Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1891-08-13

points, he was both tond AND proud
OF his life work, and strovei, n win
good position therein. HisfoVe tor
Daisy, true, honest love, waS1lever
allowed to interfere with his, r4rslft
OF tame in his profession, aud after
he was married he attacked his stud
les with fresh ardor, spending his
time in his office when not actually
engaged in the courtroom.
Little Daisy, whose lite was affec-
ton, found time often hanging heavi-
ly upon her hands, as Wharton be-
came more and more popular and
the number of his clients increased.
But she was always ready with low
ing welcome when he did come to his
home, and she knew that much ofhis
ambition and ardor was for her sake.
The third year OF her married life
was nearly over, and her only child,
Tom Trueman Hill, was eighteen
months old, when Wharton, ever
busy and full of energy, began to
complain of racking pain in his head
and loss of memory. Often in the
midst of an argument the thread of
his speech slipped from his mind and
cost q great mental struggle to be
resumed.
He fought the symptoms bravely,
but Daisy was 1ull of terror at the
change in him. He grew haggard
and restless, oppressed with vague
fears OF loss OF reason, and really
suffering great physical pain.
At last, much against his will, he al
lowed Daisy to call in the family
physician. whose advice was simple
but strongly urged. consisting of
twowords only: "Perfect rest.
"The brain is overworked," he ex-
planned, land no medicine will avail
while he persists in study and prac-
tice. Get linn away ifyou can. HIM
this is May, good time for country
trip. Take him to the country, Mrs.
Hill"
Warrior rebelled. 1t was ruin to
leave his office, where cases of i'm
portance were in his hands. He must
work, or they might all starve. He
would decline some Of the practice
offered him; would take little trips
during the summer: 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 a mite of 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 lawyer: and Tom could
take Wharton's cases for the summer
months. There was her farm-a
poor place to be sure, but at least
house, and with some furniture in it,
and surrounded by beautiful scenery,
possessing the purest of air and
water. With six hundred d year
they would not starve, and there
was a nest-egg in the bank in case of
an emergency.
Wharton pshawed! Wharton FUN
ed. All in vain. Resolute little Daisy
packed trunks, arranged her house
hold, engaged her one halt-grown
girl to accompany 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 per-
son OF Daisy, explained the various
points at issue to Tom Trueman,
and, accompanied by his wife, child
and nurse, took up his journey to
Corn's Mill 1t was early morning
when rickety old wagon contain
ing the party and baggage entered
an inclosure that had once been a
fence, and the family took posses
sion OF Daisy's Farm.
ing. The house had not been i'm
proved in years OF emptiness and
neglect, and even Daisy's heart sank
at the broken roo, the tumbled
down doors, the shaky windows.
But, she said, covering her dismay
with a brave smile, there they We're,
and they must make the best Of lt!'
oehilC' JIG AuiS DC, 1loNe'l u oItdS-
ure, and the women were soon busy
putting things 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 din
ner, but he only said:
II can't quite trust my own head
yet, Daisy-but is there a post-oftice
at Corn's Mill?"
eyes, the mail goes out twice
week"
"Give me a sheet of paper and an
envelope, that's a DEAR
"Now, Wharton, that is not rest
ing"
"I'll only write a dozen lines, dear"