Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1891-09-11


.lon, recalling the loss he had suffered on his
landing in the wicked city.n
but didn't know York was s;cb ras,-x,
big city, full o lunatics rushin' agip p' ons
ahutner, an ev'rything a thunderin' lika .
iieu tnousan' thrashin' machines with
the bands flynn off | couldn't find annv-
" dlrect me where to look for Sarv
NOBODY knowed an nobody cared
noUnin pout her. Then, as | told We, dumb
0ne 9a. sCoie my pocketbook, an instid o. him
seVti,l sno1 up, why, got shot up, an SO I
= an. round Sary Lily yet. keep lookin'
ouU Ior ner all tn time, but swun fer it. I
uuhlio ia Know tn gal eff l should meet
Nc ei III III ROAD, things look SO dumb queer in
vi cl1y' SO different from they do in Maple
be in" pm 0iiiio W
Inc woman, who had sat listening in stolid
eiience 70 TINS simple, sincere story, rose sud-
uehIy TO her feet, pushed back the head w-ran
"hich mad concealed her face and made a
step toward the old man.
raj she calculated, in a choking voice.
putting out her hands
oary Llzy! Oh, my Lordln breathed the
astonlshed vagrant, staring open mouthed at
Ihe lace before him as though it had risen
suddenly from the dead.
but at that moment an officer, LAYING a
nrin hand ON the excited old mans shoulder
ordered him quietly to his place.
John Sampson, coming out of Deacon Ma
sons barn, where he had seen the waiting
herds bountifully fed and stalled for the
night, was hailed by a rural horseman riding
up to the door,
Here's letter fer ye, John. Bein' at the
poStofhce, jest TUX a notion to INQUIRE fer
We. Thought mebbe We was too busy to 90
yersef. It's from New York, explained the
self elected postman, as John, with cold
thanks, put the otficiously delivered mail in
his pocket. Thought mebbe it was from
the deacon" pursued the bearer, with batfled
curiosity.
John, carefully adjusting the paddock and
turning the key on the deacon's possessions.
made no remark; but as the horseman wheeled
away with an irate Get up" he drew out
the letter, tore it hurriedly open, and read,
with stern compression of his auburn
bearded mouth, the following communica-
ton:
OKE STREAT PoLLIsE STAsHr-N.
Jan. g. 1888
DEER JoHN-Ive fownd her, but line in Trouble
I've been robbed. I've lost al my mummy, Ican't
git home no moren she coud. The poor child ia
all broke up. She don't want ennything but to be
forgot by errybody She wouldn't let me rite to
you no moren nothin if she knu but line in
Trouble John an you're my best man PIese to
send me 20 dollars lie settle with view when I
git home. Send it to this place can ask a IA
yor of yew kwicker than of most any body els
Perticklers when see yew. Your loving friend
EBEN G. MASON
John crushed the letter into his pocket
with a sterner setting of his jaws.
THAT'S what I'll do" he said. with conn
ment on the impulse that had seized him.
and he strobe off to his own quarters on the
adjoining farm
Charlie, he called, as he stepped into the
wide farm house kitchen, ''can YOU and Jim
attend squarely to things here and at Mason's
for the next twenty-four hours?n
"You bet p responded lank youth, with
more brevity thar elegance
Mother" pursued the resolute John, who
appeared the motive power in the establish
ment, please hurry up supper l want to
take the evening train to New York"
"Why-why, John!n calculated the mother.
at once on deck for action. "What starts
you off to New York this sudden?'
Business"
Its it the deacon? l just felt sure the
old simpleton would get into some scrape."
commented the youthful Charles.
Green as fresh sap Spite, We know" OBJ
served Jim.
But John was off ON his hurried duties of
preparation, and had no explanations to
offer
When, a little later, he came back. eduipped
for his journey, and sat down to the hasty
meal which there was only his mother lust
then present to share, she said again timidIy:
us it the deacon, John!"
'Yes.n
"And-and"- She did not venture to
repeat the name which had been forbidden
topic.
YES" again assented John.
John, l didn't think you'd be troubling
yourself to look after her!' was the reproach-
full retort of Mother Sampson.
Pm not troubling myself, !" returned John.
swallowing a very hot mouthful of tea.
John, you know her good name is gone
forever" solemnly warned the prudent wo-
man.
''Some of us Christians ought to try and
give her one, then, mildly suggested the IT.
rational young man.
John, when a young woman is deceived
and led away there's no hope"-
Mother, what is that fine story about the
prodigal sonN interrupted John, moving
back his chair
OH but that's very different, John"
"You mean" said John, jumping into his
overcoat and tucking down his muller, you
mean the prodigal daughter may go to perdi-
ton"
''Johnn
Mrs Sampson sat down in shocked sur
prise. This was profanity.
swell, well,n John finished the last button
and turned with his hand upon the door
Take care of yourself, mother, and look for
me back tomorrow evening. Good night
Don't worry"
And John was Off
Record doth not say whether it was found
necessary in Mapletown to send any one
after John.
There is now a meek, sad little woman in
the deacon's house, who brushes her hair
smoothly back, and wears the pIainest and
poorest of gowns, and works at the hardest
tasks as though there were some atoning
power in labor.
The good rural folk who look after the
morals of their neighbors report that John
Sampson goes to the deacons about as he did
before"
They do not explain the significance of
"Before"
The women say John is fool
The men observe a Sphinxlike silence
Frank Leslie's
Mrs. Letitia Tyler Semple, daughter of
the late President Tyler, is almost totally
blind, and is at present an inmate of the