The Brattleboro daily reformer. (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1913-1955, 1916-07-31
AT SHERIFF'S SALE
BY CATHERINE CRANMER.

Five years after John Morton left
Prineville he had become successful
civil lawyer with some very big names
on the list of clients. With profess
sional success had come also social
recognition and establishment in exclu-
sive bachelor quarters. All this had
kept him so occupied that scant time
had been left to keep up friendly in
tercourse with the Prineville people.
and since the death of his only Prime
vile relative, John Daniels, the law
yer with whom he had first read law.
he had not been back to visit the little
county seat town.
Seated in his book-Iined office one
summer morning. John Morton was
going over his personal accounts.
Just then the postman came In and
deposited some mail on Johns desk.
Ihere were some letters of profess
sional import, club notice Of ban
quet for distinguished visitor to
the city, legal publication or two and
the little home paper from Prineville
Many copy of the Weekly Argus
| mad gone into the waste basket I'M
opened, but on this particular morn
ing it was the paper that claimed
| precedence over all the other mail
over in the right-hand column Of
| the third page was row of legal no
tees, and a glance over these
| brought an indrawn whistle of sur
| prise from John.
The cause of his agitation was this
notice: Pursuant to the order of the
| county court, the undersigned. sher-
III OF Cornwall county, will on Mon
day, June the twelfth, at the north
| door OF the courthouse, at ten o'clock
in the forenoon, sell at public sale
to The highest bidder for cash certain
| property of Barbara Anderson, con-
sisting Of the following" Then fol-
lowed a detailed description of what
John readily recognized as the old
Anderson homestead, which stood on
the outskirts of Prineville, and which
he recalled as the scene of many
lively tennis game with Barbara With
his elbows on the desk and his head
notice, but what he really saw was
a thousand incidents of summers
gone by.
He also thought of the friendly cor
| respondence he had kept up with
| Barbara when he first came to the
city, and he WINGED as he realized
that it was largely due to his negli-
| gence that the correspondence had en-
ttrely died out. Other causes were
that he had been busy with his pro-
| fession and Barbara had been tied
down by the invalidism Of her mother
following the shock of her fathers
death in railroad accident.
He called the stenographer in and
let loose such an avalanche of rapid
dictation that she had to bend over
her notebook with flying fingers and
alert ears to catch all he said At ten
O'Clock Monday morning, enough of
her whirlwind notes still remained to
be Transcribed to keep her busy all
day, but there was no danger of her
ton was hundred miles away and was
at that moment alighting from his
dusty roadster in front OF the old
| Anderson homestead.
With the directness and determine
ton which had in five years time put
him on a professional plane with men
ten years his senior, John had, in five
minutes time, told Barbara that sue
cess had brought him nothing that
took the place of their comradeship OF
five years before, and he begged her
to renew it and to let him be a fire.
quent visitor at the old home as be.
fore.
You'd always be welcome, john
she said cordially, but sadly, but the
old home is being sold this minute at
the courthouse door. If it brings
enough to pay the mortgages and to
keep me in New York until l can quail
ify for office work, I'll be in luck. You
see, I couldn't leave mother to earn
anything, and to give her the comfort
she needed the home was heavily
mortgaged. Perhaps you didn't know
OF her death"
John was ready to begin an explana
tfon when the telephone rang.
IT'S the sheriff, I'm sure" said Bar
bara nervously "He is to call me III
to say when and where to come te
sign the deed; but ! can't talk. Wont
you answer him."
John held brief conversation over
the telephone, ending with an assur
ance that they would come right down
Barbara rose bravcy and advanced
toward the door. With her hand or
the door knob, she turned to John.
Who bought it-St. Roses parish
} or the Masonic lodge."
, Neither" he answered.
But there couldn't have been any
other buyersi Were there no bids
at all?" Both hope and fear were II
her surprised inquiry.
: Eyes, Barb, there was buyer" Johr
spoke quietly, and he took Barbara's
: hand from the door knob and held i