The state republican. (Jefferson City, Mo.) 1871-1896, 1894-11-08
Written For This Paper.
CONQUERING AN INHERITANCE.
A Serial Story Complete In
Six Chapters.
D., rE,
CHAPTER VI.
By A Missouridn.

The rain bad ceased to fall, bu'
there was water everywhere. The
creek near which Philip had planted
his corn was a rushing mighty river
and the corn vas entirely submerged
The hollows and washes leading
towards it were overlooking; ant
look where Sarah would she saw
streams of water. Every neighbol
she had to whom she felt she coult
go in her distress lived beyond 9
creek or a branch, and she knew
that, as but very few creeks were
bridged in that county, it would be
OF no use to try to go anywhere for
help. But oh! how could she stand
that awful suspense? One moment
she comforted herself with the
thought that her brother had turned
the horse loose to swim n swollen
stream, and was yet safe on the
other side; but the next moment
would come the paralyzing question,
"Would he have sent the horse
home without fastening a note to
the saddle, assuring her of his
safety?' She could decide nothing,
but continually alternated between
hope and fear. Now she was on her
knees praying for her brother, now
she was pacing the floor, weeping
and moaning, saying, ''lts no use,
its no use, he is dead already, poor
brother, poor b~rother!n She was
utterly unable to eat anything for
breakfast. At dinner her appetite
was no better, but she forced herself
to eat a biscuit. She spent the long
and dreary day either lying on her
bed weeping or pacing the floor in
bitter agony or looking u the win
dow to see if she could catch any
sign of her brother. BY night she
noticed that the water in the creek
was falling, and knowing how rap
idly it had risen she fondly hoped il
would fall as fast. But at tel,
O'Clock she could see by the light II
the moon that it was still out of the
creeks banks. All alone again she
passed the night in the storm riven
house. Little sleep blessed her few
erish body, and morning seemed
never to be coming. But the long
est night ends at last, and when she
opened her eyes after a short and
troubled sleep, it was to hear her
brother knocking at her door. She
threw herself into his arms and wept
for joy. He had hitched his horse
at the country store where the post
office was kept, and while there the
storm came up, and at a loud peal of
thunder the horse broke loose and
ran off towards home. Philip had
wanted to try and swim the creek
and reach home before night, but the
men at the store told him it would be
certain death for him to do SO. Thus
he had been compelled to remain on
the other side until daylight this
morning, when the creek had fallen
enough for him to venture it and he
had swum across.
The storm proved nearly the ruin
of the corn crop. Over the entire
field there was a deposit of six inches
of mud out of which Philip had to
dig the corn. This he found an
unusually unpleasant undertaking,
but he went maDfully at it, and at
last brought it to a successful COM
pletion. Then he spread the corn
out on a roof to dry, and thus saved
1t. About a month after the storm
Sarah's grandmother wrote her that
she had made her arrangements to
come and spend the winter with her.
This piece of information filed the
two young people with delight; and
Philip had the damage done to the
house by the storm and fire all
repaired 30 as to give the dear old
lady the best reception they could.
When she actually came and they
beheld her loved form once more
their Joy was complete.
The following spring Philip and
Sarah were again alone on their