The Richmond palladium. (Richmond, Ind.) 1906-1907, 1906-12-02
CHAPTER XXXIII.
had come to Hillsborous

4 comeIy young man, his attire fash
l0nable, his form erect. Soon he was
pn the familiar road to Robins Inn
In the air was an odor of the narrowed
earth, and UP in the hills shout Of
greeting came out of field or garden as
Trove went by. 1t was a walk to re-
member, and when he had come near
fhe far siGs of Pleasant valley he
could see Pally waving her hand to
him at the edge of the maple grove.
Supper is waiting" said she n1er
fily as she came to meet him There's
biueberries and biscuit and lots OF nice
things
I'm hungry said he. "But first,
dear, let us enjoy love and Kisses
Then by the lonely road he held her
close to him, and each could feel the
heartbeat of the other, and for quite a
moment speech would have been most
idle and inadequate.
Now the promise, Polly said he
soon. 81 go not another step until !
have your promise to be my wife,
You do not think I'd let one treat
me that way unless / expected to mar
~ him, do you?" said Polly as she
fused with a ribbon bow. her face red
Win piuSnes. Iou VIC musseu ne an
up"
I'm to be a teacher in the big
school, and if you were willing we
could be married soon"
"Oh, dearr said she, signing and
looking UP at him with a smile. I'm
too happy to think" Then followed
another moment of silence, in which
the little god, IL he were near them.
must have smiled.
Won't you name che day nowY' he
insisted.
''Oh, let's keep that for the next
chapter" said she Don't you know
supper is waiting?'
Its all like those tales Il, be contin
ued in our next" he anawered, With
a laugh.
Then they walked slowly up the long
hill arm in arm.
How very grand you look!' said
she proudly. did you see the govern
orr"
Yes. bur he can do nothing now
It's the only cloud in the sky"
Dear old man. said Polly. "WeHl
md way TO help him."
But he wouldn't thank us for help
there's the truth of it," said Troye
quickly. Hes happy and content
Here is letter that came today:
Dear sidney-Think of all I have said
to thee. an IL we remember well, boy, il
will bear thee up Were 1 indeed. We
believe, drinking the cup o bitterness for
thy sake. know we not the law viii make
1t sweet for me? After all have said to |
thee. are we not prepared? Is my work /
wasted? Is the seed fallen upon the /
rocks? And. if we hold to thy view. con-
sider-would ye rob the dark world o. the
light O sacrifice? Nay ye will answer. |
Then / say. If We would give me peace, /
70 to thy work. boy. and cease to waste |
myself with worry and foolish wander
ing
Somehow it puts me to shame"
said Trove as he put the letter In his /
pocket. Pm SO far beneath him.
shall obey and go to work and pray
for the speedy coming of Gods JUS
tiec."
Its the only thing to do" said she.
"Sidney. / hope now l have right to
ask if you know who is your father?"
II believe him to be dead"
Dead There was a note of sur
prise in the word,
II know not even his name"
1T is all very strange" said Polly.
In a moment she added. 81 hope you
will forgive my mother il she seemed
to doubt you."
II forgive ALL" said the young man.
"T know it was hard to believe me in
nocent."
"And impossible to believe you
guilty. She was only waiting for more
light"
The widow and her two boys came
out to meet them.
Mother, behold this big man. He is
TO be my husband" The girl looked up
at him proudly.
"And my sonT' said Mrs Vaughn,
with a smile as she kissed him. You've
lost no time"
"Oh. l didn't intend to give up so
soon" said Polly, "but-but the supper
would have been ruined
Its now on the table," said Mrs
Vaughn.
I've news for you,'' said Polly as
they We're sitting down. funk has re-
formed
He must have been busy said
Trove. land he's ruined his epitaph.'
His epitaph?''
yes; that one Darrell wrote for him:
Here lies Tunk. o grave, where is thy
VICTORY
funk has one merit. He never de-
ceived any one but himself said the
widow
Horses have run away with him.
Trove continued. His character is like
, broken buggy, and his imagination
that's the unbroken colt Every day
for long time the colt has run away
with the wagon. tipping it over and4
Aragging it in the ditch until every bolt
b loose every spoke rafting and
every Ty.''
"He better and compIains
less" " answered
"Ofte- stands very straight and
walks like you" said Polly. laughing.
'He thinks you are the only great
man." so spoke the widow
"Gone from one Illusion to another"
Daid Trove.
II do not understand YOU" said POI
". Nov, we heard of the shot and
Iron-how you came by them and how
onr aight you threw them into the
river at HlliSbororuh That fed nor