Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1895-09-15

little more work and little less Weep
I ing, for my part and went on tossing
the sheaves up on the wagon. Now.
what Z want TO know is, when is Alb
hey Hazard going to reap her reward?
There she has been tOiling away on
that little old farm ever since I can re-
member, kind, faithful and intelligent,
doing more good to this neighbOrhOOd
than half the men in it put together;
and yet her life becomes harder every
year Where's the harvest?'
There was a curious look on the
Squire's face as he said:
She might have had a harvest years
ago if she would only cut the grain
when it ripens
Dorothy looked at him as though she
did not understand. but he seemed to
have nothing more to say, and after a
time she asked
"Why has she always lived there
alone?"
Because she's q very foolish wo-
man" the Squire blurted out. BE
cause she's the salt of the earth, that's
why. You see" he continued in a
camer tone. the Hazard farm was
left TO hcr and her worthless brother
ON condition that one OF them live on
I'll. II they both leave it goes to some
sort of @ missionary society. Dick al
ways was q wild chap, and he's never
been here since his grandfather's
death, leaving the care of the place,
and more than that. on Abbey's shOul-
ders for he was always giving notes
TO pay his debts and when they fell
due Abbey paid them. That's why
Abbey worked like a slave, and that's
why she never harvested her re-
ward" The Squire stirred his tea in
am absent-minded way. Finally Dor
othy said But Dicks now dead
yes. but his debts hain't paid, and
Abbey hasn't learned any sense.
"Why don't some good man marry
herr Shed make an excellent wife.
The Squire started.
do you think so, Dorothy"
eyes. I do she replied. She's the
most intelligent woman in the town
ship. and when she's rested she's really
handsome
"Er-er-what kind of-a-a-
mother do you think she'd make, Dor
0tby2"
The SQuire's face was very red and
he uery0usly fingered his knife and
fork.
Dorothy looked at him in amaze
meut for q moment. and then burst in
to- hearty laugh
why. You dear old POp! She cried,
leaving her place and throwing her
arms around his neck. who would
have thought it, You, Of all men, and
then she smothered him with kisses
and laughed and cried, while the
Squire looked foolish and 1 felt sadly
ont of place.
well well. daughter said the
SQUIRE. eve won't think of it, if you OBJ
jecl: We
"But. Pop. I don't object cried
Dorothy. "I think it would be just
inst ereatt Tm sure she deserves as
good man as YOU are, and you-you
deserve some one to take care OF you
he.er chan your neighty Highly
daughter can.
The Squire was onto his feet in an
u anl.
"Wiu YOU come with me to Abb
bav'se" Pie said. his eyes shining.
You see. for years / wanted Abbey to
come here. but as long as Dick lived
She thought she ought to keep the
place for him, and since his death
She's been afraid that-that 1t would
seem like-uke pushing you out, Dor
oJby.'
"The ideal" exclaimed Dorothy, and
You let her think it! You're a couple
of dear old geese, that's what you
are'
Bv this time she had her fathers
best hat out and her own on her head,
and excusing themselves to me they
Went TO tell Abbey that her harvest
was at last -WOmankind.