Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1856-02-13

Speak, woman, has anything happen
ed?'
'Mr. George, sir
We'll, what of him p cried the father
in great alarm.
'He-he's sitting in his bones, SIR
On that same evening. some time be-
fore this startling announcement, George
Grantham took his seat on stool in the
modest work room of The dressmaker,
Lucy Prime, aud began with more zeal
than skill to put her work box to rights.
Where do these skeins of silk go, Miss
Lucy 2 said he.
Oh dear me- replied Lucy, impa-
tiently; do let them alone. You always
leave everything in such confusion, that
it costs me an hour to set the bex to
rights when you are gone
You see think so much of you when
I'm here
Mr.. George. if you talk so foolishly.
l won't let you in again
'Mayn't say l think of you, dear
Miss Lucy p
You know very well don't like it.
Very well. But 1 do, all the same.
When l saw the sun rise the other morn
ing. just tipping those dear old noun
tains with gold, as the song says, do you
know what was my first thought?'
How should l know 2 replied the
young girl. with downcast glance.
Il thought it would have been deli
cicus sight, you had been there to share
it with me-
Mr.. George =
'Oh you needn't say Mr.. George
replied the young man with warmth Il
can't help it. I'm always thinking of
you. When 1 sit down to read those
rosy old books about physic, l find my
mind wandering away from fevers and
lotions to you When Iriie to the Lind
says, and talk to Kate, / always fancy ]
am talking to You. I've even caught my
self being civil to aunt Betsy, under i'm
preston that she was transformed into
my pretty Miss Lucy
IF 1 didn't know that you were talking
nonsense, Mr.. George, should be very
unhappy. But you've made me waste
ever so much time, and I've got this
dress to finish by nine. promised it
for four o'clock this afternoon, but l lost
the day going to visit those poor people
you told me of, and Mrs. Timms was so
angry
Mrs. Timms It's for her 2
Yes. Now let me work, do
Very odd that Mrs. Timms should
want dress at nine O'Clock at night. Its
not an evening dress, l see.'
No. But what do you men know
about dresses ? If it's not done by nine,
l shall lose her, and she's my best Gus
TONER
4 wish 1 could sew said George with
a sigh.
Il think you'd better 90 home. It's
getting late.'
Late OH you're quite mistaken.
It's very early, on the contrary. And l
can't go yet
why not, if you Please?' inquired
Lucy, raising those beautiful eyes of
hers, and looking searchingly at George.
Because I've some thing TO say to
you
Say it at once. then-no,' she added,
correcting herself, and sewing very ner-
vOusly. perhaps you'd better not say
it,
There was pause. George walked
across the room hastily. Then Lucy
broke the silence by observing in firm
voice:
Il change my mind. What you have
to say, Mr.. George, am ready to hear
now
4 love you
And he seized her hand, and covered
it with kisses.
She was violently agitated, and grew
very pale. A minute or more elapsed
before she could speak. At last she
said =
Now. Mr.. George, that you have spo-
ken, l will tell you, frankly, tbat-that
you must not come here again
Lucy, do you love me q
You must not come here again
Just at tina: moment, rap was heard
at The door. George had Just time to
hide himself in closet, when the door
opened, and Mrs. Ilmms entered the
room.
I've come for that dress, Miss Prime
said she, in tone which seemed very
strange 10 George.
I'm very sory.' replied Lucy. 'to have
sept you waiting, ma'sm but | WIS
delayed. 1t will be ready in ten min
lies. if you will take seat.
Never mind. said Mrs. Timms, faint
y. III take il as it is
Lucy looked at her customer, and so
lid George. from his hlddIps- place.
She Was strangely pale. and seemed ILL.,
Wont you sit down, ma'am? In FIVE
minutes ii wall be finished. I've only
slisch or Two " make. ! was in hopes.