The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1892-07-30
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THE blameth .fooleth, \ xclained
the father with q little show 81 singer,
don't they know thar the reathon ~
amt got any mortgage to pay 18th be-
cauth we've already paid it? We did
have 9 mortgage, ath big ath any Of
'em, but we paid it off, and now tho
far ath we're contherned the .capital-
this can juth whithle with their op-
pretAiop."
The son soon found an opportunity to
change the conversation, and the sub
iect of the land troubles was dropped
I understood but little of the question
at that time, for had never heard It
discussed before, and about the only
conclusion could form was to the eff
feet, that men who followed the leader
ship of such men as the drunken brute
who had attacked me did not have the
slightest reason to expect success for
their cause. | thought how much
more sensible 1t would be for the set
tiers to choose for their representative
man like Charles Cornell, who was
conservative in his ideas and demands.
yet firm as adamant for the right. and
who, best of all, had made success OF
his own business, and was therefore IN
a position to inspire respect and conf
dence in the breasts of those with
whom he came in contact, -~-~'~'t<~ss-,ss
CHAPTER XII
ONE HAPPY WEEK.
Breakfast over walked out to the
yard and looked about the home OF the
Corpells. The house occupied a high
position, commanding view OF the
country for many miles in every direo.
ton. 1t needed but glance to see
what kind of farmers the Cornels were.
for on every side thrift and enterprise
showed plainly. There were no dilapi-
dated fences, no hooks and corners
growing up with weeds, no evidences of
half titled fields; but, on the contrary.
everything appeared to be in perfect
order. 1t was so different from the
generality of farms had passed in my
travels of the day before.
had passed some minutes in the yard
admiring the surroundings, and was on
the point of returning to the house.
when Mr.. Cornell approached, remark.
ing:
9th fine morning, ithn't it?''
beautiful" l replied. 'You have
such magnificent farm"
doth you think tho? Well, I'm glad
of it, becauth we've tried to make it
pleathant- Peopleth don't live very
long in thith world, and they ought to
live ath comfortable ath they can while
they are here. Don't you think tho?'
made no reply. for at that moment
a memory of the past and of my old
home came to me, and with sigh re-
called the fact that I was homeless.
Mr.. Cornell noted the sigh, think, for
he eyed me inquiringly for an instant,
then asked:
eth your home in the city or the
country?"
''I have no home anywhere, now" ]
replied, ''but have always lived in the
edge of town"
Mr.. Cornell watched me curiously for
a little while, and was seemingly un-
decided whether to pursue the subject
further; but just then Mrs. Cornell
came out, and to che two old people
gave on account of myself. They listened
attentively until I had finished, their
kind old faces expressing the greatest
sympathy for my hard lot. Mrs. Cor
nell made no reply to me, but came and
put her arm about my waist and !
knew by that action that she believed
me and was my friend. Mr.. Cornell
only said:
"Wull, wull, thath too bad, now. It
it'll thure. 18th too bad, too bad"
The sympathetic tone in which these
words were uttered, and the tender
manner in which the old mother
caressed me, touched my feelings deep
", for had not been used to kind
ness, and the tears welled up in my
eyes and my heart grew full could
not say another word then, and for
near minute we were all silent. Mrs
Cornell was the first to speak.
I'm sure" she said, that you are
good and afectionate and it's a pity
your life has been so dark. know how
to sympatlize with you, dear, for /,
too, grew up without mothers love-"
how.
''Did your father love you?' asked
eyes but not as well as he loved his
younger children. suppose it ia
natural for a man to feel greater
love for the children of his living
wife"
s'He'th rathcal If he DOTH" observed
Mr.. Cornell, half to himself, ''and fool
bethideth."
felt strongly inclined to indorse his
view Of the matter, but thought it bet
ter to retain my opinion, so said moth.
ing. Turning again to Mrs. Cornell,
asked:
'tWas your stepnaother kind to you?"
WELL" she replied, ''she was not
real kind like mother would have
been, but she was not cruel like great
many women are"
''The wath ath mean ath the devil,
Thuthan, you know the wath. The
didn't roath you alive, but the made
you th1ave for her childrenth and treat
ed you like you wath thervant. Don't
you tell me the walnut mean, 'cauth I
know the wath."
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