Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1897-07-16

ielOw, that same night. he OrOke
his back bone with cannon bal
doin' some juggler's trick with it.
They said at the time he was IN
LIQUOR, and he'd no right to do q
dangerous thing like that at such
a time. Hell bnilt a bit of tent
across the road there on the waste
ground, and there was the wife
a.W aiIng her confinement. The
calld wasn't born half an hour when
some blundeTln' idiot told her The
news. That killed the mother.
Then poor TOlley's wife took in the
child aud kept it, and we all help
ed bit; and he grOwrd up to he
called Tolle,. And as If he hadI'f
had misfortune enough to begin
lite with, old TOlley must needs
20 au' chriStin the poor little
crretur' by his own name Of
Balaam, as d bern laughln stock
for the whole o. OiStle B lrnelG for
ears an write without any help AS
iver | heered on. He was put to
work at the pit bank b> the time
he was eight 'eArs Old, and he
le ,rned himself the engi0e-dIivl"
by looking at the engine an watch
ing the chaps at work at it. Poor
Bale =
A bright drop or two fell from
The glr's eyes and gllstened GU the
stuff she Was sewing.
In the meantime, Bale, the re-
iectel, had walked down lrto the
valley, had fingered tor a while at
the forge gates to stare IN at the
White hot, haf-naked figures thtt
dragged the boom from the sur
tace, and ran it on its iron trolley
10 the steam hammer, and hal
waited 20 see it be ton from it's in
candescent heat to a dull Ted glow
1T taxes good stuff to abide thai
kind of bandIlng,' said Bale. The
good stufl's the better for 1t. Bat
It's no use trying it on Stag. AS a
matter of fact, you can't have The
good stuff without it, but it's a
plty to treat all sorts alike
He was making a parable OF the
matter In his own mind, and he
walked on thinking OF it in a sore
hearted and rather empty-handed
fashion. He passed the trOTsY
town and Came out on the road to
Quarry with Its almost III.
slant hint OF country odOrs in the
dan kered air. II was late spring
weather, almost summer, and the
smoke veil hung high aud thin.
The stars shOne through it
vaguely, and dew was falling
He walked on for an hour, clean
Into the country, not known or
caring where his feet led him, and
suddenly he was aware that the
moon had risen, broad and full,
and that nightingale was sing
ing.
why, Bale, old lad! a CHEEKY
voice called out. 'What brings You
hereP
There's a nightingale iu the
copICe yonder,' said Bale. listen!
They kept silence for a minute,
aud the birds soog; which Lad
been checked at the sound of the
footsteps, began again. The new
conner 6dgetted little, and after
minute or two said:
nt'sa pretty music enough. But
wh1d ha' thought of your caring
for 1t, B iie7 Going home again.
Yes SAID B .le, AT least-I
don't know about home. l shall
drop IN at the Sir Ferdinand
'Abp cried tire other, strIding
on AGAIN with Bale al his side, Il
should think that was more ID
yonr liue.'
well. yes,' said Bale. Il suppose
lit IS Shall ve set ourselves to
walk toward a glas>F
'Why, no. said his companion.
sNot TO night. I've better work on
hand. You've always been a trust
worthy sort of chap IN a way,
Bale. Yon can keep secreiP
l'Ve kept one or twO' Bale aus
wered.
fWhy,' said the other. 'The
secrets this, Bale. Pm gong to
get married.
'Ohr said Bale. You've squared
the old lady, baye your
Yes. Pge squared the old lady
and Tm Oft now to top of Hi
Road, my lad, to carry the news
to the young 'uD.'
The young ladyT said Bale.
The young lady, said his com
} panion. 'She's been rare and down
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