The Newtown bee., 1896-08-21
FOSTER BESSIE X co, R5-ST0RE OPEN MONDAY FRIDAY AND SATURDAY EVENINGS

fireplace, took something from the shelf beside if, laid it upon the hearth, broke it with & stick of wood, hid it under her -hawl took last look at the dim figure, and d4rted cut.
 Joaan ran down the steep slope and into the woods a good distance from the posr bcot figure losing jtself in the fog; and sh" bali ran fer nearly a mIle. By tht7 tune the sun WAS sbirjng through :h" t:'s7, and the rocky mountain path merged into well 5rav.ied rod. The girl ealeotsd q faDea tgea~srunk for a rrstlnF-plaoo, and renewing what sho Ind hidden a"@tr h1r shawl began gpaw, . .1'1 E., a'ulh atns .l4 fashion f dog ~ rsytaE b.o~- ..Ha}t,. fair" she #'."'r~rrd; "s.o's ion mean even for tE+t'
 "~f-r" her -r.e lad 4ps,9 csnI.hed. .Hrra vas a s. '--y3ny, and saappug of ea .s- 'rlho waoae ssatnd her. and has,
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 "Hu--9 -a.. 5eu got hid under your jct',oc?' sna o-.aa&4d.
 A trap," said the boy holding his ragged jacket closer; and then he darted across t3e path, Ieapad the little brook that ran5ingiJg down the mountain, and, with crashing and scurrying, disap. peared in the woods beyond,
 Joann had not meant to let the boy off so easy, but there was no help for it now. "GTan'mam set 8 store by that Jake Tucker, she had said to herself; "p'r'apa, tnow''-'he sprang up and looked eagerly in the direction the boy had taken-.she might know something bout the money"
 Joann listened, but all sounds of the retreatipg footsteps had ceased, and the girl, with a disappointed face, sat down on the bit of rock next the brook, and bitter words flowed from her lips as fast as the bubblpg waters poured down She roadside.
 By and by, when her anger had spent itself little, 8 bluebird came down to drink, then, alighttng on branch near by, began to sing. f'T never noticed afore they was such pretty creturs,' ,'' mused Joann; then, as the bird kept on piping, she observed; "So you're the feller what sings that 'Kurie' song. I always did like that the best of any of them" .s..s 55v-<
 Joann got up when the bird flew away, and continued her iosrney down the, mountain. Her mood was not quite so bitter now; but ehe frowned as she walked, and did not stop for another rest
 
 until she had travelled two miles, and came to neat, white cottage, ssE In a clearing. A Bign in the window informed all who could read that this was sthe "Post Onice," Tie postmaster was also lone of the town school committee. JOann stumbled careiesslyipto the room, q can't go, she said, in 8 rough, sulIen voice, 4tan'Ina am gone an stole all 1.-the money that I earned, hoein' an ; .moWip' an harVestin' and can't g3.,'
 " 4'aFnationi she hain't !" said the post master. azs 'sAn' she womb own np ;.an, she won't a1g hotiil' 'oept she. don't know nothin' D sag j-.' 4
 "l ,aps aho aon,f, Joann, said the. p9stniaster, mildly He was a mild little nar, never known to Do angry in his llfa-
 ps she does snapped Joann s3Rf.Aa else ii there toknoV 2'' An' me .afhdsin' sllasdnaheF so'st' have olo'es ao'st' ga to school an git some leafnin'. An stayin wilh her all winter 50 she