Bryan morning eagle. [volume] (Bryan, Tex.) 1898-1909, 1901-10-19

The arrival or the ilrst Datch or let
tiers after the establishment Of rural
frte delivery ln Mansfield. Conn. re-
called to au a. spiady of that town a
postal lncld5-t remembered In her
family Tor years. My mother al.
ways cried when she told the story"
she said
When my mother was little girl.
the narrator went on. 10 have ones let
tiers regularly brought and handed In
at the door would have seemed a
miracle Of privilege. aud to get them
without paying postage would have
been another. Malls were 80 slow aud
uncertain that the safe arrival Of an
expected letter 10y any means was an
event IA country family. with the
postoilice miles away.
Sometimes the delivery was helped
along by volunteer carriers--a farmer
going home from the grist mill, a
housewife returning from market town
with her bargains Of lamp oil, West
India molasses and green ten, or even
n passing peddler with his load OF tin
ware and corn brooms. In the old war
time the army had post riders. but
they were few and far between.
My grandfather was a soldier OF the
Revolution. and grandmother kept the
home fire burning here. and provided
for their three children as well as she
couid while he was az the front. All
summer she had heard no word OF him.
and when one autumn day n man In a
military cloak rode TO the door on
white horse her heart beat quick.
Docs Ruth Fuller live hereT he
says. holding a thick letter In his hand.
"Yes. am Ruth tuller." and grand
mother reached eagerly for the letter,
for she saw the address In her hus-
bands handwriting.
The pcs,gge - : ssriify
Grandmother's counteuance fell. for
there wasn't 30 much money In the
house.
Guess you don't know me-" remark
ed the man, opening his cape and tip
ping back his cooked hat. but still bold
Ing the letter. She knew him then-an
enemy capable OF mean revenge.
"Ah. yes. you remember Tom Turner
and how he asked you to marry him
and you give him No. thankee.' and
took John Fuller. wasn't good enough
70 marry ye. but I'm good enough now
10 bring ye letters from the man that
did. and I'm good enough 10 charge ye
n steep price for goln' out o. my way.
80 hand over your shillln's and take
your letter"
The poor woman told him she had no
money. To be held up In this heartless
and Insulting way was n bitter hurt TO
her. Her grief was deeper than be,
resentment. but she was too proud 70
let the cruel fellow see her weep.
Il will get you a good dinner" she
said. "and feed your horse and give
you pair Of nice long stockings"
II was a humiliation TO plead with
Tom Turner. but she could do no less.
Money or nothln'." he says. and he
put the letter In his pocket and rode
away.
GRANDMOTHER went into the house
and sat down and cried. and her chill
dren. clinglng about her, cried too.
During her long months Of waiting. at
odd hours she had spun and woven
cloth aud sewed garments and knitted
wooden stockings for Johns winter
comfort. trusting TO find some way TO
send them TO him. Now the messenger
had come and gone who could at least
have carried word. and he had refused
even 10 give her her husbands letter.
MA God knows what the bad man
did" sobbed one OF the little ones.
"Hc knows what nice things you've
made for pa, and he'll send good man
next time"
The baby's thought relieved the moth
er's despair. and the three lonely hearts
prayed and waited anxiously for the
next time," and. sure enough. before
winter came they saw the same white
horse galloplng toward the house. Hes
brought the letter backT they ali cried
out together. for they believed the rid
er TO be the same man.
Grandmother rushed from the door
with all her children. The horseman
held out the same letter. aud as he
gravely put II into her hands she
glanced up to his face and screamed
for Joy.
"Johnl II Is your
II did not take her husband long TO
tell the rest OF the story. Tom Turner
had returned 10 headquarters. and one
night, made talkatlve by au extra ra-
tlon OF rum, be had Dragged how he
''got even' with an old sweetheart
who jilted him. His exploit reached
the ears OF bis commanding officer.
who took away his commission and
put my grandfather In his place. The
new post rider had brought his own
letter TO his wife. II was the first rural
free delivery IN Mansfield town