The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1905-08-06

A little girl came rushing into tho
gate OF the vicarage Mt Postbrldge, Dart
moor; and 1t CHANGED that she met tho
minister himself ms lie bent In his garden
ana scattered lime around upsprlngng
seeds.
Then a small, breathless voice broke
In upon him: sslj 435 X .s$g &;
,Pleaso Sir. mother sent me, an r'vo
ruined almost all the way from our cot
Mut,dy. please Hem dying, an no says
ho'vo gotfsomething very special to tell
anybody as II care to come an listen to
1t. But nobody don't want to hear his
secrets In tho Village; 80 mother said
! twas your job, please, an sent mo for
your honor
My job'-yes so It Is. little maid,
I'll come ut once. AM they'd bettor
send for tho doctor 1t Isn't his regular
visiting day Until Thursday but prob
ably It's his job, too s. s$
Mother axcd the old man that: an
he said as he didn't want no doctor, nor
his trade (rncdloiney. neither. He says
him nearly Il hundred years old; an
he won't be messed about with; but lust
die easy nm comfortable"
In twenty minutes the clergyman had
walked mile and CROSSED strip OF tho
WluSEHcSo kNdI oNlcLSllCu OuIlN hDn = \
the little hamlet on 5Dartmoor, whore he
labored. a single cottage separated
from tho TEST by wde tracts Of furzo
and heather stood here, and near 1t lay
atsneglected garden. But CATER Mundy
had long ceased to fight tho Moor Or
care for his plot OF land
Como in, whoever you may be-. sad
an ancient voice, SO tho visitor obeyed
and entered, to find the sufferer fully
dressed, sitting by n fire OF peat. Noah
Mundy was once very tall. but now his
height had vanished and he had beet.
long bent under his burden Of years.
A bald yellow skull rose above his
countenance, and infinite ago marked his
face. Very weak was the man and very
thin He was toothlcss and almost hair
less; the scanty beard that fell from
his chin was white, while his noustache
had long been dyed with snuff to a
! lively yellow He made 1t n boast that
he&could not write, and he would not
read. There was no book in his house.
$''Tis you-eh? I could have wished for
a man out of your trade. but 1T won't
matter. I've got n thing worth telling
but mark this:I dom care d button what
you Trunk Of It, anil don't want mono
of your bunkum an lies after I've told
It, sit down an s smoke your pipe. for
what be going to tell e happened more'il
sixty years ago.
My smoke won Z bother you? f,y
BAH. I've smoked and $chewed an
snuffcd for NOR. n. half a century. IT wha,
! you tell to church be true, shall have
4 smoke an fire., too, aforc long. But
don't set no store by It,"
"13etter leave that, Mr.. Mundy. II you
really believe your end is near, let us be
ASso Voc .fI,1l srnaJ,es nv nina a nf
you must feel livery, very sure, that what
you tell me Is absolutely sacred. unless
you wish 1t otherwise.
.'Nought sacred about It, reckon
all t'other way. An as for telln', don't
care a curse who know 1t now Walt til
I'm out Fit; an then do as you please.
He drank q little milk, and presently
| began to tell his lfe,s strange tale. ID MI
"Me an my brother was the only chill
dren our para1ts ever had; an my
brother was five years older'n me. MY
father, Jonas N1undy, got money through
a will, an he brought 1t to Dartmoor
like a fool, an rented btof Moor from
the Duchy Of Cornwall. an built a farm
upon It,, and set to work to reclaim the
land At first he prospered. an Allel
Bottom Farm, as my father called It.
was a promising place, so long as sweat
OF man poured out there without ceaslns
/ You cal see the ruins Of it yet, for when
1t failed to me. ] left It an coined VI
here. is
"When / was fifteen an my brother
John James, was twenty. us both failed
in love with the same maid. You stare
but though fifteen In years, was twenty
five in understanding, an a very oncom-
Ing youth where women were concerned
Nelly Baker had turned seventeen an
moro than once ! told her nat sthoeuusE