Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1894-05-09

ana tnen the old We'll sweep. The only
things l keered for in this world-and
now they're both gone, an 1 may q,
we'll lie down and die"
II didn't mean any harmw hysteri.
cally sobbed poor Ellen. "I was light
ing a taper to seal letter-Mariau
Brownlee always uses the fashioned
colored wax to seal her letters-and it
burned up too quick, and 1 flung it out
OF the window, but 1 never dreamed il
would fall among the dead leaves around
the old well curb and set it on firei ]
didn't mean any harml'
Don't fret, father" said the squire.
"We'll build it up ag'in-me and Mar
tin-jnst exactly like it was BEFORE"
The old man shook his head.
at won't be the same" moaned he
"it won't be the same! Nothin's tn.
same in this worldl"
And he took to his bed from tha,
day.
Poor Ellen hung down her head like {,
dropping lily. In neither case had she
intended any actual harm, but in both
instances she felt acu ely responsible.
Martin was making preparations to &C
out West. Grandsir seemed to have lost
all interest in tie surrounding world.
Her mother went about with swollen
eyes and a pale face, and Squire Sed.
gick sat by the hour on the front porch,
looking as if he had lost his last friend.
One violet-scented April afternoon,
however, Martin came home from the
city, whittier he had been to purchase
some absolute necessity for his travels,
with fiat parcel under his arm.
"Look, motherl" ne said. ''It's some
ching for grandsir. 1 don't know but
what I've been extravagant, but declare
to goodness I couldn't help it. TIE
minute set eyes on it, thought of the
dear old man lynn up stairs in his bed.
It's a picture" he added, as Ellen came
hurrying to his side-'san oil painting
with fine gilt frame. Exactly like our
old we'll sweep that was burned down,
with the red barn in the distance, and
the sun settiu' 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 and paid twenty dollars for it. I'd
DO without them canpin' blankets and
the fur robe, mother; but wanted
grandsir to have that picture"
They hung it up on the wall opposite
the head of his bead, aud 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 eviGc.
ing the least surprise. "Just like was
a-lookin' out of the window at it. I've
got the well sweep back ag'iu now, and
p'raps Dora'll come next. Who knowsl'
And for the first time in a week, he
gcs up and dressed himself, and deigned
to give a sort of conditional approval to
the repairs going on in the burned dis
trIct.
at looks too new now" said he, ad-
iusting his "!ar-away" spectacles. "But
p'raps in a year or two it'll be moro
weather-beaten an nat'ral-like. l can
allays look at the picter, though, when |
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.
'tMartin," said she, "nobody eve.
could have painted that picture by guess.
1t is our old we'll sweep, and there's tine
very butternus tree and the broken
shingles OF the barn roof. And don't
you remember, Martin, how fond she
used to be of paintingE'
He turned suddenly around with an ir
radiated face.
"Why didl't 1 think Of it before" he
cried.
Mr.. Solomon Feidman, sitting behino
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 pair of dark eyes close
beside him.
as it sold2" a soft voice timidly ASA ca
tiny .O.d Well SweepP l see it is
gonc from the window. Oh, is it posi-
be that can be so lucky as to have sold
that picturca"
Dora Sedgick wss very plainly dressed.
fer shoes and gloves were unmistably
shabby; there was a certain pallor in her
skin apd sharpness in her features which
told Of a battle with the world, in which
she had not as yet gained the advantage.
But at that moment her face seemed
transfigured with exuitant joy.
Mr.. Feidman referred to his bocko.
..Tweaty dollars" said he, with leaa
pencil between his teeth. "Not bad
price for beginner, and twenty-five per
cent. commission. Price of frame, five
dollars, and-and here is your ten dol
lars. You might as well send something
.lse."
A shadow from without made the lit.
tie gas lighted cubby hole look a degrcs
dingicr than before at this moment.
dress of the person who painted the pic
ture 1 purchased yesterday-tho odd
Well SweopG" j." asked the voice of Martio
sedgick.
The yelled and shawl wrapped figure
turned suddenly around, SO that the
Pickering gasIight shoae full on the dark
eyes and mobile lips.
Martini" she cried out, with an in
voluntary step forward.
"Dora-my Dora! No, you shall not
draw away your hand" he cried. ''IVe
got you now, and mean to keep you
yes, always, Doral"
"Eh9" cried Grandsir Sedgick, i1us-
ing himself from one of the frequent
slumbers of extreme old age. "Dora, is
it2 Adams little b!ack-cyed gall Wei,
l knowed sic would come back bcto'e
the Lord sent out cali tor me. Some
thin told me she would. They ve fixed
up the old well sweep, Dora, and you're
back againl I hain't nothin' lett to
wish for now"
Sand she's promised to be my wife"
declared Martin, with his arm passed
carelessly around the girl, slim waist.
"And Martins given up the Western
plan," ecstatically cred Sits. sedgick,
land he's going to be content to settle