The Hazel Green herald. [volume] (Hazel Green, Wolfe County, Ky.) 1885-19??, 1892-05-06

hHE WAS CLIMBING TO UNCLE WAKE.
him into n place that was den of
darkness; but from the gloom came Il
mans CHEEKY voice, full and deep.
$50 this is my niece, Olive" it said.
"You are very welcome, my dear. We
want somebody young here to keep us
from getting old"
"She's come too late for that" sighed
another voice, thin and melancholy.
1--WE are old already, Samuel, and you
know it well enough"
II won't admit it for Il moment" the
first speaker replied. Nothing ages
people more than talking about their
age"
"Oh, Samuel! We ought willingly to
acknowledge the days of the years of
our pilgrimage, even if we call them
few and evil, as the patriarch Jacob
did"
Jacob was always fond of running
himself down; but he feathered his
nest well, and that's thing that I
never could DO. Olive, my dear, your
uncle can't feast YOU on the fat of the
land, but he can give you plenty of
love-"
Never did any promise seem swectcr
to famished heart. In an instant
Olive forgot her shyness and made
straight for the large substantial figure
which was now becoming visible. Her
eyes were getting accustomed to the
twilight of the room behind the shop,
and she had returned Uncle Wakes
hearty kiss and was clinging to him,
when some one lighted a lamp. Then
n bright clear light illumined the little
parlor, and she saw the gray head and
kindly face of the bookseller.
He was an ample man. Nature, when
she fashioned him, had not been stinted
for material: he had large body, and
his head and face were large, too. The
thick gray hair looked like a mop OF
short curls, keen gray eyes twinkled
good-humorcdly under shaggy eye
brows, and the wcll-cut mouth and
chin denoted frmness and good sense.
Any physiognomist would have said
that it was the face of man who was
sure to succeed in life; but as regarded
worldly gains, Samuel Wake was decid-
cdly an unquestionable failure. He
had had his chances and had been
master of shop and business of his
own. and yet here he was at sixty
eight i'm the position OF n servant, TAX
ing care of another mans shop and sell
ling another mans goods. 1t was no
wonder if Michael, in his energetic
struggle To get to the front, looked back
sometimes with quiet contempt on Sam
uel Wake.
y. l. II DN,N1
about you," he said; and the deep voice
softencd as old memories came back
IL know why they call you Olive, it was
Your grandmother's name. You never
saw her, hut | knew her well. I'm
glad they have given her name to You,
my child, for hers was split Of
peace.
Mrs. Wake was n woman of Fragile
and shadowy aspect. When she was
young she must have been fair and
slender like an clfn maiden, with
kind of moonlight prettiness of her
own; but now she was SO white and
wan that YOU almost expected her to
vanish. She always wore n shawl and
n large shapelcss cap, and there WAS
never any touch of decided color about
her dress, Even her voice was faint
and thin and seemed 10 come from II
long way Off; and altogether she was
such shade that there was not enough
of her TO be lovco. You might like Ter
and regard her 80 II sort ot harml' SIS
ghost. who wandered about the house
and walled fccbly over the shortcom
ings Of humanity.
FRO BR CONTINUED.