Morning journal and courier., 1894-01-13

sllus does hsppen arter that pesky old missr comesln with which she snapped the door behind hef, @ Squire Slater, the self made great man of Maple Valley vil- lage, in response to Grandms Hull's in no- wise cheerful answer to his insistive knockings, was hurled into the room, sa though even the ugly storm YVES glsd for e little to be rid of him.
 "Jess passing, Cynthy. Been havin' e hard day chssin' gipsies outer the valley. Poorhouse full enough now. Tough night, aint itl Thought mebby you'd be glad to ses me . minnit. Rsmembsrin' th' vid- der an fatherless' is e divine injunction, Oynthy; an bein' In the law, I allus mind injunctionsi"
 His square head was set so low between his peaked shoulders and he was SO stout ly mufied, that the smart chuckle which followed seemed to come from some pocket of his Rreat-coat rather than from his hairy throat.
 'Ye aint changed yer mind yit. Cynthyf' He waited little. but got never word from Grandma Hull, who now sat rocking and looking calmly into the fireplace with an impassive face.
 'Noi We're gtttiu' on in years, Cyn- thy. Lemme rec. Its nigh on to fifteen year now-afore Jim's time-ye know. I'm gittin' richer ev'ry year-and you aiatP'
 A close listener might have heard snoth- CT low chuckle from one of the grea.-cost pociets-
 Trough night, aint its We'll. guess Tn pull out. Prsyer-mestin' night, an I've got to see young Jeff Dean yit. He's chssin' away them gipsies, too. Ye oughtn't to let lem camp In the grove, Cynthy. Makes talk. Course I hush 1t up down to the village. Course you need money. But don't keep doin' things that make talk, Cynthy. Its bad. Makes trou-
 ble. Friends fall of; solid friends
 Makes money tighter, an that's mighty bad Corners folks. We'll, I'm off" gone. when he turned to the woman who had uttered no word and never changed her position, when from the great-c coat
 came e parting injunction for Grandma Hull to mind.
 "Ksep thinkin' 1t over, Cynthy-hsrd. | With my money we could make Maple Hill. well-jess chine. Keep thinkin', Cynthy" And with this he closed the door, only to encounter Josh Tooker. again
 . snow man in the pelting storm. With a gruf s.lutation the Squire passed on- | "See here, Si Slater" called the old man sf,sr him. 'itaint no use. Taint no airth. | ly usei One grsveetun down thar in tn lots wuth mare to Grsmmer Hull than | ev'ry bone In your body, with ev'ry gol- danged penny ys've got throwed inl" Il If there was answer Josh Tooker heard 1t not for the holding of the storm. But
 if he had followed Squire Slater village | ward down the binding road, be would
 have seen him pause for 6 moment where the little graveyard lay peacefully beneath
 the snow, to shake his fist at the hallowed
 place of the dead and mutter:
 'T'll level ev'ry cu-sed stone If live
 long enoughI-and all your fine airs too, Cynthy Hull"
 MAPLE HILL CHARITY. The occupants of the pleasant room had | scarcely al returned when the storm
 seemed to clutch the old .arm-houss furi.
 ously. and ghostly knock was heard a,
 the rattlipg door.
 "Thers 'tisl I knew 1t. l knew sun
 thu d happenl" gssped Jane Tooker dol.
 orously, hipsing her singham apron before
 her eyes; while old Josh rose to his feet
 used to Jsne's slsruis, merely said calmly
 "Come inl"
 The latch was sprung quickly. Then il
 was raised slowly. Another gIst frenzy
 and wailing of the elements aud 6 scared,
 trembling girl was shot out of the night
 into the cheery old room. Then her hand
 still upon the latch, the snow beaten into
 her black hair which was matted wildly | about her handsome hesd, she stood there | the embodiment of desperate hope and
 fear. ready for instant flight at the first
 intimation of unfrierdIiness.
 Grandma Hull saw nothing poetic in ths
 weird apparition, and with 6 genuine
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