The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1902-08-03


a. the other side of the reservoir, its slow
ieVoiutions bringing in a thousand pounds
eacn turn as the simple people of
Aareoridge devoutly believed.
= was true enough, as the woman said.
Hdl the river Yare had been yoked in to
mare mat whirr of many wheels which
might be heard proceeding from the stored
oulIdlngs OF the Yarebridge fax mills.
winch here occupied both'sldes of the prin-
elpal t~horoughfare, and stretched to right
@nu 70 left over many acres.
"A swift river, flowing from far-off hills.
through miles and miles Of pleasant mead
~o"-iands, the Yare broadened out magnid-
Gently as 1T approached the bridge from
which the little town had obtained its
NAME making what at first sight seemed to
De a spacious lake, with osier beds fringing
It's margins. And it was all the more lake
IKE because, before it reached the bridge
IL was chained in by high semi-circular
stone walls, over which it poured only in
times OF flood, making then a respectable
Niagara OF it's own. On ordinary DAYS at
All It's waters were diverted for the purpose
OF turning the wheels and driving the
splndles Of the Yarebridge mills, beyond
winch they were, after their hard labor.
set free in a tumultuous torrent, to find
ther way again into III old river bed.
and to flow on peacefully and indelently
uhtI they were once more unclaimed for
similar labor when they had travelled a
dozen miles further towards the sea.
An Just TO bring them a fortune; for it
brings nothing but toll and poverty to U.S."
sald the other MISUNDERSTANDING woman to
her companion.
on were none so badly off, what with
what the men earn, and what the children
earn and what we earn ourselves. We Just
make shift anyhow; and that's something
10 be thankful for, Hannah Haig."
1 suppose it is, Betsy jenkins, specially
when the children grow up, as ours has
zone and there's enough coming to leave
US free TO look after our own hearthstones. -
It'll be a cold hearthstone they'll be
having at the Hall at Bridgend, I'm think
lng' never mind ali their servants to keep
1t warm and Clean" said Betsy, as the two
women sauntered on into the town, their
little marketing baskets on their arms.
But why mightn't it be a love match,
Betsy?' asked Hannah Haig.
"A love. match! What? Between tn
young mester and Lawyer w~agstafrs gen!
There's no love-match there, / can tell you:
Why that woman Will be like a toad teth-
cred by one leg to a milestone"
You were always a woman hard in your
judgments, Betsy Jenkins" said Hannah
Haig. why shouldn't they be happy, even
if they have got such a lot of money. L
could be happy enough with only a hand
full Of X, that L could
Happier without any Of it than them
with the whole of it. of tina you may be
sure. Why. it's Patience Morton, her as
turned dressmakker, hat tn young mes
ter's fond on"
you don't say so. Betsy?'
But 1 do say so; and who could say It
with more reason, for wasn't my sister
Jane parlor maid at tn hall before tn
young mester went away?"
Its many a time I've wondered why
he did go away. Betsy" said Hannah Haig.
why, just because he wanted to marry
Patience Morton. What else could it be?''
What hindered him, then?'
why, his ovid father hindered him, of
course. 1t was Lawyer Wagstaff's daugh-
ter that tn ovid mester wanted him TO
marry. And now, it seems, he's got his
way. This was how it was, for our Jane
heard it all. so you want to marry that
Morton gell?' says tn ovid meser. Yes,
and L mean to marry her, too says tn
young one, who always was a bold, disre-
spectful sort of chap. Then you'll get
out of my house. tn owd mester SAYS.
What for?' says tn young one. Because
there'H be no Morton gels here says owd
Starberry. It's Lawyer Wagstaff's daugh-
ter you are going to marry he says. III
see her somewhere first says young John.
Then you can get out of this house. says
tn OVID mester. Where am TO go to-?
tn young mester says. To tn bottomless
pit, If you like says his father. After
you says his son. And then he turned
away and rung for his valley, and they
packed up and went away goodness knows
where. All, they never could abide each
other, those two. father and son is they
were"
''WelI. Welt And so you tell me-. And
young Mester John comes back after these
many years. and is going to marry Lawyer
Wagstaff's CELL after ALL"
aye, and to be a partner in the mills
and to have the hall at Bridgend to him
self, and to nave as much money as tn
big water-wheel would make in twenty
years time if it went around ever so fast. .
'.And he'n have forgotten Patience Nor
ton, / reckon"
More likely to have remembered tina
his fathers a rich man, Hannah. It's the
p~rodigal returning from his husks. il
seems to me, and nothing but husks he'll
get now mes come back. if he's to marry
Lawyer Wagstaf's CELL"
'Gell no longer. Betsy" said Hannah
Haig. why, she must be twenty-sever
If she's a day"
FAYE, and she's not like green apples
She's none the better for keeping, neither
In good looks nor sweetness"
"WelI. I'm sure I wish neither of then
any harm, Betsy. And they nay be happy
enough. one with so much money and the
other with such a way of spending II or
6ne clothes. 1 wonder what Patience Nor
ton will think, if he wanted to marry hei
once, as you say"
..Eh. goodness knOws!- Blu what do you
srnnose. Hannah? She's actually got tn
wedding gowns to make. You can be sure
she'll think enough"
III.
II e always as the poet says:
love gives itself, and, If not given
No wealth nor wisdom, worth nor wit;
cold of earth, no gem OF heaven
Il rich enough to purchase it,