The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1895-09-26

rather satirical expression about the
corners of his mouth occasionally, still
there was something about the look in
his eyes, and his general bearing. that
inspired confidence. AT all events, she
unfoded her guileless heart. and in the
course of half an hour had told him at
least as much of her history as the pa
tient reader has learned in all these
painful days. Nellie. after studying the
young man with the silent profoundity
of childhood for ten or fifteen minutes.
had also decided to like him, and had
presented him with a bunch of gor-
geous sugar-maple leaves.
I'm not a skeptic. nor an infidel.
Miss Billop." said Mr. Morford. II like
TO see the bottom of things If I can:
and there are miracles enough without
needing to have solid money fall out of
the sky. Have you searched the garret
and
Searched? Well, Jest you ask Nell
lie. Ef there's square foot o. space in
side this house or outside of it that she
amt poked that little nose of hers into.
! don't know! An there amt no trace
OF nothin', nor nobody. not nowheres.
An then as for the music an the voice.
don't know how you'd get around
them.'
rs what hear in the village true
that Matthew Billop disappeared mys-
teriously?-that his manner of death
was never known"
Yes. but he's dead. poor Matt. I
guess, said Nancy, with a sigh; "ef he
Warnt, I'd heard from him before
tnlS; an then again, ef what some
thought was true-that he'd had foul
play from-well from any one, I'd a
heard of 1t too, from his sperrit. ef no
ways else. was thinkin' last night.
efter he'd sent that money, that If he'd
6een murdered, he'd said so then.
But all he said was, Pay Corvin.' he
says. an I'll be at peace. so I guess
he died nat'ral. An though Matt was
a real good brother to me, an ! alrays
loved him right hearty, yet I don't
mourn after him like I would eff he
nadn't been man past his prime. as
had lived an had his fling, an 7 don't
DOUBT Is happier now than ef he were
mere with us. But its different bout
Tom: l never can get used to losin'
that dear precious boy He was the
cutest, SmarteSt, best boy ever did live
an l couldn't have loved him more not
ef he'd been my An I
amt never felt the same woman sence
! lost him; an it may be wickedness,
but do say ! amt never been able to
forgive MIR. COrvin for the part he took
an runnin' Tom to his death. In course
ne didn't mean 1t; hut still =.
MT. Corvin might a. sold me up an
don't bear him no grudge bout not
payin' the money he owed Matt. cause
the paper that showed the debt was
lost with Matt, and men o. business
natrally don't pay mOre'n they have to (:
but when ] think of my darlin' Tom
drowned Jest because they found money
In his pockets that he'd never in this
earth put there himself.
We'll. Mr.. Morford. I don't know what
you'll think of an old woman like me to
De cryin' bout 1t after these nine years |:
but l love my Tom jest the same as ef
ia seen him yesterday"
Ihen you feel quite sure the boy
never stole the money!" said Mr.. Nor
ford. after pause. in gentle tone.
THAT boy steal? It'll be the happi-
est day of my life, Mr.. Morford, when
meet him In Heaven. and hear all the
engels standin' roun' there say, You
was right, Nancy; there amt none in
nocenter than him therev'
ut ought to make him happy to hear
you say that, wherever he Is" said MIR.