Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 9, Number 45, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 10 May 1879 — Page 6

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THE MAIL

TA PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE!

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Written for bo Mall,

"NOTHING BOT LEA VE&"

11 bought to have a garden

One that would be a source of oamforl and delight To all who should behold It. \J

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80 I gathered from my

Friends choice cuttings, bulbs aud seeds 1 found the rioheat soil, and made It flue and Smooth set oat my plant* with care, And waited tor the sunshine to bring thetaS

Into life,

[the rest I had a illy lowers and glossy leavt*

Amon

Whose creamy and pure Sweet breath were ray especial fancy. So, when the tender leaves began to grow, I watched It with a Joy akiu to love. Bat lo! I watched in vain, For months went by and yet no promise of a (lower, No bud of richest beauty met. my eye.

And then I sought my rose.

Surely, 1 thought, the rose, the eenliest of the flower*, Will yet reward my oare. And HO watched An 1 tended It as a mother would her child. I peeped among 1U leaves, hoping to find a

bud

But not a bud or flower e'er came to glad me With Its beauty. "Nothing but leaves."

And so 1 said I will not

Olve it ace. Why eutnbrs it the ground Then so nothing seemed to whisper to my he»trt, "Itnpttlent mortal! because your plant yltil *s No s#w flower, could at not thou spare It

v»! r.

A little longer? Does not thy Heavenly rather Htlll lengthen out thy life? How often does come Seeking ior fruit, and yet for all his vaardlan Care the poor reiurn has been 'Nothing but leaves'?"

See to it that the remnant

Of thy life be rich iu glorious work Prune off the useless oradches enrich the soli and Plant the seeds of charity so when the harvest conies And Me the Husbandman shall come seek lng ior Fruitage in our live*, oh let It not be said lie found "Nothing but leaves."

OMAHA, Neb., April 28,1878. S. E. L,

A LIFE PICTURE.

FIRST VOICE.

How like an egg Is life, A fresh-laid egg Its lines so smooth and fair.

So full of richness rare. With nutrient sweetness rifeHow like an egg?

Yea, fair upon I:s face, Like an Raster egg Without, so gayly decked,

With countles^oolors flecked Within, an empty space— hollow egg!

Hero of Brush Canon.

Mlllloent W. Shlnn, in San Francisco Argonaut.

Joe Brown was a good engineer, and knew his engine and the crooked road through Brush Canon as well as if it had been a wheelbarrow be was piloting through bis own dooryard yet, as the early darkness descended one gray February evening, and the trains approached the little station at the mouth of the canon, his plain, good-hearted faoe beoame shadowed with a look of troubled anxiety. 'Tain't so much you I mind, he said, apostrophizing the fireman, who sat in a limp, unbearing sort of way, with bis head drooping forward 'tain't yeu I mind I've learned to get through with you some fashion, an' I can do it always —I shouldn't feel no a ays right to risk the company's property, an' a good many lives, too, not even for you, old man, if I didn't know I could keep you straight. It's that there conductor that I don't feel noways easy about in my mind." "Wha'smasserco'ductor?" demanded the fireman, unexpectedly ronsing. "Got anvthin' say to me, I'll let him know. Run all's ol' train over th' bank 'f I like."

He stood up as he spoke, showing himself In the dim caboose, as a thin, dangerously wiry looking old man, whose stupid, drunken expression was rapidly giving way to oueof recklessness and mischief. "Gr me holt o' that thro'l-val'," he demanded, reaching out a thin, nervous hand.

Joo Brown, with a quicker movement than one would have thought the big, lumbering fellow capable of, stretchea one of his own great, smutty hands to meet his fireman's, and inclosed it in his capacious grasp. It was rather a gentle grasp cool and phlegmatic, too but jt felt as if heaven and earth could not loose it. "Now, look a' here, Zekel Purley," he said, "you ain't goln' to do nothin o' the sort. I'm here to take care o' this enginean' o'. you, an' I mean to do it. An' when you forget Rutbie and all, I'll remember 'em for you."

The tense, n»rvons vigor of Purley'a clutch gradually relaxed under the influence of Joe's stead band and voice He hesitated, wavered, and then dropped sullenly on his bench again.

It's always Ruth, and Ruth, and Ruth," he muttered "a man can't pay bis soul's his own." He was a little sobered, and his voloe growing steadier. "Whloh ain't noways a good sign," thought Joe. as he sounded the whistle, and slowed up. "I'll Just have to keep oloae by him at this station," he added, In his mind.

The long freight train, with much dashing together of cars, and many murmurs from the cattle and sheop within, came to a standstill. "Ho, B*own," shouted a peremptory voice outside, "come here.' I want to speak to yon." "Guess uMl have to come here, then Can't leave the engine, just now."

His emergency compelled him to respond more civilly thsn was his wont to such a peremptory bidding. "Why, man, what barm can eometo the engine, at a stand-still Oome *i*." "Yes, von'd think 'twas barm, If I ieft a drunken flremin to put on stesm canon and Into the crick, 'fore you ku*r what was the matter with you," muttered Joe, under bis breath. He knew bet. ter than to apeak loud enough for Pur. ley to hear, aud put Into his head the! Idea of thua running away with the train.

A qnlck, impatient step approached the engine, and tbe conductor stood near. "Now, see here, Brown," he sitdt aharply, "I want yon to ooine and ex

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lain thl* a witch to me, for tbe awltch gone, and I can't see how the aide track goes in this blasted dark, and we have to switch ofl here in the morn1 infR and I supposed every man on tbia road understood that tbe engineer i*

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ed Joe doggedly "we don't aide at all to-night, ana to-morrow morning we side at Brush. Tber'a a paaaeager train aides here in the morning, aud that's all the switch is ior the switchman's gone to bed, because there hain't no need of him to-uigbt, and there aiu'i no sort o' nae in your understanding this switoh nor siding." "Nonaeuae. What should they have a switchman tor, if he's only needed onoe a day?" 'Cause we take on a deal o' freight here of mornings for the formers, aud ba'a bosso* that, too." '•I don't believe you know what you are talking about, I'm going to telegraph td the superintendent for instructions at tha next office." '•I would," said Joe, with tremendous irony. "Give him a good idee of your sense wbeu you had your instructions to begin with. He'll think you're nice an' careful, an* got a first rate memory."

There was weight in that, and the conductor was silent a momeut or two, and then thought best to ohange the suMeot. "What's the great business that keeps you at your eugine? You don't seem so very busy with her.'

Poor Joe was not at all facile at lies so he reuiaiued silent not because he thought it the wisest coarse, bu' be cause be was raoking his brains 111 va'u for something to say. The oouduutor came nearer aud leaned into the cab Suddenly a iank figure started up and clutched him by the shoulders. "You're t»oiu' to meddle with me, are you I'll drink what I chose, for all the conductors 011 this line, and lor all old Stanford, or any of 'em. I'll pitch you into the tire I'll pitch 'em alliuto the tire. Bring on the whole crowd."

But the steady grip was ou him again as Brown, from beuind, held one arm with each hand. "Now, look here, Zekel Purley," he said again, with bis patient doggodness "you must sit down and keep still, and not make no more trouble. I'm goin' to take care o' you.

He seemed to have acquired a strange influence over the old man, for alter a few seconds Purley dropped his hands and sank down again. "I'm drunk, you see" he said, ex planatorily. "Joe here, he can manage me. But you can't, and I'll kill you some time when be ain't round."

Tbe conductor tell back several steps far enough to bring him into tbe glare of the bead-light. He was a youngish mail, with black hair and eyes, and slightly "buckish" air, not bad at heart, nor bard, but ooaceited, and, as some expressed it, out out on a mighty small pattern.

Such was the man—Arthur Fetber ing—who faoed Joe, Brown for a passionate moment. Joe, bis lonely, troubled face dimly visible in the cab, stood still, trying hard to think what be could do in this emergency. "Is this an ordinary thing?" demanded Feathering. "No 'tain't never happened before," said Joe, unblusbingly, "and it never will again. Any, wav, he can't do no harm. I'm so used to it, you see, I can manage him like a baby and there never comes no harm to the engine 'long of his spells, 'cause I keep watob on him."

Fetbering's contempt for poor Joe's blunder lessened bis passion. He looked at bis watch, and began to walk back toward tbe cars. "It seems you've been keeping up this outrage on the company for some time," he said, as be wcut, "It's well I discovered it early. You needn't think I shall connive at protecting you.for what you've done. You can keep him on till we lay up to-night, and then I'll telegraph for another man in his place, and report you." "Now, look a here," shouted Joe after him "I'd like to know what hurt it'll do the company—"

But Fethering called back, curtly: "We needn't discuss it start her up," and got aboard tbe train. "Well, you've done it now," sighed Joe, putting his engine in motion.

The long, dark train stirred, a jarring thrill went through it, tbe coupling bolts rattled, the cars clashed, the cattle lowed, and tbe sheep bleated then the train moved slowly on up the steep grode and entered tbe canon. Two steep mountain walls rose on either hand, dark as pitch, except where tbe light from tbe engine fell on their busby sides the traok wound along oue side, and far below, in the bottom of tbe narrow gulcb, tbe roar of a stream could been neard but for the nearer noise of the train. Up grades and down grades, around curves and over bridges, for half an hour, they rolled safely. It was not every engineer who could have taken bis train safely through Brush Canon by night with a drunken fireman, and most men who could have done it would have felt it a great deprivation to be unable to tell of tbe fact, but Joe Brown never thought of that, dear to his heart as was his professional reputation. He bad given up more than the small gratlcation of boasting to shield this drunken fellow. Before he learned so well how to manage him, be had taken the responsibly of an accident purely due to a drunken freak of Purley'a, and bad been degraded in consequence from a far more honorable and profitable position on a passenger train to bis present one. Not that be ever felt himself either a hero or a martyr on aonount of that it was not Joe Brown's way to thing macb about what he had done. He took bis misfortune as oue of the accidents flesh was heir to as much as tf be had been caugbt in a shower aud taken oold. As to any merit in standing by old Purley, it never occured to blm to do anything else. It was no feeling that be was an ill-used, or an unappreciated man, that overcast his slow, honest features with that troubled look, as tbe train rolled on between the dark, solemn mountain walls. "It's a pity," he said, slowly, bis voioe losing itself in tbe engine's roar, "to have kept him going for three year, and then lose all the good of it. If I hadn't been such a slow fello *, Fethering needn't never have known. I'd ought to ba' been sharper, aud that's a fact. I wiaht I was a smarter fellow, ao's I could he some good to you, Rutbiei I don't kuow what'll oome of it now."

But he did not let his meditations Ifmen bis vigilance, and tbe train moved on safely. Meanwhile, Fethering entered the emigrant

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fright train in California. There

were hall dnwm passengers there, among the real a couple of giggling girla who bad been chattering with before the train stopped.

About seven o'olock the train slowed and stopped, with all its jarring and crushing, at "Brush Canon Station"— distinguished from the canon itself by calling one "tbe Canon," the other "Brush." The headlight showed th«t tbe creek here received a tributary stream, causing the mountains to recede a little on the side of the tributary, leaving a small, triangular plateau, per haps an acre in extent. About tbe middle of the "flat" was a station of the approved liver oulor, but a little larger than usual, for tbe re was a telegraph office here, and a large water tank snp

ier orders of the conductor." plied trom mountain springs. On the "Oh, please, please," abe begged. "He We donM aide track. Jjere," respond- the dark platform stood a small figure, never'd get over it.

Joe, dreadfully penitent, hastened to say "Oh, don't think I wanted to harry you, Ruthie. I don't never mean to worry you it's more'n I could ha' expected that you'd engage yourself at all to a fellow like me. An' don't s'pose when he was this way he'd teel like puttin' stones on the track, an' such ike, "Oh, yes, I know he would. Ob, dear, dear! I don't believe that conductor knew all about it, or he'd never ha' been so mean. Why didn't you talk to him, Joe

I tried to," said Joe, penitently, "but he wouldn't bear me." Oh, Joe, Joe! that's just like you. I could ha' made him bear me." There was a pause then sbe said in a whisper:

Joe, I'm goin' to talk to him. "As scary as you are he said, admiringly. "Well, I don't s'pose he 0011 Id stand out again' you but he ain't noways nice to talk to." "But I'll do it for poor pa," she said, shiverin. "Let me go quick, Joe, before I get too scared. I'll have just time to get on tbe oar, if I go quick."

He watched tbe slight figure hurry down the platform then a call to "start her up" made him turn, rouse the doaing Purley, and pnt bis engine in motion again.

Tbe two girls, who had been parading the platform in the dark, aud giggling at brakeman aud switch tender, now scrambled aboard with much baste, and were meditating a descent on the conductor, who s:ill »towd iu their car. An other girl stood at cue end of the car—a slim little thing, with a worn waterproof drawn over ber light, ourly hair, and a little tin bucket in ber band. "There's Ruth Purley. She always goes home on this train."

Poor little thing. What makes her look so scared?" Ob, sbe always looks scared. Sbe don't dare ride in the engine, for all Joe Brown's there. I wonder if Fethering will keep dark about her father. He don't have a spree more'n twice a year, and Joe can manage him so well that there ain't no danger, if Fethering only thinks so." "Not he. He thinks he's too smart to treat people deoent. Martn, took there 1 She's goin' right up to bim. I bet she's goin' to talk about her father. That scary little thing! Don't she look pretty with her big blue eyes! She looks just like a baby {retting ready to cry."

Rutb Purley was soary, except with ber big, slow joe, over whom sbe liked to tyrannize in ber womanish little fashion, spending on him all the boldness she did not dare to use to any one else. Her knees shook and ber heart quaked, as she stood before the awful conductor. "If yon please, sir—"

Hedl Id not hear her, above the noise of tbe train. "If you please, sir, my name is Rutb Purley," ahe stammered, blushing, and dropping ber eyes in the prettiest con fusion before the handsome black eyes that were bent down on her with such a look of amused and pleased superiority. "And I live in Wheat Valley, and come here on the train every day to telegraph. And—and—you see—it's my father that's fireman and oh, don't send bim off, sir He don't do any harm, he never did Joe watched bim so, and Joe can manage him. And it'd break his heart to be sent ofl, sir, and send him straight to tbe dogs. And there'a ma, and me, and Rachel—my twin sister, that's b:nd—and two little bitso'ones and only my telegraphing to support us if pa was sent off, and what Joe oouid do for OS."

Rutbie did not mind crying before Joe, wbo counted for nobody, but she was dreadfully mortified when the tears would run over before tbe conductor. But Fethering waa not one of tbe men wbo cannot bear to see a girl cry it pleaded him to be prayed to this way, and he felt really fond of the lluie thing already. He baia no scruples about bis duty In the matter of letting ber father alone, but he did not mean to let the favor seem too light by easy giving. "My little girl," be said gravely, "I sboaldnt do ngbt to let some one stay who onght not, just to please you."

Bat general considerations were beyond Roth.

TEEHE HA UTE SATURUA. EVEN ING- MAIL

wrapped from bead to foot in a water-

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roof—a girl, plainly. She stood still a momenta, aa if waiting tor some one then, aa no one oame, she stepped close up to the engine, "Joef" she said. "Yes, Ruthie," answered the patient voice. I oouldn't come out to you very well to-night." "Ob, dear, dear!" ahe cried (auob a fresh, aweot little voioe), "is be to again?" "I've got to run on to the siding and take up those two cars, and then I'll tell

Jou.

It's too bad, Ruthie," putting his and clumsily on her shoulder, with an awkward attempt at comfort, for he bad sprung ont, aud stood by her side. "You might get iu here, if you like." "All right," she said, like a true Amer loan girl, and be swung her up, strongly but most awkwardly. "Poor old Joe," she thought, straight ening her deranged garments, "be takes me like I was a bag of bay." "That you, Ruth?" said Purley,indlf-

ferentiy. "Yes, pa," tbe girl replied, timidly "Now, you feel, I a'poae," he began mournfully—but here the conductor gave orders to take up tbe two empty oars, and the brakeman'a lantern glim mered at tbe top of the train, and Joe's eye* and thoughts were taken up with watching his signals as the lantern waved frantically up and down, back and forth and tbe engine moved, slow ed, stopped, advanced, letreated, till the manoeuvre was completed and the train ready to move. There was a brief pause then, and Joe told bis story, ending with: "If I wasn't such a slow fellow Ruthie, I might ha' got out of it and been some good to you. "Oh, Joe, you're the dearest old slow coach that ever was. I don't see as there is anything you could ha' done.' "Well, now, what could I ha' done?' demanded Purley, in and injured tone He was fast becoming maudlin "Haven't I always been a good pa to you, Rutbie?" "Yes, he always is good to me, Joe. even when he's so. You know he is," cried the giri, tearfully. "He can't help it, poor pa and I think tbe railroad men are so mean to blame him for it. Oh, I hate the new conductor! How good dear Mr. Simpsou was about it! Oh what are we goin' to do?" "If he could only make up nis mind to give up," suggested Joe, falutly, "I'd manage to take care of you all, somebow, if I had to work nights, an' of my mother an' Fister, too. We might mau age to be married, somehow perhaps tbat'd make it easier," ba added, still more timidly

But she only hid her faoe and sobbed. "Oh, Joe, I shouldn't think you'd talk about his giving up, when you know he's ju9t set on working it'd break bis heart, you know it would an' you know he's this way every single day he's out o' work an' how can we be married, when be an'your mother can't 'bide each other, an' you can't leave them."

Brown," be would call out, "did you have anything to say to Miss Purley?" And if Brown said ^No," he would smile down at her, and say:

There, Rutbie and I hav9 lots to say to yoa." But if Brown said "Yes," he would stand still and say: 1"'' "Well, say ahead."'-1

But this morning Joe said: "I think I've a right to have tbe com pany o' tbe girl I'm engaged to, an' tc liave it to myself."

Fethering answered: "Oh, certainly," and drew his arm from Ruth's, and left her without a glance while she trembled at his freezing tone and abrupt departure.

S.» when sbe and Joe sat facing each other, sbe could not think of bim at all for wondering whether Mr. Fethering wonl4 ever like her agaiu and poor Joe be could not find a word to say So half an hcur passed in dr,eadful attempts at conversation, while every minute, Rutb grew more desperate lest Mr. Fethering were forever estranged, grew more intolerable. Then Joe blundered into some appeal to ber, something derogatory to Fethering. Whereupon she broke out crying, and said tfe was very unkind and unjust to say wrons things of Mr. Fethering, wbo was very, very good, and who never said uukind things of bim. Joe was repentant again. He went over and stood by her be looked at the fair, curly head, lying on her desk, and longed inexpressibly to touch it caressingly, but be was as reverentially afraid of ber as if she had uot been his betrothed wife. "I never want to worry yeu, Rutbie," be said, in his slow, puzzled way, "but I'm a clumsy sort o' fellow, an' hurt you wben I don't mean to. An' if I could be sure what was best for you, I don't think I'd stick at doing of it."

I don't know what you're talking about, Joe," sbe said, lifting her tear staiued faoe. "D ing what?"

Well," said he, slowly, "if you'd made a mistake, you know—if you liked—somebody else—better'n me—I wouldn't like you to feel bound, you know, Rutbie I never want to worry you." 'I don't know what you mean, Joe," she cried again. "I don't like you not to like my friends—that's all." "If you liked him, I mean—the conductor—" began Joe but she interrupted him with hot cheeks.

I never'd ha' thought you'd say suob a thing to me, Joe Brown! I don't like bim the same way. I like you, but I look way up to bim. as if he was George Washington, or somebody an' if you only would teel to blm as you ought, tben we could belike two common soldiers an' he tbe general.

Joe stood still and looked at her, and tbe depth of ber infatuation gradually dawned npon blm. He bad thought be understood that a brighter, handsomer man than he, troubled with no modesty oould better take a girl's fancy out that a hero worship oould possibly be gotten np for tbe conductor for wbom be had felt s.ioh honest contempt, would have seemed to him nothing short of magic, like tbat which be re 11 Titan la, if he had ever heard of the bewitched queen. Tbe absurd shape which tbe possible rela tions between himself, herself, and Fethering bad assumed in ber innocent heart, struck even him, void of humor though he wan, as a grim irony. "It seems right down wicked," she said, coloring, "to talk of such a man aa Mr. Fathering making love to a girl like me—as if a

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Fetbering turned over a seat, took her He waa near ber instantly. gently by both arms and seated her, and "Joe, dear," sbe said, with a little sat down beside her. quiver, "I know bow good you are. "Now, you frightened oaild, you shall don't want you ever to think I meant to not talk about this any more to-night, speak cross to you, my good old Joe." and I promise your father shan't be dis- For once fate was kind to him. Ruth turbed till we have talked it over, and waa thankful all her life to remember then I'll see what I can do for him with that be did not go away from ber that

the authorities. But now you're going mornin to tell me all about yourself, for you are She put a nice little girl."

Rutb was a very silly little girl, silly enough to think that Fethering waa tbe most perfect gentleman heart could wish. But then sbe had uever seen any more refined men than ber father and Joe and the two things that ber doglike little heart crated most passionately were to be commanded and petted. Poor Joe could not command ber, and dared not pet ber sbe seemed to bim such a dainty little frailty, that be was afraid to put his great, rough bands on ber he worshipped ber so that be was all coutuslon acd awkwardness before her, and he bad quite succeeded In giving her bis own low opinion of bis abilities.

Wben the train stopped at Wheat Valley, about nine o'clock, Fethering lifted Ruth out with a skillful tenderness, very different from Joe's awkward help. "siince yon think you must wait for tbe engineer to take you home, I'll wait with you till he's ready to go," be said, drawing ber arm through his, and beginning to walk the platrorua with her "aud to morrow morning, you know, we'll talk about your fatuer. Why, you and I wi 1 come and go on the same train every single day, won't we?"

May—and Ezekiel Purley still was fireman 011 Fetbering's train. The hills were full of wild flowers. As the train wound down tbe canon, between shaggy slopes, hoary with southern-wood in patches, and ablaze with poppies on all the bare, exposed places, Fethering— always careless of orders—used to make Joe siop tbe train, while he ran to some nook, where blackberry vines trailed over a spring, or little streams came bai'k down narrow ravines, filled with laurel, and came back with hands full of fronds of maiden-hair, and scarlet columbines, and sky-tolue nemopbilas, or purple larkspur—all of which bloomad the day through in the little telegraph office He did not give them to Ruth as an offering, but as a tavor, and she took tbeui so.

One morning be accompanied her, as usual, toward the office. The train waited here three hours for a passenger train, and Joe used to have long talks with Ruth about her affairs and his, But what could he do now, when Fethering lilted her out of the train, and walked at her side to the office? Ruth tried to remonstrate, but Fethering would say: "Why, did you have anything you wanted to say to Brown?"

No—nothing particular," she would stammer, cowering before bis stern tone.

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setvant giri!" Simple hearted Joe Brown looked at her, and realised—as many a man h*s blundered fearfully by falling to realixe —tbe invincible force of an idea in a human mind and tbe hopelessness of combating it. "On,yny poor Ruthie!' he said in bia heart, with a piteous pain. But aloud he only said, "Good-bye, Rutbie."

He felt as if be *vore saying good-bye forever, and longed with all his greet, true heart, for one close, parting clasp and kiss but Ruthie seldom kissed him, and be dared not ask it. He turned hopelessly away, carrying tbe hungry ache with him.

Rutbie had felt ber heart throb with relief when he a»«d Good oye," for now perhaps Mr. Fethering would oome Hack. Then ahe telt ashamed of her relief, and called after bim, "Joe!"

without one token of affeotion ier two bands on bis shoulders

and kisaed bim twioe, regardless of smoke and soot. "Good-bye, my little Ruthie," he said wiatfully, and went away.

Tbe two girls from Wheat Valley were pacing tbe platform agaiu, and he caught blta ot their loud toned conversation. "What a little fool to throw away a good, steady fellow like Joe Brown for that conceited Idiot!" "Well,* Ruth Purley always did like be petted, of all things. I've seen her iu the train sbe hardly dares open her

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she's got anything to say, she just looks at him and 1 1 «e asks her what it is, and she Hats 1,1111 uil tbe better for being so afraid of him. When he puts bis band on r.

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Meanwhile Ruthie was working her te egraph, with tears dropping over her cheeks. Usually Fethering was with her at this hour, and she missed bim dreadfully. To be sure, she was always afraid, every minute be was with ber, but she was happy, too—perhaps all the happier for her adoring fear. She felt, now, somehow to blauie tor his not coming, and hoped he would not forgive ber. At last tbe door opened, and she knew, without turning her head, that be was there. She rose aud stood before bim, like a little culprit before a judge, with her eyes dropped, and her pretty lips quivering, while her bands bung loosely clasped before ber,

He stood still and looked at her, watching the oolor come hotter and hotter into her cheeks, and her lips quiver more pitifully as tbe silence lasted. He liked ber confusion he was angry at Brown's visit, and meant that she should repent it he quite shared ber feeling about culprit and judge. He knew that she was growing more and more distressed that be did not speak, and more and more repentant for she knew not what, and that she did not dare raise her eyes to see if he were angry he was well pleased to know it his heart swelled with a realization of his complete ownership of the pretty creature he felt that she answered, line for line, to his ideal of a wife. He looked her over from head to foot with complete satisfaction tbe trim little figure, in pink calioo and white apron, with his flowers, knotted at the collar, the sweet, pitiful face, and tbe fair, curly hair. He saw the tension on ber nerves growing greater every minute sbe was fairly trembiing. "Look up, Ruthie," he said, in his confident way.

She looked eagerly, pleadingly to his face. He made no farther advance, but waited for her, and she dared not speak till she knew whether Ije wanted ber to. At last he said: "Well "I'm sorry, Mr. Fethering," she whispered. Sbe had not tbe least idea what sbe was begging pardon for Bbe only knew tbat be was offended, and therefoi she must have sinned. 1

He sat down in the only obair. I "Come here, Ruthie." Sbe came instantly, and stood beifore bim. He took both ber hands in his.

Now, Rutbie, dou't you think it's time tbat nonsense with the engineer was stopped?" "But I'm engaged to him, Mr. Fethering, I'm going to marry him, whenever lean." "You're not going to do any such thing, you silly giri. I don't approve of it at all." "But I'm ettgaged to bim, Mr. Fethering." 'All right. And I tell you to break the engagement. Now, are you going to be my good little girl, who always minds what I say?"

Some women would have been outrageously angry but Rutbie, you know, was a very little girl, and she was only oruelly distressed. "Oh, plea»e, Mr. Fethering, don't tell me to!" 9be cried, tearfully. "You know I promised. It wouldn't be rigbt." "Do you think I would ask you to do anything wrong?" said this most audacious man, severely.

Here was a poser. "Ob, no, no!" sobbed Ruthie, horrified. "But I promised."

He dropped the two hands he was holding. "Stop cry ing, Ruth.""'

Her tears were instantly scared away. "Now kneel down here, where I can look Into your face, and give me both your hands again, and keep your eyes on mine. Now, are you ready to listen to me?" "Yes, sir."

He sat still a moment, holding tbe little hands with an increasing covetousness for possession, and watching ber expectant faoe and weak attitude as she knelt close to bim.

(,Now,

Ruthie, I want you to break

your engagement, because you can't marry a man you don't love, and you know you don't love Brown.'? ,,

Ob, ves, Mr.-" 'Hush. You think you're fond of bim, but you dou't love him the way you love me. And I know well enough yon never tried to make me love you, as so many girls have done, and I like you all the better for it. I don't believe you ever thought of snob a thing as my marrying you, my modest little giri. But I love you just because vou area modest, dear little girl, and I want a modest, dear little wife. So get yon out of your snarl witb your smutty engineer and you shall be my very own little Rutbie."

Poor little Rutbie! Sbe did not graap his meaning word by word she only telt that heaven bad stooped down to her. Sbe had no word but ber face satisfied bim. He leaned down and kissed ber. "I wanted you to mind me about breaking tbe engagement without asking auy questions or making me give you any reason* but you were a little bit naughty for onoe, uiv Ruthie."

She started to ber teet, putting ber bands wildly to her bead. "Ob, Mr. Fethering! Ob, Mr. Fetber-' ing!" sbe wailed. A cloud gathered on her faoe. "Wbat'a this, Ruthie?" he said, displeased. "Ob, I can't! 1 can't! I promised. He has done so much for pa." "la tbat ail, kitten? Havel done nothing for 'p«"' ••Oh, I know I never forget bow kind jou were." A mere refraining from iu[Continued on Seventh Page

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