The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1897-03-31


ever in the hearts of all at home. 1
meant to do oil that Garland had re-
quested, but meant to do it secretly
do it secretly, you know. Then /
meant to go home and live as usual.
/ was not so wiso then as now. It is
true that found the treasure crevice,
fshed out the five bags, kept one for
myself and sent the others to Mr..
Grautland, Mrs. Grantlsnd's letter
pinned to one of them. I had pen
cled the date of Garland's death on
the letter, thinking they would like
to know it. 1 say it is true did oil
those things, and did them secretly /;
but did not 90 home to live az l had
in the old days.
CATER being there few weeks,
after hearing from neighbors about
the mysterious coming of the letter
and the gold, after seeing Henr'etta
dressed in deep black, the self same
poise to her head, the self same sweet
ness of fact, learned lesson-yes, 1
learned O lesson. | learned that
miners camps. nor hunting parties,
nor mysterious crevices OF treasure,
nor the Rockies themselves, can crush
out of life the emotion called love /;
not even if it spring to existence where
hate is rife.
'T became more unhappy than ever,
and was continually bfooding over
schemes to heal the breach between
the two families-heal the breach.
Else, how was 1 to make Henrietta so
much as seem conscious of my exist
enceP All this time my father watched
me so closely that it made me nervous.
Guess that hurried things-guess it
did. Anyway, 1 was not very good
humored one morning, and when my
father said something about it 1
wheeled round and told him all about
Garland's death and the things / had
done afterward, ending with the bold
statement that 1 loved Henrietta and
could not help it.
"To this day wonder that my fiery
old father did not fell me to the floor
with a chair, for he was quick man
"A quick man. He stood and looked
at me pretty much as he would have
looked at cur that had dared to bite
him. Then he turned on his heel and
won't away, took his hat and left the
house-went straight to the woods.
Needn't ask me how l felt; mean
enough, that's certain, mean enough
mean enough. He didn't come
homo to dinner, aud 1 did not eat any.
Toward night saw him coming down
the spring hill from the direction OF
the family burying ground, and
knew where he had been last, if not all
day. My elder brother had been his
| idol.
"You can talk about bravery, but ]
tell you it took bravery to make me
face my father at the supper table 6
few minutes later. He said next &c
nothing during the meal, and his handl
trembled when he passed the plates.
do hope I'll never again feel like 1 die
during that meal. After it was ovel
the big horn was sounded, very un'
usual thing at such an hour, and tn,
hands from all over the plantation
came pouring up to the house. The,
gathered close about the back porch
and the house servants and the famil,
were on the porch.
81 felt like running like run
ming; didn't know what on earth wa
coming felt like l was to be curse,
and sent from home. Father stoot
close to the old water shelf, and here
what he said, the words fairly burning
into me:
"T have called you together to pu
you on notice that the trouble betwee
Mr.. Grantland's family and mine is a
an end. Hereafter there will be peace
His family will dine here next Thurs
day and the day following his hand
and mine will have barbecue in tn
spring grove. You may 60 to you
places.
al can't tell you how we all dis
persed but amid the pleased eiacula
tions of some of the servants fount
myself wiping the tears off my fac
before the whole crowd. Perhaps
was shedding tears because mother wa
sobbing never could bear to see he
cry.
"Well, this about ends my story
The bag of gold dust and nuggets tina
fell to me helped to buy this house
young man. Aud you needn't thinl
we're lonesome when you pass by her
late in the day and see two old folk
sitting close together, for they'r
Henrietta and me. We haven't bee
enemies now for many years-man
years. - Waverley Magazine.