The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1893-04-07

Eunice-if we could got Dora bac.
againf It's as my old fathet says-sb,
was the luck Of the house."
Mrs. Sedgick burst into tears.
| ut wasn't my fault, Jothamp an,
said. ''I always liked the child on..,
sne WASH no more like our folks than
corn flower Is Ike squash blossom
But she and Ellen couidp'e somehow
agree. Ellen always wanted Martin "a
marry Miss Brownlee, and she up ON,
oaY ana accused Dora Of settin' her car
LOT Martin, and Dora couldn't stand that
ana when they appealed to me. I'm
AFRAID IL Ldidn't take Dora,a .a.ita- :,
l-Hronn.asI Nigh hsv done. -
~ knowod'a woman's tongue was n
the bottom Of it ALL" said the squire
with some bitterness. "Poor Dorain
:, That night tho whole Sedgick fam.
NY were aroused by light blaze in the
dooryard-the old fashioned we'll sweon
burning up. Grandsir, in his fianneI
dressing gown and knotted stick. his
leonine head we'll outlined in the scarlet
glow, looking more Druid. like than
ever.
"You done it O. purpose, said he.
feeb!y shaking the stick at the assembled
family, who were trembling in tvs door.
way. you know you did. First Dora,
aud then tho old well sweep. The only
things 1 keered for in this world-aud
now they're both gone, an I may as
we'll lie down and diew
~ didn't mean any harmi. hystcri.
cally sobbed poor Ellen. "I was iiyht.
ing taper to seal letter-Mariau
Brownlee always uses the new fashioned
coiored wax to seal her letters-and il
burned up too quick, and fiuny IL on
OF tho window, but never dresmed it
would fall among the dead leaves around
The old well curb aud set it ON firei
didn't mean any harml''
"Don't fret, father" said the squire.
"Well build it up ag'in-:n, aud Mrr-i|
tin-jnst exactly like it was before.,s :
The old man shook his head.
UT won't be tho same." moauef he
"it won't be the same! Nothin's the
same in this world!"
Aud he took to his bel from that
dav.
Poor Ellen hung down her head like
dropping lily. In neither case had she
intended any actual hahn, but in both
Instances she felt acu:ely responsible.
Martin was making preparations to 20
out West. Grandsir seemed to have lost
oil interest in tie surrounding world.
Her mother went about with swollen
eyes and pale face, and Squire Sol.
gick sat by the hour ON the front porch,
l"G Gns aS'' Ssoietssosntsd sc April
however, Martha came home from the
city, whittier he had been to purchase
some absolute necessity for his travels,
with fiat parcel under his arm.
"Look, motheri" he said. SITS some.
what I've been extravagant, but declare
to goodness l couldn't help it. Tho
minute set eyes on it, thought Of the
dear old man lyin' up stairs in his bed.
It's picture" he addel, as Ellen came
hurrying to his side Tan oil painting
with aue gilt frame. Ex,ctly like our
old we'll sweep that was burnsl down,
with tho red barn in the distance, and
the sun settin' behind the woods, Just as
I've seen it go down times without end.
You don't know how queer felt when
saw it in the store window, and went
in aud paid twenty dollars for 1t. I'd
9N.aitkaut -tbam- nan,nin,, ,hlan<ets and
They hung it up on the wall opposite
the head of his bead, and when the old
man walked from nap, just as the sun
set beans shone over the mute canvas, he
looked at it with smile.
"It's our old we'll, said he, not evinc-
ing the least surprise. ''Just like was
a.lookin' out of the window at 1t. I've
got the we'll sweep back ag'in now, and
p'raps Dora'll come next. Who kuows7"
And for the first time in week, he
got up aud dressed himself, aud deigued
to give sort of conditional approval to
the repairs going on in the burned dis
trict.
"It looks too new now," said he, ad-
justisg his "far.away" spectacles. "But
p'raps in year or two it'll be more
weather. beaten an nat'ral-like. can
allays look at the picter, though, whom !
want to. see the old well sweep"
Ellen pulled her brothers sleeve as he
stood intently regarding the bright little
oil painting on grandsir's wall.
s'Martin, |" said shc, ''nobody ever
could have painted that picture by guess.
1t is our old we'll sweep, and there's the
very butternut tree and the broken
shingles on the barn roof. AID don't
you remember, Martin, how fond she
used to he of paintingi"
He turned suddenly around with an ir-
radiated face.
"Why didn't I think Of It boforei" he
cried.
Mr.. Solomon Feldmap, sitting behind
his desk rail In the darkest corner Of the
dark little art store, was startled from an
abstruse financial calculation by the ques.
tioning CLEAN of q pair OF dark eyes close
beside him.
s'Is it sold3" soft voice timidly ask cd
-''my Odd Well Swept I see 1t /,
gone from the window. oh, Il It possi-
BILE that I can be SO lucky a. to have sold
that picturo3"
Dora Sedgick was very plainly dressed,
Her shoes aud gloves were unmistabl,
ahabhv. there WAS n cartain nailor In her