Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 27, Number 26, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 19 December 1896 — Page 4

Tho ripple of sarcastic laughter hushed itself to a sudden quick shauia Toad shifted uneasily upon his feet and said apologetically behind his hand: "Ho did that. Fore Sam, 'tain't year yit so nee ho went erway, an I'm thinkiu tliis'll ho or turrible Chris'mus for him. Wlmtovor else he done Sam thought a heap o' his ehildern an give 'em ChrH'nnis money. "Yes, ho diil. Fore old Sam I They had or dead open an shot ease on him, but nobody can make mo Ivlieve he wus sober enough tor know whut ho wus doin when he took that critter," Doo returned in Toad's key, studying tho pavement a* he spoke. "He never txk it," Uncle Billy said with emphasis. "Whisky don't men mean. I tell you it tho natchul moan in er fellow. while Sam wa'nt no saint-, neither cut out, an called for no missionary, he uev-

er had cr mean way erbout himf ner Bare drap o' low down thief's blood in bim. I told his lawyer so, on wanted ter

Christmas Money.

A dozen heads turned to look as Betty went up the street to Lawyer Westfield's office. Though it was coming on to noon of a bright December day there was still a biting tonch in the air. The critical loungers hogged the sunny side of the street—and even there the wind made them shiver—though to one in rapid motion the day was a delight

Some of its frosty vitality seemed to radiate from the girl. "Step* pretty high, considering' one of those "who watched her said to his gossip as the slim shape, lithe for all its huddled shawl, passed out of earshot. The girl had looked neither to right nor left. Her cheek wore habitually the fine red it now showed, but the most casual glance saw a hardening of the lines a boat the mouth and below the eyes.

Yes, oonsiderin most of all that she's got ter walk back the seven miles home," a third man said, coming up to the two. He had lurched down the street in Betty's wake—further, he was her close neighbor, John Burley, known to his intimates as Toad. "Now mind whut you say, Toad," the first speaker admonished. "Miss Betty she don't b'aryou no mighty good will, an solid as she is with her lawyers you better mind how you cut your notches, else you might git yourself an the rest o' us in er label suit." "Aw, go 'long, you Doc Green. We all know you'd be skeered out o' seben years' growth ef she jest looked hard at you," Toad returned with a great guffaw. "I ain't like you. I know whut I'm talkin erbout, an shore's you're knee high to er grasshopper that gal has done sold Lightfoot an her cyart an steers too." "Wh-e-ee-w! That every hoof o'stock thar is on the Wulton pluce," Doc said, digging his hands deep in his trousers pockets. "It must be Bho'sgoin ter quit the ranch." "You hush," some one whispered violently, clutching at Doc's coat and nodding towurd another who oamo swinging along tho pavement. He was tall, with bronA shoulders and level lookiifg eyes that did not fall to the faoes about, though he gave tho group a oomprohensive good morning. He had a fine ear too. It had caught tho import of their talk, but he made no pause for further Bpeeoh. "Ain't ho in erswivet this mornin?" Doc Green asked sarcastically. Tond nodded assent. The third man, Tobo Pellew, said with a judicial half closing of eyolids: "Shot up, you fellers. That's young Lawyer Wostfleld, an he'd have you ter understand the Wostflelds ain't got no use fer common folks, except round 'lection times, whon they want our votes." "Bo 'shamed o' yoursolves, you all. You know as well as I can tell you thar ain't nobody o' clearer grit ner less stuck up than Ned Wont-field. Look how he fought an hung on for pore Sam Walton, an knowin all tho tiuio ho wus bound ter have his trouble fer his paius," Uncle Billy Trotter said soverely-

git on tho jury, but the state's attorney for

wouldn't have it, I'm glad now he wouldn't That thar mutton headed judge frum up country hilt 'em down ao ter the lawau the fac's they couldn't do notbin but fetch in er verdict o' guilty. But in spite o' everything I couldn't sloop o' nights ef I'd had any band in makin of them Walton chil dren a heap worse'n orphans. "But see hens Uncle Billy," Tobo Pellew protested, "now jest look at them fao'd. Throo witnesses that didn't wantor do it had tor sw'ar they seen Sam er his ghoet onhitoh that critter from the rack, jpoont an ride off then in wus found with the beast an his own that wa'nt wuth nigh as much light wbar he'd been seen ter leave it in the mornin. I know he told er lame tale erbout er strange man overtakin him, ban twin bim far erswap, an when they bad traded gallopin back the way be had come, but though Ned Westfield raited the county wither fine tooth comb he couldn't find nare 'nother soul that had saw the other man." "Still Sam Walton ain't no borne thief," Uncle Billy said stoutly. Pellew twiddled his fingers and said tentatively "That ain't neither here ner thar. Say, you all, it's jest two weeks tell Cbris'mua. Somethin ooghter be dona."

All the rent gatheml about him wad fell into eager consultation. None was more eager than Burley. As be marked Um» lonk* of surprise in the other faces

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[Copyrighted, 1896, by the Author.]

ne said, a curious grayness sesnr. about his mouth: "Lemme carry it tor 'em. Maybe it'll fetch me luck. I ain't told you before, but I've sold out, stock, lock an barrel, an am goin ter Texas about old Chris'mus day." "H-m-m-m! Who'd you sell ter?" Uncle Billy asked a trifle sharply. "It oain't, though, be nobody else but that

•*I THINK OF NOTHING ELBB DAT AND NIGHT. HETTY 8AID. rip tearin Johnny Gates. You an him have been as thiok as thieves ever sence he oome inter his pile o' money last year."

Betty walked the vacant office with quick, impatient steps. A leaping fire orackled in the grate. Uncle Edom, the black manservant, bad drawn the easiest chair beside it, but nothing could induce her to rest in it She had peach blossomy cheeks now. Uncle Edom had told her, "De ole big boss, ma'am, he done goned fer er week, but Marse Ned he'll be down in dest er little while."

She wished of all things to escape an encounter with Ned. She could never make him understand—her fathor and his had been social equals, class and oollege mates—hence the old man would have known intuitively how impossible it was that her father's daughter should leave his defense to be ranked among anybody's charity cases. His son—Betty's thought went no farther—the racing blood made connected thought impossible. She stood mutinous, trembling, wishing herself 100 miles away, yet in nowise repenting tho thing that had brought her. There was aback door, of which she knew nothing. Ned came through it and took her unawares. He walkod straight up in front of her, saying with a little frown: "Betty, why will you do such very foolish things?" "I—I do not quite understand you," Betty faltered. "Who bought Lightfoot?" he demanded, bis voice still hard. "Who says I have sold her?" Betty asked with spirit "I know. It was beoause of what Johnny Crates said when you refused him again," Ned went on relentlessly,

Betty flung off her shawl as though its weight stifled her. Her eyes sparkled, her voioe was an edged flute note as she said: "Mr. Westfield, is tip rn anything in the relation of lawyer and client to authorize questions such as you have seen fit to ask?" "I am more than your lawyer," Ned said stoutly. "Betty, this is no fit time or place, but you know I love you, you know I mean to marry you as soon as I come into my grandmother's legacy and am independent of my fathor. I told you that over and over in tho summer. Then you at least listened now you try to shut me away from your concerns. You have stripped yourself of work stock. You livo on a farm alone with make children. Thoy must have fire and jest lets loose

aU(j

clothes. You have porhaps a

Now, right to sacrifico yourself and me, Betty, but not the children. Do have a thought for them." "I think of nothing else day and night," Betty said. "But—but can't you see? Oh, do please take the money

your

father. It is not much, only

$900, but when it is paid people cannot I say"— "Let them say what they like," Westfield broke in. "Betty, Betty, marry me at once. You shall not starve, dear. I"— "Please, please never say such things again," Betty entreated. "Think of your father, of bow good he was to mine, and his pride, and how it would break bis heart to know his only son had married a convict's daughter"— "Stop!" Ned said, speaking low and hard. "I have been over all that, Betty, but if yon love me anything is better than knowing you as you are, with nothing between you and the crush of things." "I do not think so," Betty cried, dropping the roll of bills on tbe desk before him and hurrying away. She dared not trust herself to listen further. If only she could rush bom*-— away from everything. But that was impossible. She bad still to deliver Lightfoot Trab bad her now—Trab, who was next herself, though five years younger, and just fairly in roundabouts. They had stopped that morning upon the sear common where it made a sort of bay up among back gardens and stable yards. As Betty came op to him rite noted with a choke in tbe throat the tear stains all over his thin, wistful face. "You—you staid a long time, Betty," be said, pressing his faoe close to tbe mace's glossy neck. Lightfoot

All through her father's trial she had hoped against hope that his innocenoe would be miraculously proved. He had Baid to her, "Betty, I havo done nearly all that was wrong to my poor children, but I am no thief," and she had believed him. All through the long day she had sat, leaning forward, her eyes fast on the judge, tbe strange, stern judge of whom even the sheriff was afraid. He had not seemed to see her, but at the last there was a break in even his cold voice as he said, "In consideration of all the circumstanoes of the case, I sentenoeyou to imprisonment for three years, the shortest time allowed by the statute under which you are oonvicted."

Then, when those about looked to see her faint, Betty had pressed up to where she could touch her father and whisper in his ear: "I believe in you just the same. Three years is not so long, and you shall find us all here when you come back."

So you may guess what answer she made to her advisers. If they shook their heads, they let her take her own way. Tonight the way did not seem so hopelessly hard for all the stress and strain of the day. "We must believe, after this, in special providences," she said to Patty. "To think how we got home. Mr. Pellew's wagon brought all cur bundles. It just happened to be coming our way, and nothing would do Undo Billy Trotter but to fetch us both to our gate instead of dropping us at the big road, two miles away. And then my mo^ey held out so. I have bought all we really need—shoes, frocks, sugar, salt, nails, spelling books, a new bood for Marian, a red tin cup for Teas—and have two whole dollars left for Christmas money, and $3 will buy such a heap of things." "Will pappy oome home Christmas?" Tees asked, nestling her head against Betty. "You little idiot! You know he won't," Marian broke out "I wish I was where he is," she sobbed. "Tommy Adkin said today at school he wouldn't even dare to show his faoe here again he was a jailbird." "I'll kill Tommy Adkin," Trab shouted, his eyes flashing. Marian laughed, though she was sobbing hard. "He won't say it again," she said, potting op her band to hide a long scratch on bear cheek. "Hash! Somebody's comin. Hear bow Ring barks," Pete said, walking

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thoroughbred and Betty's own property, a gift from one of her father's boon companions, who found the foal, then less than a week #!d, a serious hin drance to his pleasure. He did not dream tbe newcomer could bring up his gift He did not know, as Betty did, .how wise and kind was Sook, the bell cow. After a sniff or two and one faint protesting moo Sook let the colt suck beside her own new calf qui teas though they were twins.

Next year Lightfoot came out in her glossy new coat as fine and lusty a year ling as stepped on four hoofs. The chil dren frolicked with her, talked to her and shared their dainties quite as though she had been human, whioh they more than half believed she was. And what a famous 8-year-old she made "—bridle wise, full gaited and handsome as a picture. Betty began to ride her then. Today it came back to her how her father had looked at her frayed, worn saddle and housings and said: "Ah, Betty, you could show off your mare if only you had a father worth even hanging."

Her dear father I He had been always the pattern of kindness so long as he kept at homa A pattern of industry and thrift, too, until the restless fit seized him then be rode away, drank and gambled or indorsed other men's worth less paper, which later bis own household was pinched to pay. "I 'most thought you had forgot us, Betty," Trab said unsteadily. "If—if you had staid a little longer, I meant to take Lightfoot back home again. Have you taken tbe money for her, Betty? If you haven't"— A sob finished what he could not say. "Yes, I took it and spent it," Betty said huskily. "Mr. Lane had the money all ready. I told him you would bring her"—nodding toward the mare—"and he said next week would do." "Let's take her back. I'll bring her then. Honest I wilL Oh, Betty, how oan we part with her?" Trab wailed, burying his face in his hands. Betty had taken the halter rein. She let it drop and flung both arms about Lightfoot's neck. "I—don't—quite—know, Trab," she said, swallowing harcL "But we must not take her back, lintt would be like dying twice over. We will comfort ourselves thinking how much she has gained—such a nice warm stable and no more hard work." "But nobody will love her like we do, an she don't mind work for us. Why, last summer, when she plowed so hard, she would frisk about when I turned her loose an look at me, as if she said, 'See, I ain't tired,'" Trab said, wiping his eyes. "She knew how we needed her work, the darlin. I am goin to ask Mr. Lane to keep her until I can work an buy her baok."

He will keep her. Be brave now. Run along with her, then meet me at his store. I know a boy about your size who deserves some new boots," Betty said, trying to smile. Trab sighed and again wiped his eyes.

So you've got the money Buck an Brandy brought to spend," he said. "I thought a heap of them, but notbin would be hard if—if we could only take Lightfoot back home for good."

Seven o'clock that night found Betty safe at home in the big double log house that her grandfather bad built It bolouged to her mother's children, else would long ago have been swallowed by those security debts her father was always making. Betty was infinitely glad of this assured shelter, though I her best friends bad begged her to leave I it scatter the children about and give herself the distraction of anew neighborhood, but she had steadfastly refused.

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