Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1858-11-12

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But l was determined to dive into the |
matter little deeper. So says 1:
If you don't ike him, what makes ye
marry him?' says 1.
IF 1 don't ike who' Lyddy spoke
up, real spunky for a second or two.
Your gentleman from BOstOnP says
l.
Who says ] don't like him? OF
course ike him, or 1 shouldn't marry
him. says she; but her voice was begin
min to tremble.
But there's somebody you like better,
says I. No use your denyin' that
And there's somebody likes you a good
deal better than ever you deserved he
should. And your willfully and wick
edly breakin' his heart, as if 'twa'nt of
no more vally than a stun under cart
wheel! Excuse me for bein' so plain
with ye, Lyddy; but that's jest what l
think, and couldn't help sayin' it.
'Instid of bein' mad, as I s'posed she'd
be, what did she do but run up to me, and
git right down on her knees by my side,
and look up in my face, with her hands
holdin' both of mine tight, and the
tears a running out of her eyes jest like
two springs of waterP
'Oh! viii it break his hearth say:
she. Do you think he loves me so-dc
you" And she laughed and sobbed
both at the same time, as if it made hel
happy, even then, to think how Emo;
loved her.
Then she told me the hull story ant
it did really seem as though she want 81
much to blame, arter all. Twas all he
fathers and relations doin's-for the,
was bent on havin' her marry the gen
tleman from Boston, and they'd fairl,
talked it into her, and made her thinl
she must. She owned right up that sh
didn't like him bit, and never could
and declared she had never for a minut
thought Enos would feel half so bac
about it as she did.
'Tan't too late yit,' says I.
She frightened up at that; but wheI
| told her what she ought to do, her coun
ftenanee fen, and -slae gesPoa- out that sEr
never could do it in the world
Turn right about says I, and und
jest what you've done wrong-that's tn
only way. Tell your father you've ney
er understood your feelin's till now; tha
you can never love anybody but Enos
and that, as for marryin' the gentlema
from Boston, you can't and won't P
That's what l told her; and l was 5
worked up about it guess l laid it dow
, TO her perty strong.
! What'll everybody say !! says she.
Never mind what every body'n say
says l. Think of Enos. Think of b.
] in married to man you don't like, al
the man you do ike breakin' his hea
about ye! What'll you care for lit
property more or less, or 'pearin' SINAI
or what folks'Il say or think, when the
amt no more love for you in the worlt
, Think on't,' says l. Then be brave
:, lion, and have your own way for ono
It's your right and duty, and it's Emo:
right, above ALL
'Wa'al, l made her almost promise
2 But 'twa'nt much use talkin to her abo
bein' brave as lion, for she was moth
> but a lamb. If had only been in h
place a little while l guess there'd ha
been a stir! She wanted to thinE o.
;, over night, she said. So | went and L
her. But it seemed as though I'd to
all her trouble with me. | was so
tressed didn't sleep a wink all mig
: thinkin' of her and Enos. Toward M
- nin' an idea came into my head
write a letter; I'd write to Enos and I
him jest how matters stood. Soon as t
birds began to twitter 1 was out of l
bed; and fore noon that letter was
its way to Hartford. If Enos shou
? come back, I felt perty sure he and /
gether could have influence enough "
Z Lyddy to break off the match. Z
!, mails didn't go so quick then as they
now; twas only five days fore the W,
din, and / was dreadful 'fraid Fl
wouldn't git the letter and come on
- season.
te Wa'al, I'm making long story o
Is as It's; and if / should begin to tell
all that was said and done in them
ie. days, twould keep ye here till this ii
lie tomorrow, sartin. Lyddy was in |
rible state O. mind-dreadin' the "
en- din wishin' to break off with the gen
I man from Boston, but afraid to do
,er thing. / didt let her know a word ab
bv nv writtin' to Enos till the very last
- A. ba didn't come. / thought I'd tell