Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1891-10-21

Joe. que 10 Icar1ully a1ralQ OF
the cars. So l will do the chores"
1t was only that day on which 1 met
the farmer that 1 had seen the village
OF L., and. so, as drove quietly
along the three mile road, said to my
self:
well, Barney Wharton, do coming
events cast their shadows before? Nav.
be. Strange fellow. Wonder that lie
trusts me with this valuable team.
Imagine he has taken a fancy to me.
If SO, luckyl Why? Ahl he has no
marriageable dsughterl I'm in the
kings row on this. Happy againl He
probably has no near kin, no kith and
heir to inherit all his worldly posses
sions. In fine, he's the suninauDa DO
mum of my life. 1 am not old. NV
moustache has received comfortable
start, and warm spring will not re-
tard its growth. 10 make it plain, 1
am Just in my majority. Ny own
man. l am not passing rich with forty
pounds year, but 1 have q good lob,
and five hundred clean honestly earned
dollars in the bank. Not so bad as it
might be. And yet it might be better.
And for the matter of that it might be
worse.
had been driving leisurely, but we
had already passed the last turnpike
bend which lead to the town. 1 could
not hep picturing my probable future.
In the midst OF my cogitations the
cars whistled in; and if had not kept
a cautionary hold on the lines, old
Bess and would have taken a sum-
mer-sault As it was / rode on the
two off wheels about three rods, and
fetched mp against q wood pile skirting
the road, An uncomfortable character
istic in many rursl districts. No
harm was done, and was only too
glad to see the great iron horse steam
out of the depot. And if had been q
veterinary doctor 1 should have VEN
tured that Bess was equally pleased.
Hitching her to a ring in the depot
platform 1 hurried into the ladies'
waiting room and peered expectantly
about. Two women were present.
One was quite elderly, the other young
and : pretty? Yes, handsomel l
stood like a piece of statuary, only
had blood, and it circulated. Other
wise l was totally dead. OF course
came to life.
"Msdsm-your name"
els Hannah Devoid"
"And you are engaged to perform
housework services at Mr.. Moses Dear
born's."
SIT is all right, sir"
wharton, Barny Wharton"
''It is all right, Mr.. Wharton" said
the handsome young lady, coming for
ward, and half unconsciously fasten-
ing her eyes on mine al suppose you
are TO transport us to the farm?"
"Yes, madam. Right round this
way. Here we are" and had the di-
vine privilege of assisting this young
lady into the vehicle; also helped her
elderly companion to seat, but was
the more surprised to hear her say:
"Hullo, Bessl Dear old Bessiel"
"Is it fsr?" queried the older wo
man.
Three miles, replied the younger
woman.
Again was surprised. Who was
the young miss9 and how did she
know how far it was to Hartley Four
Corners? Why shouldn't the elderly
woman know as much? But l kept
my peace, till finally my young lady
friend said:
'Are you the hired man. Mr.. Whar-
ton?"
"Yes, If you please, at MIR. Dear
born's."
81 hadn't heard. You must have en-
gagged yourself to him lately, without
being too inquisitive."
Fewer than ten days"
.LikeF"
Every much"
"I'm glad. The other fellow proved
O scamp, If / may be 80 bold or coarse,
and-well, he was discharged"
Again / was surprised. The elderly
woman sat in almost stolid calm, her
eyes flying to every object as she were
in pastures new; while the young miss
scarcely noticed anything along the
beautiful turnpike, as If she were
thousand times familiar with the place.
Women always puzzle me, but here
was leader. Both were directly OPP
posite. However, We were rapidly
nearing the Corners. But l was des-
tined to Q still further surprise.
"Mr. Wharton, let me drive" said
the little mink at my side.
Dangerous, madam. She came
near sitting on the dashboard when
the train steamed in"
"Phewi But she was was from a
colt up frightened at the cars. And
who could wonder, since they are
enough to give one the shivers when
they storm into depot"
'iFrom a colt up2" l echoed to my
self. yum, yuml What could she
possibly know about the training ca.
reer of old Mr.. Dearborn's mare Bessr
The ideal The eighteen-year-old daugh-
ter Of village washsrwoman going In.
to the biography OF strange horsel
Probably headstrong GIL. AT any
rate my heart WAS wax In her hands;
Quite beginningl Secured a good
position as chief servant OF the great
Dearborn farm, and now, right in the
midst of it. 1 had tumbled heels over
head in love with a village washerw
mans daughter, headstrong daughter!
1t WAS something / could not fathom.
"You may have the lines, madam.
But. believe me she is a mettlesome
steed. You may endanger our necks."
"Guess not. helped to break her
when she was q colt.
"Wbat beautiful sceneryT' remarked
the bousekeeper, Mrs. Devoid,
"But-" l started.
estate. stale" interjected the horse
woman, refining the steed with marked
skill.
Well, we arrived home at last, or
rather at the farm. Mr.. Dearborn
welcomed the madam, the ''new help"
and turning to me he said:
"My daughter, MIR. Wharton" re-
ferring to the young miss who had
driven the horse
.Your daugther9" I echoed, recog-
nizinp Miss Dear born with confused
eyes. Sent her after a helpmate.
Smart young miss. She'll give you
orders about the house. Her mother
died some years since. Our old house
keeper having gone we must neeos
- .ooxhar Hence nv daughter