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

girl OF your'n.'
Mark made no reply, but gathering
up the packages that Joe had beer
tying up, he strobe out of the store
without stopping to settle his bill.
The squire's pretty huffy 7 sale
] Joe, with mischeyious twinkle in hi
: eye, as he watched the UNIV onted speed
with which the old mare took her mas.
ter up the hill. Now, there was one
j, creature that Mark was never harsh
to, and that was this same old mare.
She is knowing beast |! he used to
say, and anybody could see she took
advantage of her masters amiable
weakness, for whenever she happened
to feel like it no matter when or where
she would suddenly stop and have a
resting SPELL
On the day in question, however,
she SO far spmpathized with Marks
haste to get away from Joe Smith,
that she kept up brisk trot, until
they were half way to the Old Red.
But old habits are not easily broken,
and the shady, retired hollow they now
come to proved too great temptation
for the old mare, so the trot subsidized
into walk, and the walk, into a deci-
ded stop. Mark sat with knit brows
and compressed lips, thinking of what
Joe had said, and hardly noticed where
he was.
It was charming summers day
and slight breeze rustled the myriad
leaves in the branches over his head,
at though the old trees were whisper
secrets to each other. Whether any
such romantic idea was suggested to
Mark, we cannot say, only he reused
up somewhat suddenly, and looking
about him said with evident emotion,
Yes this is the very place Tears
gathered in the old mans eyes, and
though he brushed them away again,
with his hard, rough hand, they still
kept coming.
Yes, this was the very place, where,
twenty-five years before, Mark Gold
smith had told the beautiful Mary
Willard the story of his love the very
place where together they had prom
ised to love each other until death.
Mark was then poor, while her father,
Major Willard was rich man, yet he
well remembered the generous kind
ness of the old Major, the free consent
he gay e to their union and the wealth
| that was transferred to him at his
death.
Nor did Mark forget (though he al
most wished he could that Mary
Willard, with the same loving DISPOSE
ton and winning ways +? And was it
not possible for the young minister to
love her, just as he himself had loved
her sainted mother? What if he had
been tainted with wanting Major
| Wizards broad acres instead of his
daughter I?
This thought was too much for
Mark, and he gave the reins a sudden
and violent jerk, that started the old
mare into brisk trot again.
Mark, however, did not drive di-
rectly to the Old Red, but turned
down the lane that led to sister Sal
ly's, and drove around into her yard
She Immediately came to the door,
for though her brother often called,
he seldom got out Of his wagon. He
used to say, Nobody can call me an
old man, Sally, I'm sure, but [ reckon
it is the rheumat is makes me kind
of stiff"
But this afternoon he got out, and
following her into her pleasant sitting
room, sat down in the arm chair.
Delighted with so unusual an &C.
currence, the old lady made an extra
effort to entertain him, and having ex-
hausted all the topics concerning his
affairs, she began to talk of her own,
entering at last into somewhat
lengthy account of capture and sub
sequent, destruction of mouse that
had got into her chamber, the night
before.
Mark had not paid much attention
to anything she had said. Something
very different was evidently on his
mind, and before she had finished the
mouse story, be made two Intellectual
4 attempts to interpose o question.
Each time he got as far as, Sally
how do you Ike ?"-but his sister
went perseveringly on, until he abrupt.
ly said,
{" Confound the mouse, sally. How
do you like the yonng miniater I"
A little surprised, but not at all Ia.
ken aback by the suddenness of the
question, Sally said,
"Ah, we are very fortunate No
many such young men nowadays.
And then Sally gave deep gh.
Well, what's the matter with you
then 20 said Mark.
"Ol / was only thinking" said TIL
old lady solemnly, " what a pity It'll
that good young folks, who like eaci
, other can't cama topether and be mar