Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1892-01-07

when land and money ali are spent.
Then trading is most excellent"
i Tom made no reply; the idea was
new to him, and he was impatient to
end the interview. Dykes approached
him with a strange, pathetic, yearning
look and held out his hand. Tom shook
| his head.
Il can't do it, Dykes see you are
ashamed and sorry, but can't do it"
mot even for old times sake, Mas
ter Tom?'
"No, by Georgel That makes all
worse. When 1 was a lad we went all
over the hills together, shooting and
fishing and told you all my school
and love scrapes and thought there
never was such true, noble old fell
/ low. It's too bad-its too bad, Dykes;
but, indeed, am sorrier for you than
for myself to-day" He went rapidly
out of the room but turned back few
moments afterward to say: Never
mind the Whitehaven cottages; l will
call and get latham to attend to them.
The new master of Sweetheart cannot
be the old ones agent.
Dykes made no answer; his arms
were across ahe table and his head in
them. Tom almost believed that he
was crying and for one moment was
tempted to say a kinder farewell But
he did not, and on further reflection
was glad he did not Indeed, he
rather congratulated himself upon the
temperate way in which he had taken
the shameful wrong done him; for
Tom, at this time, could imagine no
circumstances in which it would have
been right for such an old servant of
| Sweetheart to sit as master in its halls.
Dykes suggestion, however, about
his Uncle Peale appeared to be good
one and he determined to go to see
him before he made any other move.
What kind of man he might be Tom
had not the least idea, for in those days
people did not distribute photographs
broadcast and a cotton spinner was an
unknown person in Toms little world
He found him very imposing -lool1ing
man, tall stout, blonde, with his hands
in his pockets and that air of "Wha1
have got to pay?" about him so com
mon to the rich Englishman. Tie
looked indi{Terently ut che tall Ear =
some fellow who lifted 5 hat and ap.
preached him until rom, in his usual
confident bon homie, said:
Good morning, uncle! low do you
do?"
"Eh! BY Georgel uneIel Why, who
are you?"
ssTom Sweetheart =
"God bless you, Tom. Why, never
thought Of such thing. You are wei
come, sir very welcome. E"
Tom, indeed, could not know how
welcome, for the one bit OF romance
which Josiah Peale cherished was the
memory of his love-match with the
beautiful Mary Sweetheart, the late
barons sister. Mary had lived only ten
months after the marriage, and after
her death and Josiah's second marriage,
the Sweethearts had quite ignored the
temporary connection; but still that
ten months lay in Josiahs memory
like charmed interval, love laden
and rose colored. To have Mary's
nephew come smiling in, and greet
him as uncle, was real delight. He
gave Tom both hands and took him
home in kind of triumph.
Mrs Peale was equally ready to like
such CHEEKY, splendid-lool1ing youth.
Her own two daughters had been long
married; one was in Bradford, the other
| in Halifax. She was very glad of some
new object in her monotonous life, an
very soon the stately house of the
Peales began to be thrown open and to
echo to young, light footsteps and
laughter and song.
Josiah, though very sensitive to the
glory of his high mercantile position,
had all the Englishman's veneration
for family" his connection with the
house of Sweetheart divided with his
commercial success his proudest and
deepest sentiments. When. therefore,
after Tom had been a year in the
mills, he added the old name of Sweet
heart to the firm, he felt that every
thing had been done for the honor of
the house of Peale that was possible.
Nearly three years passed, and so
happily that Tom began to forget his
purpose, and to feel that ring on his
finger reproach. For he was spend
ing all his income, and his uncle frank
" told him that share in the firm was
all that he could justly give him. One
day, when he was very dissatisfied
with himself, he thought he would go
home and talk things freely over with
his aunt. On entering her parlor he
found it darkened, and she came for
ward with an imperative "Husdp'
pointing to couch, whereon lay a
beautiful girl in a deep sleep.
''She has had an accident and mar.
cotic. and must not be awakened"
''Who is she?"
Eleanor Broadbent.
'.Iow lovely she is, Why is she
here?"
''Shc mad been unexpectedly calling
Oh me after her three years absence at
school Her horses took fright, she was
thrown out and brought back here.
Poor little Nellie."
Tom stood a moment looking at the
exquisite face, the loosened glory of
the rich brown hair, and the graceful