Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1892-11-12

"What shall tell him?" asked she.
"Tell him to go about his business"
returned the doctor, energetically STIR
ring the fire until a red stream Of
sparks flew up the chimney.
Mrs. Fengrove closed the door, and
went back to the kitchen porch.
Milo" said she, "my husband will
have nothing to say to YOU"
~ don't blame him much" dejectedly
responded Milo York, who was, in
deed, an unpromising-loolSing subject
enough, with his unkempt hair hang
ing over his brow, his garments in
rags and the end of his nose chilled
and purpled with the bitter night air.
But it's dreadful night" softly
added Mrs. Fengrove. "Wait out here
the porch will shelter you from the
rain. The coffee-pot is on the stove
yet and I'll bring you plate of bread
and cold meat and bowl of coffee"
"Thankee, na'am," said the tramp,
gathering himself like heap of ags
into the corner, to wait
He drank his coffee and ate his sup
per like famished hound, and then
Mrs. Fengrove gave him tattered old
shawl, long since cast aside by her hus-
bald.
Take this" she said, land lie down
in the barn loft; there's plenty of good,
sweet hay there. But be sure you're
off before the doctor comes out in the
morning.
"Thankee, ma'am," again uttered
the man; and he disappeared like a
shadow into the bowling tempest.
where have you been all this
time ?' suspiciously queried the doctor,
as his wife came into the softly illum-
mated arch of the Chinese screen
again. Mrs. Fengrove turned scarlet
under his penetrating glance.
IL only gave Milo little-some-
thing to eat and drink" she faltered.
"You know the Good Book says: Turn
not away thy face from any poor
mani"
YES" dryly coughed the doctor,
"but guess the Good Book don't make
any allowance for tramps. And l tell
you what, Dolly, it isn't safe to harbor
these miserable wretches, with Aunt
Dorothy's silver tea-set in the house,
let alone your own spoons and forks,
especially as l ain obliged to be so
much from home"
Mrs. Fengrove sewed on in ST.
lence; she was almost sorry she had
told poor Milo York about that
snug corner in the hayloft, but she
lacked courage to confess the whole
truth to her husband.
SIT will be all right dare say" she
told herself. But Milo York mustn't
ooma ba p,r;p,r ororD5 bara opy mora :.
In the dead of the tempestuous night,
there came ring at the doctors night
bell. Old Mr.. Castleton was very ILL
dying, perhaps! The doctor was won't.
ed at once!
With yawn, our good Esculapius
rose out of his warm bed, dressed him.
self and, saddling old Roam, set for his
midnight ride of six long miles. But
when he reached Castleton court, all
was still and dark. He rang two Oh
three times before night-capped head
popped out of the window-that of the
old squire himself.
"Dear, dear!" said Squire Castleton
"What's the matter? Nobody ill,
hope"'
"Why, you are, aren't you?" testify
demanded DR.. Fengrove.
81? Not bit of it!" said the squire
in surprise.
Didn't you send for me?"
mo, didn't" said the squire. "Anc
if you've got anything more to say
you'd better come in out of this sleet
storm and say it."
NO." said DR.. Fengrove, setting hi!
teeth together, "Ill not come in, thanl
you"
sit amt a joke, is it?" questioned
Squire Castleton.
"rm afraid it S something more seri
Gus than joke" said DIR. Fengrove
"Good night"
And, turning old Roan's head, he Sc
spurs to him and trotted rapidly away
Evidently, the night call was con
certed plan-a plan devised % leave hi
home unprotected = and h mine
turned. with keen distrus., to Mil,
York and his tale of distress.
God keep Dolly and the little on
, safe until get home again!" he NUT
! tered between his closed lips. "Faster
Roam, faster!" with touch of tn
whip, which was scarcely needed, s.
4 UuoiOuSAly ulu LAc Soou AoiSC cuICE IL
to the spirit of his rider. you knoy
not how much may depend upon you
speed to-night!'
Meanw hile, Mrs. Fengrove, who ha
just fallen into restless slumber, afte
locking the door behind her husband
was unwontedly startled once agai
by n low, steadily continuous soun
like the rasping of some hard instrr
ment. She sat up in bed and listene
minute. Under her window tn
sound of mufied and subdued voice
was audible, even above the rattl
and roar of the wintry storm.
"Burglars!' she gasped to hersel
"And my husband is gone-and-Ot
Milo York is at the bottom of thi
How wrong it was of me to give hil
shelter in the barn!"
Springing to her feet, she threw on
blue flannel dressing gown, and hurrie