and he made satisfactory
terms for the sale of the estate and
Daisy returned home wealthy woman.
An European trip restored the health of
The young lawyer, and he resumed prac
tice year afterwards, with erery hope
Of one day realizing his vision of fame,
while little Daisy, still rather da1ed at
her new fortune, entered upon domestic
duties in grand house, with servants,
carriage, horses, plate and jewels
at is like fairy tale. Wharton, she
said "to think of that miserable place
being so valuable. Poor Margaret little
realized the fortune She WAS bestowng
upon me when she left me sll she owned
her farm"
The Trueman cousins, sharing in all
generous DIisys gifts and entertain
ments, no longer jest derisiyely, but
speak in the most respectful terms of that
precious legacy, Daisy's Farm.