Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1905-03-20

"She GOT dotpn on her knees an sent up |
prayer that ripped the roof OF.
i-goin' to git the legislature to exhon-
Jrate yore pa.
Judge Moore was in the warehouse
as come by, talkin' to Mr.. Hillyer, an
he come out an tuck me by the mana,
an says he, Mrs. Buckley, me n them
twelve men made a awful mistake.
AM says he, EFF case like that hao
come up in a community whar doctors
an lawyers was up to the latest notch
I'm new discoveries a plea OF insanity
would IA been made an sustained.
But says he, the twelve jurors VIII
sign a paper with me, an yore nus
bands name will be cleared, Oh'
George, it mighty nigh breaks my
heart. l flowed all them years that
yore pa was Jest mean am stubborn an
had old Nick in i'm, while the trutn
was>he couldn't help hissef. It's goln
to be in all the newspapers tomorrow.
Are you glad to hear it, George"
"More than anything" was the reply
in a low, husky tone.
'I hain't through yet went on the
old woman, wiping her eyes. '"They
all read Mr.. Hillyer's letter to me about
| how you refused the combination 10
the safe, preferrin' to die ruther than
give in, because you wanted to show
the world you was honest, an how you
was shot down an lay hoverin' betwlxt
this life an the next, an / never SEED
a set O. men more anxious to be kind to
a woman in affection. They got the
idea we was needy, an started in to
collect a lot O. money, but stopped
EN- l told 'em you wouldn't like that"
mo, l wouldn't" said George; "but
1 am glad they wanted to do it,
when l got to yore pa he was too
| fur gone to know me-" went on Mrs.
Buckley. 81 jest wish he had. was
so sorry fer him when 1 seed how thin
an wasted he was, with the prints on
his pore ankles whar'-
She broke down and began to sob.
George Buckley sat up more erectly.
"Its the way God, Providence or what
ever it is that rules over all has OF
managing Matters he said, his eyes
flashing rebelliously, land, for my part
I'm tired trying to do right What's
the use? Why should that poor man
fall from his wagon while honestly en-
deavoring to earn living for his lam
ily, and through that accident end MS
life in a prison? That's his fate, while
such men as Telfare''-
Don't don't, George The OH
woman dried her eyes. 1T may al
seem wrong. but it hain't-it haint
My faith in my heavenly father i
brighter AN it ever was. don't know
exactly what it 'ud be fer, but fee
like drappin' on my knees an thanKll
i'm at this minute. My heart is III
o. sadness of a certain sort, but thar
another feelin' that l can't describe
AS was comm on in the train l &C
, TO imaginin' SEEM yore pore pa up l
heaven, whar know he is, an the fal
, CIV struck me that our Saviour helt ID
highest place up thar, beca'se he su
fered the most to help others along, a.
Z then the thought come that maybe U
{ thar with Their keen, spiritual eyes IL
t angels had seed all the good that
n growed out o. yore pas sutferin, a.
o was giyin' i'm credit fer his life dow
|, here. Thar's no tellin' what the goo
: may be. Yore pas trouble Is at II
n bottom of all Mr.. Hillyer's done Il
YOU. all the kindness O them men
t; the prison an the sympathy tnat
|. floodin' this town right now, beca
l, one man was so wrongly judged. Wh
IS George, it may make the courts mo
careful in the future, it may maj
i, doctors study diseases better, an
t will make some folks ashamed fer
1t fer ever sneerin' at the brave son
lie such a man. George, thar's one hea
Is in this town that's fowin' over wi
is joy-ef the news has reached her.
N do you think so, mother?"
n ooh, / know it, George know
to I'd give anything to see her face VIII
III it's told to 'er. She's led by them fol
o. her'n to some extent, but below
&C. that she's jest good, strong, suffer
ey woman"
ed George made no answer. They we
ne both silent for several minutes, ID
Dy Mrs. Buckley rose to leave. i wa
" to go out home" she said 1T VIII
lis sad, too, lookin' round the old piS
wv whar he used to be. Now mes go
al 1 don't seem TO remember any III
W. but the good, sweet things he USED
on do an say before his affection.
yn buried up thar, George, but after
m INDICATED, well bring him down
nj. an put i'm away whar he belongs
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