Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1893-05-12

- -.EAtf lfhe mon nl rufnQns with
stones for arguments.
Jere Hartman hal come ont to them.
They greeted him with an angry shout.
We are to be put off no longer. Is
1t our rights by IA. means or by foul,
Jere Hartman
Your right" began Jere
Hartman in his harsh, stern voice. |
saw that Nellie Harman had slnp,d
out to her fathers side AMI laii her
hand pleadinglv on his shoulder. SAs
dld not fear the angry men, for viii
ingiy not one 81 them would have
harmed hui. OF her dainty head. /
saw that she would have pleaded with
her father TO he gentle with them.
Yes, our rights :" yelled voice in
the crowd with an awful oath. He was
drunken or blind with rage-surelv he
did not see the girl at her fathers side.
A stone whizzed through the air. 1t
might have been Jere Harman's death
blow; instead, 1t struck her. 1t cut u
great, cruel sash Just above the temple.
They sprGng toward hrr-hcr friends,
her loyer-hut Nellie Hartman put her
two hands out to me with = sharp.
gGSplng cry.
Jack, lack?" she aid, AMI [ cauqht
ror N my urms
have lived over ihc aaonv. the
Joy, OF that moment all through the
long, lonely hours Of this night.
1t was big John himselfwho brought
the doctor and cried like child when
they told him she was dying. His little
crippled child she had loved and cared
for, and It had died in her arms. cave,
and that harm should have come to
her, who WAS more good and innocent
al wrong than the angels!' muttcred
Big John, brokenly, rs he went away
~oitencd and sorrowful.
Jrre Harman sent mr out to tell the
men that he had yielded, and in the
silence of death they went away.
The strike is Over.
As | SIT here in the gray dawn, wait,
ing, fearing, dreading the coming OF
the morning and the news 1t NAV bring,
! hear the clatter OF horses hoofs. 1t
is servant from the Hall riding to the
village ON som" crraud.
what news | call out hoarsclv,
and learn that the wors, is over and
that she will live
Nellie Hartman lowered between life
and death for long weeks, and |
worked as | had never worked before.
Jere Hartman left much of the manage.
ment of the mill in my hands, and
put heart and brain i'll the work or
should have gone mad in those week.
with the longing to see her face. When
she was well again ] spent many even.
lngs nj the Hall, talking business with
her father, who came seldom to the
office in those days He had broken IL
health with the recent troubles and had
lost energy, but he was Ccntlcr and
kinder than of old.
Harry Desmond was always there.
was but dull guest. | could not en-
dUre his light -heartedncss, the triumph
i'll his eyes, the happiness in his laugh
/ could not endure that he should cal
her by name or smile on her.
/ was mad fool
| told Jcre Hartman that I must e
away; that | must have rest, change
IL vacation. Gordon, the young fore
man, could take my place, / urged
and he consented, though grudgingly
The last evening promised him tC
spend at the Hall and go over the nc
counts with him.
Never md Nellie been brighter OF
gGyor. | felt vague pang that my
going was SO little to her.
1t was early when Desmond left, anl
| Immediately rose to go. Jcre Hair
man grasped my hand cordially il
farewell, and Nellie said simply "Good
bye, and went down the path slowl,
and sadly.
Suddenly heard light, flying st"T
behind me rs | reached the shadow .
the trees
It was Nellie.
| stepped back in the darkness. Sh,
stopped, ms if listening, AID then cam,
toward me.
II thought | should oycItake You,
She whispered, slipping her arm through
mine. Odd you think / could let yol
go away tonight without Inst word?'
There was something in her voice,
tenderness, that explained all. Sh,
had come out to meet her lover, Des
mond, and mistaken me for him in tn,
darkness. But to have her SO near Wa
very sweet. She seemed not to car,
for speech. She was very still-!us
clasping my arm and leaning over St
gently against my shoulder. Tn
temptation was great was goln2
away-just to take away with me tn
memory of moments heaven!
kissed her.
"Forgiye me-" l pleaded, dcspcr
ately. you thought me Your lover
Desmond, and l WAS cruel, mad, t,
take that kiss. Nellie, forgive me"
But | kissed you, Jack" sh
whispered "And you won't go--oh
Jack you won't go when | love you SO
Jack Spencer, grayhaired and forty
common place and poor-sho love-
him
That is my romance. Frank Leslie
Weekly.
Large Price for Cup OF Water.