Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1893-04-21

Mrs. Sedgick stood in the doorway,
with u fat, old fashioned tumbler and a
glass. towel in her hand.
Ellen, the dau ghter, paused in the ac'
of tying up an obstreperous young honey
suckle shoot; and old Grandsir Sedgick,
leaning on his staff, with his gray hairs
blowing in the fresh spring wind, Look
ing not unlike one of the ancient Druids.
"Why, father, we didn't know you'd
care" said the squire. "It's rickety
old thing, anyhow"
"Well, som / rickety old thingr'
quavered the octogenariau. "But you
wouldn't 60 at me with an axe and u
mallet, would you9 I used to draw water
with that we'll sweep afore / stood as
high as the curb"
"Well, well," soothingly uttered the
squire, ''if you've any feelin' about it, it
shan't be touched! Only, sence the pipes
have been laid from the spring up on
Savin Hill, Eunice, she thought ="
~ don't keer what Eunice thinksr'
said Grandsir Sedgick. "The pipes from
Savin Spring amt nothin' to me. I'd
ruther hev glass O. clear water from the
old well than all the springs in crea-
tion!'
$50 you shall, father--so you shall !"
said Mrs. Sedgick, picking up the
knotted cane which the old man had
dropped, and tenderly guiding his foot
steps back to the cushioned chair on the
porch, which he had just left.
But Ellen tossed her much be.crimped
head. u
"It's the only we'll sweep left in Ken
dal, "muttered she. "Horrid old fashioned
thing! Everybody calls our home 'the
place with the we'll sweep It's too
bad!"
"Hush, dearl" said Mrs. Sedgic ok.
"Grandsir's a very old man, and he's
never got over the shock of Dora's run.
ming away"
Deaf though he was, the old mans
ear caught word here and there, when
it was least expected that he would. He
looked quickly around.
"Dora," he repeated-''little Dora!
My son Adams daughter, with the black
eyes and the real Sedgick features!
There amt but few things that care
for left in this world, and Dora was one
of 'em. What have you done with
Adams orphen gal-eh, Eunicea The
gal that hadn't no one but me to look
after herr"
A distressed look crept over Mrs.
Sedgick's kindly face. She hesitated
visiby.
''It wasn't our fault, father, said she.
'Dora was always restless child, and
she somehow couldn't seem to be con-
tented in this quiet place."
The old man shook his leonine white
head.
~ dunno nothin' about that" said
he. GAN I know is l miss little Dora,
and l want her. Jotham," turning alb
ruptly to his stalwart son, "where's
Dora2"
al don't know any more than you do,
father" said the squire, leaning up
against the porch pillar, and saying to
wife in lower tone:
"What has set him off thinkin' OF
Dora Just now2"
"Thinkin'l Amt always thinkin'
of herr" piped up the old man. "Adam's
gal, that was left to us to take care Of;
and Adam was always the best of the
familyl You nagged her, and you wor-
rited of her, and she was too high
sperited to stand it, and now she's gone,
an you say you don't know nothin'
about it. Eh"-and his voice grew
thriller-"that was what Cain said, mind
you, when the Lord asked him where
his brother wasl That's why set here
on the porch, where can see half mile
down the road, to get sight of Adams
gal, Dora, comm back where she be-
longsl"
The three lookers.on glanced un-
easily at each other.
Martin Sedgick, the son, flung his axe
emphatically on the ground.
''Grandsir speaks the truth" :" said he.
"The house amt itself since Dora went
away"
And he stalked gloomily down the
hill, to where his handsome four year.
old colt was tied to the fence rail, await
ing its daily exercise around the squars.
''Eunice," said Squire Sedgick to his
wife that afternoon, MARTIN is getting
restless again. He wants to go Vest"
Mrs. sedgick clasped her hands nerv-
ously.
"Martin-our only sonl" she cried.
"He was just beginning to be recon
ciled to life ON he farm, wha Dora