The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1906-08-23
DARREL, Of THE
BLESSED ISLES
BY IRVING BACHELLER,
Authos of Hedsn,- and l."
COPYRIGHT.
BY IRVING BACHELLER
CHAPTER xxx.

and Theron Allen. He was
now In debt to the doctor. He
needed money also for cloth
Ing and boots and an enterprise all had
been discussing.
"I'll give you $500 for the mare"
said Allen.
Trove sat In thoughtful silence, and
presently Allen went out of DOORS
The woman got her savings and
brought them to her son.
"There Is S23 an it may help you"
she whispered.
'No, mother, can't take it," said the
young man. II owe you more now than
can ever pay. l shall have to sell the
mare. It's great trial to me, but
but honor Is better than horses"
"Well, I've surprise for you," said
she, bringing n roll of cloth from the
bedroom. "Those two old maids spun
the wool, and I wove it, and, see, It's
all been fulled."
you're as good as gold, mother, and
so are they. It's grand to wear In the
country. but Tm going away and ought
to have an extra good suit. I'd like to
look as fine as any of the village boys,
and they don't wear homespun. But
I'll have plenty of use for It,"
Next day he walked to Jericho Mills
and paid the doctor. He went on to
Mllldam, buying there q handsome new
outfit of clothing. Then he called to
see the president of the bank-that one
which had set the dogs of the law on
him.
"You know I put $1,000 In the bank
OF Hillsborough," said Trove when he
sat facing the official. 81 took the
money there, believing 1t to be mine.
If, however. it is yours, wish to turn
1t over to you"
at is not our money" said the presi-
dent. "That bundle was sent here, and
we investigated every bill-a great
task, for there were some 300 of them.
Many are old bills and two the issue
of banks gone out Of business. It's all
very curious problem. They would
not have received this money. but they
knew Of the robbery and suspected you
at once Now we believe absolutely In
your honor"
tion," said Trove, rising.
He took the cars to Hillsborough.
There he went to the Sign of the Dial
and built fire In its old stove. The
clocks were now hushed. He found
those Darrell had written of and de-
hvered them. Returning, he began to
wind the cherished clocks of the tinker
rlI hA haI
there In his wandering-and to start
their pendulums. One OF them, a tall
clock In the corner with a calendar
dial, had this legend on the inner side
of its door:
Halted In memory OF u good man.
Its hands pointing to the moment Of his
death,
Its voice hushed In his honor.
Trove shut the door of the old clock
and hurried to the public attorneys
Office, where he got the address Of Le-
blanc. He met many who shook his
hand warmly and gave him a pleasant
word. He was In great fear Of meet
ing Polly and thought Of what he
should do and say IL he came face to
face with her. Among others he met
the school principal.
Coming back to work." the latter
inquired.
"No sir, I've got to earn money"
Eve need another teacher, and rll
recommend you"
"Pm much obliged, but I couldn't
come before the fall term" said Trove.
"Ill try to keep the place for you,"
said his friend as they parted.
Trove came slowly down the street,
thinking how happy he could be now If
Darrell were free and Polly had only
trusted him. Near the Sign of the
Dial he met Thurston Tilly.
Back againT Trove inquired.
"Back again. Boss gin up farmin'."
"Did he make his fortune?"
"No; he had one give to him."
"Come and tell me about It."
Tilly followed Trove up the old stair
way into the little shop.
"Beg yer pardon" said Thurst turn
Ing, "are you armedT
"No." said Trove, smiling.
"a man shot me once when I want
doln' nothin' but tryin T. tell story,
an l don't take no chances. Do you
remember my boss tellin' that night In
the woods how he lost his money in the
fire o. '35T
"Yes"
"Waal. I guess 1t had suthin' Z do
with that. One day the boss an me