Crawfordsville Daily Journal, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 11 April 1891 — Page 7

TWO FRIENDS.

L, nione within a mighty olty, \L .rnwds that coino and go lull™ tlirongs, tho toollsh and the witty, l),a,l no trii'ii'l or foe. 1 *crn two men, within thftt mighty cltj.

t0 me

from tho throng

Ti'.ml m« with a lovo ukln to pity, e.iihcr's hiitowus strong.

ri...v»r »ml tno hatnr dwelt beside mo, |»Lcil throng'' tho selfsame gnto ...'uiicr, in their passing by, denied me loo* of love or halo.

L,,nr mouths within thftt mighty eity E.n'Ilmy friend full well 11'i'ji my roc. for him 1 full no pity— \i: tube deep hate of liolt

LmnrnliiB.

tw'ltK"1-

JL.ro

cr 1,10 clt'

cam'1 nn breath

|.rj,-ml hml passed, licyond my love and pity, V. i„,r,ler land of death.

,.,s lonely, and the way grew droary •crlinly foiiKht with fato, If jUerislied, with my loneliness aweary,

La love and living hate.

tIlt

Ms gravo to whom my heart was mated— •t friend, the Rood and brave libcro I «nw tho form of him I hated, T.v weeping, o'er his grave.

Lcn

t,e told me that, in all the city, (inennil him below, cull tbe throngs that nooded Ood's aweet pity. It t»il no friend or foe.

|cow wo llvo within tho selfsamo city,, lotbor friends wo eravo hovels strung that sprang from human

P»y.

borothc dead man's grave. S. \v I'uss, In New England Magazine.

OLD LADY'S STORY.

lis About Her True Love,,and tho Noble Squire.

lsat spinning at my little wheel, in I sun. tor the autumn day was cold, 1 heard some one whistling', looking up, there was young

[ire

Turner, with his arms folded oil (rate. Ionic in pr over. When lie caught live'ho 1,-iiij.i-hed, I blushed, and I L'ainl maile him a courtesy. Icnas a handsome gentleman, tho I'ar. and the hand from which ho L1 t!ie glove shimmered in the sun !i pearls and diamonds and he was |::y to look at, with liis hair lllco

I'JOH

in the October sunlight.

then 1 court esied he bowed, making (curls dance over his shoulders, and Ihc: "I've spoiled one pretty picture 11 could have looked at all day. but kmaile another as pretty, so I'll not Jrp. .May I come in?"

And welcome, sir," said I, and I set Lair for him. for he was my grandler's landlord but for all that I felt (omfortable, for I was not used to company. It tallied away, paying me more Ipliinents than I was used to, for limother, who brought me up, said: kadsonie is as handsome does," and Laity is but skin deep." lace I'm telling the story I'll tell •truth. I had done wrong about one If. Neither of the old folks knew

I wore Evan Locke's ring in my loin or that we'd taken a vow to ether beside the hawthorn that Fin tho church lane. I never meant |cceive, but- grannie was old and a hard, and that love of mine was a iv.ect secret. Besides, money bs to outweigh all else when peohave struggled all their lives |us:h to turn a penny, and they pv Evan was a poor, struggling n? Mirce.in. I thought I'd wait kilc until I could sweeten the news (the fact that huM begun to make fortune. •anme eame in from the dairy five pes after the squire was gone and 3 be had been there. I didn't tell Joi liis,.hue^jieeches, but there was IvJitilu to the door she came through II have a:^ .iess.,slu heard them, lit nijflit we had something else to

Misfoi tint's had come upon lte'.er,-btit didn't foresee that p.lwlf- ear's rent should eomo -'..i penny to pay it with would

1 in,.- t.mu Kvan Locke and I had ad as i.'ver of each other, and frnie as ofu-n as before to talk with Idpa (in ti„. winter nights, and still little while our young landlord, Irelurncr, would drop in and sit in I lazv way, watching mo knit or

Once or twice ho was flushed wine and overbold, for he tried to I roe. Hut, squire or no, 1 boxed •ars for his pains, and no softer II could help, either. jOulcl not help his coming, nor help if him when he came, and I did not pe that Evan should be angry with I But he was.- Eh, so liigh and fj.and spoke

Ils

Isiffht

though one like

rjinre could mean no good by comI so poor a place as the school•trs. hade me angry, and 1 spoke up. r' that matter, the squire would l"

lav!

n,e

promiso to marry

511

I. 'lie thinks more of mo

.von like him better!" replied 1." "But bad K„nin

ta'oll5-v

sivareu make me

F" "f another.

pray

may

area husband who will scold

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t"!

had been scolding me. No name for it. .t'van wroth with rao and nim-not heart-deep though, I Pa

1 did

Li.

not see him for more

was troubled much,

fnew

he would come round

Kcfnr'

may'mP ask

my pardon.

r'n

»r0 v.'ed you can bring'

]lor"to his senses.

knn"1

not frot afler

Plilrfi^1"10

Evan's al-

snul

Squiro Turner,

moro than evcr

Cut

line it, k'ramlfithcr came in, and, Ian 'i

oor'!stood

between grand-

Isriv ,, "1C'

looki"8-

I At

at me, and so

wo both

|fo

?rew fright-

KPokc: Bfiuirc's,"

lid r,..,

said ho.

me 1 ll!ul 10

fpene lP8y

tell him that

th?

ront whcn

due-"

fc„ri.' ,"' J'Ps- Grandmamma's tiiem. Grandpa drew mo

:irprt •}ounfr iass," said ho, "and WoM^tNik

lle°. Pr°tty-

ifti to wed him?"

Bqmr® W°U

"Eh!" cried ffrandma. "Sure, you're not wandering?" "Squire Turner asked me for this lass of ours to-night. Of all women in the world thero is but one he loves as ho should his wife, and that is our Agatha." "I dreamt of golden rings und white roses on Christmas eve," cried grannie. "1 knew the lass would be lucky."

But I put my head on grandfather's shoulder 'und hid my face. The truth musftout, 1 knew. "\?ilt have him and be a rich lady'.'" said feriindpa.

Aifd when he had wailed for an answeM burst out with "No" and a sob together. "She's frightened." said grandmamma. "Nay, we must all we'd onco in our lives, my child."

Then grandpapa talked to me. He told hie how poor they had grown, and how kind the squire was, and I had but to marry him to make my grandparents free from debt and poverty their lives through. If I refused and vexed the squire, lleaven only knew what might happen. "She'll never ruin us," sobbed grandmamma.

Ah! it was hard to bear—bitter, hard but now thero was no help for it. I took the ring from my bosom and laid it on my palm, and told them it was Evnn Locke's, and that I had plighted my troth to him. And grandmamma called me a deceiful wench, and grandfather looked as though his heart would break.

Oh, I would have done any thing for thera—any thing but givo up my true lovo.

That night I kissed his ring and prayed Heaven that he might love me always. In the morning it was gone, ribbon and all, from my neck. I looked for it high and low, but found no sign of it. And 1 began to fear the loss of that dear ring was a sign that I would never marry Kvan Locke.

Tho days passed on. anil he never came near me. "Oh. it was rruel in him," I thought, "to hold such anger for a hasty word he had provoked, when 1 spoke it that he must know I loved him so."

Anil grandma would scarcely look at me (I know why now), and grandpa sighed, and moaned, and talked of the work-house. And I thought I should die of grief among them.

One day grandma said to me: "It seems that your sweetheart is not overfond of you, nor over-anxious to seo you." "Why not?" said I. "Where has ho been this month back?" "Busy, doubtless," said T, with a smile, though I thought my heart would burst. "You're going with him, may be?" "Where?" said 1.

She went to the kitchen door and beckoned in a woman who sat there— Dame Coombs, who had eome .over with t-W*-"I heard you rightly," she said. "You told me Evan Looke and his mother were making ready for a voyage."!, "They're going to Canada. My sou, a carpenter—and a food one, though I say it —made the doctor a box for his things. The old lady dreads the newcountry, but she goes for tho doctor's sake. There's money to be made there." "1 told you so," said grandmother. "I don't believe it," said I. "They've sold the house, and gone to Liverpool to take ship anil you may find the truth for yourself, if you choose to make trouble," said Dame Coombs, "l iii no chatterbox, to toll falsehoods about my neighbors.''

And still 1 would not believe it until bail walked across the moor, and had seen tlu shutters fast closed and the door barred, and not a sign of life about, I he place. Then I gave up hope. I went home all pale and trembling, and sat down at grandmamma's knee. "It's true." said I. "And for the sake of so false a lad you'll see your grandfather ruined and break lii.s heart, and leave me, that have nursed you from a babe, a widow."

I looked at her as she sobbed, and I found strength to say: "Hive me to whom you will, then, since my own love tloes not want me."

And then I crept upstairs and sat down on my bedside, weak as though I had fainted. I would have thanked lleaven for forgetfulness just then, but it wouldn't eome.

The next day Squire Turner was in the parlor as my accepted lover. How pleased he was, and how the color came back into grandfather's old face! And grannie grew so proud and kind, and all the house was aglow, and only I sad. But I couldn't forget Kvan—Evan, whom I had loved so—sailing away from me without a word 1 suppose they all saw loedted sad. The. squire talked of my health, and would make me ride with him over tho moors for strength.

The old folks said nothing. They knew what ailed me only our littlo Scotch maid seemed to think there was aught wrong. Once she said to me: "What ails ye, miss? Your eye is dull and your cheek is pale, and your braw grand lover canna make ye smile ye'ro na tlmt ill. either." "No, I am well enough," said I.

She looked at rao, wistfully. "Gin ye.'d tell me your ail, I miglit. toll yea cure," she said.

But there was no cure for me in this world, and 1 couldn't open my heart to simple Jennie. So tho days rolled by, and I was closc on my marriage eve, and grannie and Dorothy Plumo were busy with my wedding robes. I wished it were my shroud they were working at instead.

And ono night the pain in my heart grow too great, and I went out among tho purplo heather on tho moor and there knelt down under tho stars and prayed to bo taken from tho world. "For how can live, without Evan?" I said.

I spoke tho words aloud, and then started up 'n affright, for there at my side was an elllsh little figure, and I heard a cry that at first. I scarce thought earthly. Yet it was but ^''.otch Jennie, who had followed me. "Why do yo call for your true

love now'.'" she ,aid "yo sent lain ye for sake o' the young squire." you follow and

watch

But she caught my sleeve. "Dinna be vo:* d," she said. bide a wee, and answer what I It's for love of you. for I've seen yo waste like the snaw wreath in the sun sill tho squire wood ye. Was it votir will the lad that loved the ground yo trod on should have his ring again?'' "What do you mean?" said 1. "I'll speak gin I lose my place." said Jennie. "I rode with the mistress to young Dr. Locke's place, pant the moor, and there she lighted anil gave him a ring, anil what she said 1 know not, but it turned him the tint o' death, ami said lie: 'There's lia a drop o' true id in a an in is a A he turned to the wall and covered his eyes, and, your grannie rode home. There, 'tis all I ken—wull it do?" "Ay, Jennie," said I "lleaven bless you!"

".1 ust spoor.

And had I wings on my feet I could not have come to the cottago door sooner. 1 stood before my grandmother, trembling and white, and said: "Oh. don't tell me, grannie you have cheated me and robbed me of my true love by a lie. Did you steal the troth-ring from my neck and give it back to Evan, as if froin me? You I've loved and honored my life-long!" "True love!" said she "you've but ono true love now—Squiro Turner." "You have done it!" I cried. "It's written in your faoe."

And she looked down at that and fell to weeping. "My own true lovo was breaking his heart," she said. "My husband and I had loved for forty years. 1 did it to save him. Could I let a girl's fancy, worth nothing, stand in my way anil see him a beggar in his old age? Oh, girl, girl!"

And then I fell down at her feet like a stone. 1 knew nothing for an hour or more, but then, when 1 was better and they left me with Jennie, I bade her fetch my hood and cloak and her own and eome with me, and away I went across the moor in the starlight to where the hall windows were ablaze with light and asked the housekeeper to let me see the squire.

She stared at me for niv boldness— no wonder—but called him. So in a moment he stood before me in his evening dress, with his cheeks flushed and his eves bright, and let me into a little room and seated me. "Agatha, my love, I hope no mischance brings you here." But I stopped liiin. "Not your love, Squire Turner," I said. "I thank you for thinking so well of me, but after all thatlias passed, 1—" 1 could say no more. lie took my hand. "Have I offended you, Agatha?" he said. "Not yon. The offense—the guilt— oh, I have been sorely cheated!" and all I could do was to sob.

At last strength came to me. I went back to the first and told him all—how we had been plighted to each other, waiting only for better prospects to be wed, and how, when he honored me by an offer of his hand, I angered my (grandmother by owning to tho truth, anil of the ring grannie had stolen from my breast, and the false message that had been sent my promised husband from me. "And though I never see Evan Locke again," said 1, "still I can never bo another man's true love, for I am his until I die."

Then, as I looked, all the rich color faded out of the squire's faec.

And then, kind and gentle as though I had not grieved him, he gave me his arm and saw me across the moor, and at the gate paused and whispered: "He at rest, Agatha. Tho Golden George has not sailed yet." 1 liked him better than I had ever done before that night when I told grannie that I would never wed him.

Eh! but he was lit to be a king—tho grandest, kindest, best of living men who rode away with the break of the morrow and never stopped till he reached Liverpool, and found Evan Locke just ready to set foot on the Golden George and told him a tale that made his heart light and sent him back to me. lleaven bless him!

And who was it that sent old grandfather the deed of gift that made the cottage his own. and who spoke a kind word to the gentry foryoungDr. Locke that helped him into practice? Still no one but Squire Turner, whom we taught our children to pray for every night, l'or we were married, and in a fe.» years had boys and girls at our knees: and when tho eldest was nigh two the thing I ncuded to make me quite happy happened, and from far over the sea, where he had been three twelvemonths, came our squiro with the bonniest lady that ever blushed besido him, and the hall had a mistress at last —a mistress who loved tho squire as I loved Evan.

Eh! but it's an old story. Sho that I remembered a girl 1 saw In lier coffin, withered and old. And then they opened the vault where tho squire had slept ten j'ears to put her besido him and I've nothing left of Evan, my llfo and my love, but his memory, and it seems as if every hope and dream of joy I ever had wero put away under tombstones. And even the Golden George, the great, strong ship that would liavo borne my dear fnm me, has moldered away at the bottom of the sea. And 1 think my wedding-ring is like to outlast us ail, for I have it yet, and I shall bo ninety to-morrow.

Ninety! It's a good old age, and it can't be long now before I meet Evan and tho rest in Heaven.—Gentleman's Magazine.

Tb.e

-ind

saw the sight we seldom see more than once in a lifetime—a strong young man in tears. ..

At last he arose and came to me., ".My little Agatha never loved me." he said. "Ah me! The news is bad —I thought sho did. This comes of vanity." "Many a higher and a fairer have hearts to give." I said. "Mine, was gone ere you saw me."

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