The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1905-01-18

chrrlage WlnuOW. IN trout
WOW of the little inn In Che
shire, with 4 stout, rough-looking man
in farmers yarb, ''if had expected to
see YOU here. 1 would have brought
along the money owe you; but have
It safely locked op for you in my bu-
reau drawer at home. ne added. with
q bland smile.
"Oh. never mind squire. I'm in no
special hurry bout it," replied the man
addressed as Jobson. 81 shall he up to
Wilkinsonville in week or so. and
will give you a call. I've a couple o.
more Of them choice cattle I'd like to
drive up to you when l come. Same
price as t'others you know and full
as good. If not better"
II don't know that care TO purchase
any more stock just at present." re-
piled the gentleman. blandly. "If you
had a good young filly well broken for !
a saddle horse for young lady. | |
might talk with you"
II think have my eye on Jest the |
snimal you want. squire For your
daughter, eh?"
Yes; mother and are just going to |
fetch her home from the seminary, |
where she Will graduate tomorrow
and. as I anticipate. with the highest
honors." This, with an excusable de- |
gree of fatherly pride.
"She ought, squire, that's a fact" |
returned Jobson, with seeming interest. |
''for I know you have put out stacks |
OF money on her education"
nVoc Wall oom z...-
when you come to Wilklnsonville |
Good-morningr'
And the carriage rolled away.
Two or three idlers, of the type
usually to be found lounging around
country taverns, had been interested |
listeners to the foregoing conversation. |
and among them was Tom DOlan. the |
landlords son, a reckless. dissolute |
Fellow, who had already cost his father |
many hard-earned dollar to keep him |
out Of the clutches Of the law.
There is the man that can show the
rocks TO you" said Jo5son. turning to
his companions. as the stylish equipage
moved off. Hes rich as mud and |
they've named the town after him |
FWilkinsonvllle. He's like all the rest
of these city chaps, you know-fur Of |
new-fangled notions about fancy stock.
and all that Why, a shrewd fellow
can pull the wool over his eyes as easy
as baby. Do you see. | know Just
such filly as he wants-a good saddle
horse for his daughter, well broke
he! he! Did you understand? The
mare Is going on ten, but shall sell
her for five. of course. He'll never |
know the difference unless some one |
tells him. l can buy her for hundred |
and quarter. and shall sell to him
Tor two hundred at least Why. I sold
him three-year-old Durham bull and
heifer this spring-short-horn fancy
breed. You know, ha! ha! for three
hundred and fifty dollars. and the two
only cost me seyenty-fye a year ago.
Pretty good pay for years keeping.
eh2 That's the money he was speak
ing about paying me just now; but
don't think I'd care to leave It In the
house with a servant girl, and no men
folks about. I'd expect to be robbed
fore got back"
Amt there no farm hands about the
places" questioned Tim. look of hun |.
CRY eagerness lighting up his stolid
features
''Yes; he keeps a half dozen or more;
but they are boarded by the manager
outside"
"And don't he keep dogs, eh2" querled
Tim.
Il never sawd any there excepting a
small rat terrier and a poodle. but be
keeps some excellent cider. l can tell
yeu" returned JobsOn. smacking his
lips at the recollection Of the pitcher.
ful he had drank there after the per.
petratlon OF the fraud he had lust
alluded to.
Speaking of the cider. makes me
think you can afford to treat ON that
trader interposed one Of the loungers.
with thirsty twinkle in his eyes.
well, Fagetty, I don't mind II
90" assented JobsOn, turning toward
the barroOm. Come. Tim let's 90 IN
and cider all hands round"
While Jobson and his companions are
drinking at the little tavern in Cheshire
we viii accompany the reader to Will |
6insonVllle, where the gentleman's es-
tate was attractlyely situated The
house had been left in charge of n
stout servant girl. and the field where
the farm hands We're at work was
good distance away. But Polly Miner
was in no way disturbed. She had
often been left alone to guard and pro-
tect the house. and she felt in no way |
concerned for her safety
1t was warm day, and doors and |
windows were open, while Polly her
self was as busy as bee fitting from
room to room, as she performed her
customary labors. Late in the after
noon a shadow falling across the kitch.
en- floor attracted her attention. and
she glanced up hastily from her work
directing her eyes toward the still open
door standing on the sill, and gazing
at her with mingled look OF admIra-
ton and mOckery. stood a beetle |
browed, rufiianly-iOoklng fellow. whom |
she at first took for one of the field
hands.
The second glance. however, salts |
fed her that the fellow was not one OF |
Mr.. Wllkinso'is men, and she began to |
feel little uneasy under his persist
ent glance. The house was embowered
In shrubbery, SO that she could not
even see the field In which the men
were at work