Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1893-10-28

INTO MS Dram.
Hi little maid" he calls. would
'ee Ike lift up the hilIT
The figure turns, and the youth from
the min sees that she is not quite the
child he guessed her to be, in spite Of
her short gown; but he also secs that
she is hot and dusty, and not al all
diScompoSed by the familiarity Of his
address; and he repeats IN a more de-
fcrential manner, and without the ',it
tie maid
Would 'ee like a lift up the hillT'
( "lou'm very good, replies the girl.
YEARLY coming towards him ana hold
Ing up her bundle; will 'ce nod this
while l get upf'
The youth takes the bundle, and
setting it down in the wagon, holds
ont his hand TO help her; but she does
not see it, and scrambles up unaided
and stands beside him. leaning against
the rail. Then he sees that her skin
is very fair, all pink and white MS
! apple-bloSSon, that her hair is black
and curly, ana that her features are
/ well-favored; but he also sees that her
/ grey eyes are surrounded by Redeemed
lids, and he gueSses that she has been
crying
You'd best get over the rail" ne
says, when he has noted her appear
/ ance; It's steddier footin and You can
sit on that there sack II YOU like"
IN stand thank you," she returns
as she o0eys The first part of his re
marks and Chambers over; Il mus'u
flour my frock"
There's my coat i'm the coIupr; YOU
can put that over the sack, tlsn't tloury
on the inside"
She takes his advice in silence, and
spreading his coat, seats herself. and
for some moments the silence is only
broken by the slow rumble of the
wheels and the thudding hoofs Of Lion
and Pleasant
At last the youth bre ,ks il with a
click" of his tongue, and then his own
sound seems TO emboldcn Linn
"You'm goin' in to pcnslydcr Market,
l s'posc:" he ventures
I'm goin' to Penslyder, but | amt
goiu' TO market ! s'pose | shan't never
20 into market no more I'm on my
way TO service"
Service he cXclaims cheerfully,
looking at her furuyely the while; AN
| make no doubt you'm pleased at the
thought of Twin in town"
NO she answers, YEARLY; Il ncvnr
wanted to see town more'n on market
days. | was always for home"
Then why do'ee 90? You'm young
to be in town service yet"
I'm near seventeen" she replies; and
then re sees that tears are in her eyes,
and she is fumblng at the pocket of
her gown in search of her handkcr-
chief
I'm afraid youm in trouble" he
says gently, an the cheerfulness fad
ing out Of his face in genuine regret;
but as he says it all her lassitule seems
struck away from her.
Trouble" she cries, clenchmg her
small, toil-worn hands, tits all trouble.
never nothin' but trouble; ever since
was old enough to know what it was,
Tier It's bin hangin over us; an now
fathers dead-an' l don't care who
knows that we'm miserable, an beg
gars, an nothin' else"
The youth looks at her burning face
and loses the remrGnts Of his bashful-
ness as he does IT, You can't be angry
Just with trouble, if tsn't nobody's
fault" he remarks grayely and decided
~.
But It's some ones fault-a brute
who calls himself man, who's bounded
an drove my father to his death; an
now he's dead there's no money at
home 10 keep us from staryin an I'm
the oldest, an I'm goin' in service"
The youths face turns n deeper color
than smbmn as he listens; when the
girl stops, he asks: and where's your
home%'
AT Liscaddick, the other side Of the
big bridge"
Whats the name If the man."
"Nelluu-Josias Nellum; he lives in
the next village, an he an father had
quarrel when they was boys together
I've heard tell that twas about mother;
anyhow, Josias Vellum never forgavp
father, an he's never let week pass
without tIyin' to do INN bad turn;
an we've got poorer an poorer ever
since | can remember, an father got To
look WHISTLER and WHISTLER, an fearful
that he'd never last on till good times
came again, for he grew feeble an
white with trouble; an then three
months ago our donkey was poisoned,
an / know JoSias Yellum must a-done
it; an poor father had to 90 an work
as day laborer; an he hadn't been at
that more'n two months before Josias
Nelum told lies to his master, an got
him turned off, an then Well
don't care who knows it-'twasn't faith.
ars fault--he went light-headed with
trouble, IN We only thought be was
wonderful cheerful, and when we was
into the market tryin' TO get some
pence by selling flowers from mothers
bit Of garden, he went-he went an