The Richmond palladium. (Richmond, Ind.) 1906-1907, 1906-10-14
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THE second week OF September
Trove went down the hills
~ again to school. with food and

THE second week Of September
81 Trove went down the hills
~ again to school. with food and
furniture beside him in the
great wagon. He had not been happy
since he got honae. Word of that even
ing with the pretty Vaughn girl had
come To the earssof Allen
You're too young for that. boy" said
he the day Troye came. You must
promise me one thing-that you'll keep
away from her until you are eighteen"
In every conviction Allen was like
the hills about him-there were small
changes on the surface. bur underneath
firm. unmoying hills.
But I'm In love with her" said the
boy. with dignity. 1T is more than
can bear. l tell you. sir that l regard
the young lady with-with deep afrec-
tioR-" He had often dignity of
phrase and manner beyond his years.
Then ii viii last" said Allen.
You're only a boy. and for awhile
know what is best for YOU"
Trose had TO promise, and as that
keen edge of his feeling wore away
doubted no more the wisdom of his IA
Their lie wrote Polly letter quaint
with hoyish chivalry aud frankness,
one OF package that has lain these
many years in old ribbons and the
scent of lavender
He went TO the Sign of the Dial as
soon as he got to Hillshorough that
day. Darrell was AT home. aud happy
time it was. wherein each gave account
Of the summer. A stranger sat work
ing at the small bench. Darrell gave
him no heed. chatting as if they were
quite alone.
And what is the news In Hillsbor-
ough?" said Troye his part of the story
finished.
Have We not heard?' said Darrell in
a whisper. "Parson Hammond hath
snapped horses"
Trove began to laugh.
Nay. that is not all" said the tinker.
his pipe in hand. Deacon Swackham-
mer hath sinhten the head o. Brooke.
Oh, sor, twas a comedy. Brooke gave
him an i'll sounding word. Swackham-
mer removed his coat an flung ii
down. Deacon, lie there said he.
Then each began, as il We're, to bruisc
the head o. the serpent. Brooke, poor
man, he got the worst of it. An. sad
to tell, his wife died the very next
day"
''Of what?" Trove inquired.
Marry, / do not know; it may have
been joy" said the tinker. lighting his
pipe. .Ah, sor. Brooke is tough. He
smites the helping hand an sickens the
heart o kindness. / offered him help
an sympathy, an he made it all bitter
with suspicion O. me. / turned away
an said l to meself: Darrell. thy head
is soft. A babe could brain thee with
a lady's fam"
Darrell pulled his pipe In silence a
little time.
Every one hates Brooke" said
Trove.
well, I'd another chance to try the
good law on him." said Darrell present
~. 'In July he fell sick o. fever. an
l delayed me trip TO nurse him. At
length, when he was nearly well an
had come to his home one evening.
the Widow Glover met me at his door.
"If ye expect money fer comm here,
We better go on bout yer business
Brooke shouted from the bedroom. L
don't nsed ye any more. an I'll send
We a bushel o. potatoes by n by. Good
day
mot a word O. tlianksr the tinker
exclaimed. Wrath o. God i fear
there is but one thing would soften
him."
And what il thaty'
"A club" said Darrell. "But God for
give me! must put away anger. Soon
it went about that Brooke was to mar
~ the widow. All were delighted, for
each party would be in the nature of
a punishment. Gods justice. They did
deserve each other"
Darrell shook with happiness and re-
lighted his pipe.
''Mayhap we've seen the dear lady"
Darrell went on. "She is large, bony.
weaver of some fifty
amiabie nor fair to look