The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1860-10-03
B. B. BLACKWELL. EDITOR.

NOW MARX loved THIS daughter
more than words could tell, but he
always acted as if he was afraid she
would find it out. So when she came
to him with any new plan, or to tell
him some pleasant thing that had oc-
Cured, he wonld send her away with
pshaw and rough word or two
beside. And if he found she was real
ly grieved, he would set his wits to
work to contrive what would make
her happy again.
A ride to the shire town on business
would be sure to come up the next
day, and of course Mary must go to
hold the mare, when he got ont to go
into the bank or store.
Now Mary liked a ride of this kind
right well, especially as it resulted in
the present of new gown of French
caliker," as Mark called it, or what
she liked still better, a book from
Giles Country Bookstore. 1t was an
extra offence on his part, that got
Mary this favor, for though Mark
| liked books well enough, he thought
''it no use to lumber up the house with
'em." He took the CultiUator, and
sister Sally had the Recorder, and
that was as much readin' as he could
get through with. For his part he
had no idea of weakening his brains
taxin' 'em so. Mary might if she
would; and then Mark would give one
of his grunts, and stop talking about
it.
But these occasional flashes of af-
lection that broke out upon Mary
could not make up for the kind words
now and then, at the very time they
were needed !" If he wouldn't say
'pshaw = to me-" she would say to her.
self, :" | could get along, but that is
such hateful word, as though he
didn't care bit whether [ was happy
or not |"
Some two months before the time
when our story commences, good par
son Hopkins had died, and his vacant
pulpit was now filed by a young min
lister, to whom the society more later
| ly gave call
1t was many weeks before Mark
4 Goldsmith could be induced to go and
hear the 'youngster," as he called him,
preach. But when he did, Mary felt
! almost sure that for once her father
1 would agree with her in her opinion
of the minister. So she broke the
4 customary silence of their homeward
4 ride, with:
| "Now, father, did you ever hear
better sermon 2"
| "Pshaw !" said Mark, zone of
Hopkins's was worth forty on 'em -
4 Mary sank back in the chaise with
sigh, saying mentally 'Its of no use
my father is bent upon dislikeing eyre
thing and everybody"
The young minister had never called
at the Old Red, but he had got as far
as Aunt Sarah's, which was only two
houses off, and it so occurred that the
very day and the very hour he was
| there, Mary stepped in to see Aunt
Sarah too. She was so surprised on
going into the parlor to find visitor
here, that she stopped abashed in the
do. ,rway, with her sun-bonnet in her
hand, and her cheeks blushing like two
roses.
"My uiece, Mary Goldsmith" said
Aunt SartNh.
The mini. yter rose and held out his
hand and VIII lie Mary stammered out
an apology for intruding, he said, with
considerable emf 'hasis
"a very welco. ne intrusion, Miss
Mary"
OF course when he went away, Miss
Mary had to invite hi n to call at the
Old Red" some time and see her
father and of course he did not for
get the invitation. Mark Goldsmith
was not at home the day Ire came, but
Mary told him "the minis ter waited
full hour in hopes he W ould come"
We do noa gouch for the truth CT
her statement.
Mary always went to the Friday
evening meeting with Annt Sarah,
and Mark always sat up until she got
home. ODe night he was sure he
heard deeper toned voice than a
woman conyersing with, her as she
came up the yard B OF the good
nights " were exchanged outside the
door, and she came in all one. She saw
a cloud settled down on the old mans
brow, but it cleared away as his eye
fell on her face radient with happiness
for so like her mother was she at that
moment, he longed to fold her to his
heart and tell her of it. But never a
over hid more jealously his passion,
than Mark Goldsmith his over weening
love for his daughter. So the cloud
/ gathered again as he sked sternly
Who came with 20 q, Mary ?--Tom
Brown ~
Mary hesitated for moment, and
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