The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1896-08-12

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said.
So it was, day after day, the poor
boy had trudged along, travelling miles
and miles, kicked and cuffed, receiv-
ing harsh words and scornful looks
everywhere.
He stepped out from the haystack,
looked toward the town in IN unde-
cided way, for he had begged at every
house on the previous evening, re-
ceiving only few cold buckwheat
cakes, from an old colored woman.
As if involuntsrirly, he started toward
the house of the farmer, by whose
stack he had passed the night.
''I can chop wood, or husk enough
corn" he thought, "to pay for break
fast.
"What is itP" said Farmer Mild
man. "Want to chop wood, ehP
Well, yes, some of your stripe asked
to do that same thing, one morning
last week, and when went into my
breakfast, he ran of with my axe"
Goa, let a starving man do some
thing for his food 1" said Henry.
Farmer Mildman was moved by the
sad, pathetic pleading, and being thus
moved, turned the stream of Henry's
life into smoother channels forever.
"John, bring this man basin of
water, soap and towel. Come into
the porch, will try you. 1 will give
you something to eat, and plenty to
do"
There was o vein OF kindness in
the farmers tone, which almost made
Henry think he was dreaming one of
those haunting dreams which only
those subjected to great hunger
dream.
"When did you have as much as
you could eat, young manP You must
be careful for few days"
The smoking "fatty pones" and
seething SAUCES, with other substan-
tials, so bountiful on the farmers
board, did seem, indeed, to justify
his caution to the half famished
wretch.
Henry soon increased in health and
spirits, as much from the farmers
kindness as from being bountifully
fed.
His father had successfully i'm.
planted in his youthful mind the prin-
ciple of doing thoroughly whatsoever
he undertook. So Henry pleased the
farmer by his willingness and thor.
oughness in his work.
1t is needless to trace his progress
in the farmers favor; suffice it to say
that he was soon the trusted foreman
on the large stock and grain farm of
Jacob Mildman.
"She is very seriously hurt, sir
indeed you may prepare for the
worst"
These were the words of the doctor,
pronounced over the still, deathlike
body of Belle Mildman, who had been
galloping over the fields, when her
red nubia, Topping in the breeze, had
attracted the attention of one of her
fathers fine Durhams, which pitched
suddenly at her horse from out dense
thicket.
g,he horse, coming to such sudden
halt, threw Miss Belle over his head
into the very horns of the enraged
bull.
This served as taunt to the enraged
beast, which now rushed madly upon
her, paving and stamping her 1.-the
form into the yielding soil.
Young Charlton, who was passing
near by, few to Bellies rescue, when
the animal pitehed at him SO unex-
pectedly that he was terribly gored
before his trusty revolver had done
its work.
Poor Charlton was now unable to
walk, much less take care of uncon-
scious Belle; but the field hands in an
adjoining inclosure, being attracted
by the firing, came and bore the in
iured persons to the house.
Miss Belle was so horribly tramped
that she died, and Henry came near
following her; but nature, aided by
the best nursing, combined with the
best medical skill in the State flor Mr..
Mildman spared no expense for him
who had risked his life for that of
Belief, tIiumphed, and after six weary
weeks they announced that he would
live.
But Jacob Mildman did not long
survive his daughter the shock was
too much for his naturally weak con-
stitution-a and he, the last of the name,
soon went to meet his daughter and
her angel mother.
But before he died he did not forget
Henry. In his will, after a few minor
bequests to servants, Henry was made
the principal heir.
When fully convalescent, after
spending a few years in Europe, Henry
came back to Mildman homestead /;
and thinking how best to invest his
accumulatiye surplus, he resolved to
found an asylum for those who were
truly "hunting work"
This he did, and one day, while rid
ing in his carriage, Just approaching
the asylum grounds, he met a poor,
blind bssket-maker, led by niece, q
lass small, though about nineteen
years of age.
| Something in the girls face seemed