The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1853-07-13
CARRY ANDERSON.
BY N. A. D.

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And SO YOU won't have me ?''
"No. that won't" retorted the little
fair faced beauty, tossing her head. "
will marry rich man if live, not beg
gar, papa says, and I'm sure you ain't
likely to be worth anything. You're only
good to milk cows, go errands and the like
for your mother"
This speech stung the heart Of poor lit
lie Jansen. He loved his schoolgirl COM
panion with boyish enthusiasm. that un.
der other circumstances might have ripen-
edinto an idolatrous affection. They had
been laughing innocently telling who they
liked best, as they came by the fresh, bright
meadows. on their way from school; and
Jansen with blush on his fair cheek.
said how one Of these days, he meant to
marry little "Queen Nab" for that was
what they called the belle OF the school
room.
Now, however, he left her side, his bos
ON swelling high, and his great blue eyes,
although he was manly boy, filed with
shining tears.
Presently he felt something touch his
hand and looked down and saw another
hand, small and white. And by his side
there crept delicate little figure, and a
passing sweet face looked up in his own.
&C" Don't cry, dear Jansen. don 7 feel sor-
~ any more II be your wife,
Instinctively he put his arm around the
little ere ature-for she was lame, and lean
ed for support, like loving tendril upon
everything she neared And every time
her gentle dark eyes looked into his own,
he was .comforted; and every pretty word
xhat fell from her rosy lips soothed the an
1uish that To- q child, is keener than the
sorrow of age
ID I'm going 10 seek my fortune. uncle
John" said Jaasen, now growing tall and
robust; !" thought must come'and say
sgood-bye.
g Humphl" said the old man looking up
with a.scrowl; '..rolling stones gather no
moss. Better stay al home and peg shoes.
You'll be disgrace TO your mother
say 10 your family, to the village, What
on airth you'll come to, Providence only
knows, but if had ye, precious little time
you'd get to go s,rolling around like yag-
abond Want pair of Shoes, s'pose,
but ! shan't give I'm to YOU"
.Good.bye, uncle John," said Jansen,
again pressing his hat on hard. and biting
his lip TO keep his anger in.
ksGood bye, you little fool" growled the
old man, never taking his eyes from his
work.
81 Not so foolish as you think. uncle. .
exclaimed Jansen stoutly; "may be, he
added Most fiercely, .you will live to see
the day that you'll be proud to say you
ever spoke to me -
The old man looked up and rolled his
slittle eyes, but Jansen had gone; so he on
;ly muttered 'pshaw!' and went restless
~ 10 work again.
Away ratified the coach, end the little
cur that turned somerset every time the
whip cracked, followed it till it gained the
highway, and then came trudglng back
10 the white cottage where his master liv
ed, and set himself doggedly at the gate.
In tha pretty white cottage, in its bes
chamber, lame Garry stood at the win dow
weeping, yet smiling in the midst OF he
tears. She had peeped through the hal
closed window-blinds to watch the stag
as it passed. and after it had gone, she hae
turned, once again to the little note. folded
in her hand and opened it, read it Owe
and over again:
-" DEAn CARRY :-If should be gone 70
long years, forget not that sweet promis'
that You made when we were children.
shall never forget the words-"don't cry
dear Jansen, don't feel sorry any more
I'll be your wife," All! you know no
!. what consolation they were TO the heart
the poor boy" "a.
Happy, happy Garry. How she felt Re