The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1894-05-03

him NO much trade"
Three days after, Jerry dropped in
to the postoflice little package ad-
dressed to his uncle, containing, be-
side letter, an excellent likeness of
himself. Jerry made in the letter n
straightforward acknowledgment OF his
mistake, and accompanied this manly
apology with an earnest .equest to be
allowed to return home.
He had grown so homcsick for n
sight of the old place that he could
scarcely see the lines on his paper.
And Aunt Lucy-well, he almost broke
down at the thought OF all her moth
erlv kindness to him.
'Now I'll surely get an answer by
Wednesday, he thought, but wednes-
day went by, and another week passed,
and although he called regularly at
the postohice, no word came.
"Well. I've done all could" he
said ''Its plain they don't want me
back
Tins sympathetic old heart ached
for the boys distress. He even offered
to so mp TO the farm and intercede in
his behalf
"No, indeed !" Jerry answered, def.
antly. "lll never beg my way back.
I'm not the kind to go where I'm not
wanted. '
Maybe they never got your letter. ="
Jerry hooted st the idea. "No, they
don't want to make up. That's the
long and the short of it,
When he finally started West. Tim
Bailey went with him. Out on the far
Western prairies, Jerry struck deep
root in the favorable soil, and rs the
years passed on, became rs much of a
fixture AZ the new town that bore his
name. Year after year he worked on,
widening his fields, improving his
buildings, working early and late,
solely for the pleasure of accumulat.
ing,
Tim Bailey had grown old and rheu-
matte, almost childish, but he still Ms
sumed sort of guardianship over
Jerry. One day he put down his news.
paper, wiped hisspectacles and scanned
the rough, burly looking man on the
other side of the stove, as If he had
been stranger.
Look here, Jerry" he said, pres.
emily, you're getting to look old, and
your hairs all a.turning gray. Now
you've got to quit pegging away so
hard and take holiday, before you
get like me, SO stiff and heumatic you
cant get away. Why don't you go to
the Worlds Fair? II 'ud be burning
shame for the richest man in Trigg
County to miss such a show"
Thus it came about that one day
Jerry rubbed his eyes in bewildered
way to find himself in the midst of
surging crowd that thronged the en-.
frances of the Fair.
He plodded along the Midway Plais.
ance, his umbrella under his arm, and
his hands in his pockets; he walked
aud stared till late in the afternoon.
1t was late in May, the spring plowing
had been n good preparation in pedes-
trianism, but the long furr0ws, en-
livened ""'y by the pipe of quail or
the cry of catbird, had never brought
n IA ",; now
Ill ~ ~" la Ivy : 800 nc was Do urea
Nv uu''l ne u,oppeo iu'o seat III one Oh
no 90 ,o oI "nns,on.;sW on sue iaspou, ana re-
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A 80 sen a..n =. ,a",i,'a' r,n.h laoe'
r. -" s'ee '",'uel, ah,' ne saw one
~ WAS was =" W. 1orei 't n'nsh building
" ueto II" .,i"'r,' os'T' were eNc'a'm'
Jerry cdgeJ along in front of the nass