Condon globe. (Condon, Gilliam Co., Or.) 189?-1919, 1901-08-15

the morning OF the wedding. when she
was told that she was not 20 return 20
the poorhouse again.
'And verify, have this day met with
a great deliyerance." said she, and tears.
the first shed In many year. mingled
with the old creatures thanks for this
unexpected happiness. A Mary was leay-
ing she whispered In her ear. If your
travels lead you near my WillIe's grave
drop q tear on II for my sake. You'll
lind " under the buckeye tree, where the
tall grass and wild flowers grow"
George had relatives In Chicago, and.
after spending a short time in that city
Mary, remembering Sally's request, ex.
pressed desire to visit the spot renown-
cd az the burial place OF willie and
Hlllie's father" Ever ready to crafty
her slightest wish. George consented, and
toward the close OF mild autumnal day
they stopped AZ small public house on
the border Of vast prairie. The arrival
OF 80 MISUNDERSTANDING people caus-
ed quite n commotion. and after duly In
specting Mary's handsome travelling
dress aud calculating It's probable cost,
the hostess departed to prepare the even
ing meal. which was soon Forthcoming.
When supper was over and the family
had gathered into the pleasant sitting
room. George asked u there was ever q
man 10 those parts by the name OF Fur
bush.
what. Bill FurbushT 7" asked the land
lord.
George did not know. but thought Ike
~ that might have been his name, as his
sou was called William.
"I.ud. yesp' returned the landlord. ~
knowed Bin Furbush well-he came here
from Massachusetts. and ! from Var
mont; but poor feller. he was too weakly
to bear much, and the FIRST fever he took
finished him up. His old wcman was as
clever creature AS ever was, but she
had some high notions"
"Did she die. tooT' asked George.
"No. but It's pity she didn't. for when
Bin and the boy died she went rayin'
mad. and ! never felt so like cryln' as |
lid when see her a learlu' her hair and
goln' on so. We kept her spell, and
then her old mans brothers girl came for
her aud took her off: and the last heard
the girl was dead, and she was In the
po0fhonse somewhere East. Sine was
born there. h'lleye."
'No. she worn't. either" said the land
lady, who for some minutes had been
aching to speak. "No. she warn't, either:
| know all about 1t. She was born In
England, and got TO be quite a girl be-
fore she came over. Her name was
Sarah Fletcher aud Peter Fletcher, who
died with the cholera, was her own un-
Gle. nnl all the connection she had in
this country; but goodness. suz, what ails
your" she added, as Mary turned white.
while George passed his arm around her
TO keep her from falling. Here, 30
phrony, fetch the campfire; she's goin'
TO faint"
But Mary did not faint. and after
smelling the camphor, she said, go on,
madam, and tell me more OF Sarah
Fletcher"
"She can DO It." whispered the land
lord. with sly wink. "She knows ev.
erybody's history from Dan to Beer
shelby"
This intimation was wholly lost on the
good-humored hostess, who continued,
"Mr. Fletcher died when Sarah was
small. and her mother married Mr.,
| don't justly remember his name"
"remple" suggested Mary.
"Yes. Temple, that's It, He was rich
aud cross, and broke her heart by the
time she had her second baby. Sarah
, was adopted by her Grandmother Fleteh'
er, who died, and she came with her
uncle to America"
did she ever speak Of her slstersT'
asked Mary, and the woman replied:
Before she got crazy she did. One
! OF 'em, she said, was In this country
somewhere, and t'other, the one she re
membered the best, and talked the most
about, lived In England. She said she
wanted to write to 'em, but her uncle. he
hated the Temples, so he wouldn't let her
and as time went on she kinder forgot
'em, and didn't know where to direct
and after she took crazy she never would
speak of her sisters. or own that she had
any"
"Is Mr.. Furbush buried near here 2
asked George and the landlord answered
Little better than stones throw.
| can see the very tree from here, and may
be your younger eyes can make out the
graves He ought to have a gravestun
for he was good feller."
The new moon was shining, and Mary
who came to her husbands side, coul(
plainly discern the buckeye tree, and tn,
two graves where willie and Willie,
father" had long been sleeping. Tht
next morning before the sun was up Mar,
stood by the mounds where often Ill
years gone by Sally Furbush had seen tn,
moon go down, and the stars grow pal,
in the coming day, as she kept her tire
less watch over her loved and lost.
willie was my cousin-your cousin,
said Mary, resting her hand upon the bi
OF board which stood at the head OF tn,
little graves, George understood he
wishes, and when they left the place
handsome marble slab marked the spo
where the father and his infant son wer
buried,
CHAPTER XXIV