Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1893-09-28

bnhrp aa the Dird nOte.
An old farmhouse thatched and stone
built, with mullioned windows In the
garden tan pear tree, with yellow buds
glistening In the early spring. and be-
meath youth with gun peeping 10 get
shot. Then man in breeches and hose,
elderly, but hale, drawing half humor-
ously; "Why. Jack, my bwoyi Thy shots
do het of more buds than all the chat
fingers"
The old people must be gone now, for
Jack was the youngest and the fayorite
five and thirty years ago.
Muttering against his own folly, he
slung on his box and hmped along the
Sutton road.
At evening he entered "The Cups" an
inn on the outskirts Of Sutton. Every
thing was as formerly-the same bench
and stools, the same oak settle by the
hearth. Two laborers playing at shovel
board called each other familiar names,
and the singsong Of their voices brought
back the past.
"What parish may this be, pleaseT' he
asked.
"Zutton," replied both Abs and Abe.
"a large villager
"'Tdden 70 terrible large"
"SmallT
"Tidden 70 wonderful small"
Satisfied with the subterfuge Of these
questions, he sat down and continued
eagerly:
"Any o. the name of Craddock live
here nowY
"Craddock, eh?" grinned Abs. "What
dost zay, AbeT"
"Noo fearr' said Abe.
He hesitated. But the longing to
know overcame his judgment like the
craving of vice.
"And the farm at the foot of the hill.
Who lives there?"
"Mr. Craddock, be sure. Warmer
William"
"When came this way before, some
body-people called Sandford"-
"Hal har' laughed Abs. "Then you
be woldish bird, not Matched last sum-
mer. Why, the old man have a-bin dead
these 20 year. An the maid married
Warmer William, an he took on the farm.
But years avore she thought to s-married
one Jack. But he took to hose racen,
80 ties said, an signed somebody's name
an bolted. Never didden hear no more
o he. But you be a old file. What dost
zay, Abe?"
"Noo fearr said Abe.
John Craddock nervously rose,
Strengthened his back and fell into his
familiar patter.
Eyes. I'm an old soldier, wounded in
the trenches before Sevastopol and
starved at Cawnpoor, and when I'd split
my blood and ruined a fine constitution
in the service of my native land they
gave me my discharge and threw me
upon the world without penny. But,
happily, among the prisoners taken by
the British forces in that memorable war
| was the private physician to the Rance
of Jhansi. Seeing me writhing with
rheumatism-to which, gentlemen, was
then martyr--his feeling heart confided
| to me, under an oath of secrecy, the in
| estimable blessing of never failing
remedy. These pills, gentlemen, taken
| in time are reliable cure. If you have
ever seen crooked legs, stiff arms or a
back as bowed as reaping hook, take a
couple of these pills-four and twenty in
each box. The price is twopence, and I
guarantee, if kept dry, the contents will
never deteriorate. Thank you, gentle
men. Kwish you good evening"
His gibness had been successful; but,
i'll at ease, he shuffied on to the old
house with the pear tree. A silver
named colt was reaching over the pad
dock rail, the image of the roam mare
they used to call Rube. All was quiet
and prosperous, and in the garden path
stood the familiar figure. He skunk into
the shadow of the churchyard wall. Yet
1t was only Dick, grown into the sub
stantial staidness Of his fathers PLACE.
he went to the low matched house
standing all askew, with the stalls and
the wagon shed where he and Dorothy
used to meet. He would sleep that night
in one of the wagons. 1t was scarcely
dusk, but the life came back quite clear.
ly. Work was over, and nobody would
come, so he went in and climbed up out
of sight.
He heard light step and peeped oyel
the tailboard. There stood the Dol
Sanford of years ago, with budding
womanhood beneath the open neck o.
her print frock. She had run out il
haste. Her lips were parted. He coult
see her face looking toward the gate init
the orchard. Then came firmer step
just as when they said he was too wilt
for their Dorothy.
II mustn't stay tonight, Jack"
"A few minutes, DOLL"
"The maids out. Mother'n miss me.
"Dollw "Jackr'
| They kissed close to the wagon whee
and were gone.
| He could not help it. Come wha
would, he must go to the house, ant
presently he crossed the yard, entere'
the porch and knocked.
Nothing today, thank you," said
sharp voice through the partly opene'
door.
He remembered the Craddock rule
never to give money nor refuse bread
evil you give me q bit to eatY b
begged.
Without word she disappeared. bu
came back, bringing also cup Of eide,
"Isn't this Mr.. Craddock'sT
sit is"
II knew one of that name once-Jac
Craddock. We were chums. ] was b
] when he was killed. I've got somethin
. Of his now"
"Killedr' she echoed, trembling.
eyes. It was in the trenches befor
. Sevastopop-
She gave sharp cry and sank into th
stone seat in the porch.
l h,1r1v 6o,x1,n eavOo from the houai