The Newtown bee. (Newtown, Conn.) 1877-current, 1900-08-17

bottles and now, thanks to your won
derful medicine, am a we'll woman"
-MRs. ELSIE BRYAN, Otisville, Mich.
being borne and the arms that bore it
were those of william Hartman and the
ranchman. And Mary was there, her
face streaming with tears.
Tenderly they bsthed bis frozen face
and hands and feet with cold, fresh snow,
and placed him in q warm, clean bed,
and bandaged his eyes. Then they gave
him revivipg yet soothing draught, and
presently his lips were seen to smile.
william Hartman remained until the
storm abated. Just before leaving he
approached the bed where Peter was ly-
ing and by which Mary was sitting. He
held in his hand some papers.
"Mr and Mrs. Poore, he said nervously,
II trust that you will pardon me, your
earnest friend and well.wisher, for asking
you to take heart now and to hold up
your heads as free Americans, which you
are"
show can we, Mr. Hartman, when he
lie crushing Us down 20 I" gasped the sui
fering man. He won't haYe no mercy
on us now"
now you're safe," interposed Mary en-
coursginglv. It'll soon be over, and then
we'll be free and can start again.
"It's all over now," said William, trem-
ulously. "You are both free already, for
he is crushing you down no longer"
"How can you say that, Mr. Hartman ~
moaned Peter Poore.
"Because," answered William, his
voice choking somewhat, II hold here all
the evidence of your former Indebtedness
to the bank"
"And was you 80 good as to buy my
note and mortgage, 80 could have time
to pay itP" asked Peter eagerly.
"Oh, did you, Mr. Hartmann" echoed
Mary, her eyes Frightening.
"Not that answered William in a
tone indicating that the thought Of such
. thing was unpleasant to him. II
should be very sorry were either Of you
to think that I could conscientiously
hold paper 80 tainted with usury, and"
He was about to add, $50 saturated with
human tears and blood !" but he did not
allow these words to escape his lips.
"Oh, please, Mr. Hartman, who do we
owe 1t to, then?'' pathetically asked
Mary Poore.
ITO no living human being" tri.
ho q Ia
"And now will briefly explain. Peter,
ust before you entered the bank, the
other night, Mr. Grabbe called me an ugly
name. because"
81 heard him, Mr. Hartman, /" interrupt
ed Peter, excitedly. HE called you
sheephead of lawyer, because" But
Peter suddenly recollected that he had
heard this only as an eavesdropper, and
he said no more.
because Of my respect for law and OF
my love for JUSTICE" continued the
young lawyer modestly, broad smile
overspreading his oountenance. "But I
am glad that he did, at least for your
sakes; for as soon as you left, Peter, 1
determined to find out which one of US
was really the sheephead, Jonathan
Grabbe OF myself. So simply gave
him bis choice, either to take the full
consequences imposed by the law that
he had so dishonored, or to instantly can
Gel and surrender the paper that you had
fully paid. It is not necessary for me to
tell you anything more, now, except that
1 succeeded in convincing him, then and
there, that the latter course would be
more to his interest. Good-by."
So saying, William Hartman hastily
placed the papers in Mary's hand and left
the house.
Mary cast hurried, astonished glance
1t their departing friend, and then began
eagerly to inspect the papers.
"Oh, Pete!" she cried excitedly. |
Here's the very note, and it says it's |
paid right across It! And here's a paper |
hats signed by Jonathan Grabbe, for |
he bank, that says our mortgage is fully |
paid and Satisfied"
Then Mary Poore fell upon her knees |
It the bedside, and gave vent to her over.
lowing soul. And quite as earnest
hanks were silently noated up to heaven
ven on the tears Of Peter Poore. At
asst, from their aching frames and bleed
ng hearts the heavy heel had been for
yer lifted.
A.