Cleveland morning leader. [volume] (Cleveland [Ohio]) 1854-1865, 1861-04-13

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oShe's 4 bashful child" thought the Of!
man, "and feels sort a shy" fer be trulJ
thought the minister was in the entry behipi
her, so he said with more than conner
ch~eerfulness, ASK him in, Nary ask hin
I'M
t "There is nobody here, father" she replied
l grayely. q I came from Aunt Sarahi
, alone"
"Umph p said Mark.
Mary made no allusion TO either lamps Of
/ WlndoR-curtalns, and after telling her father
as she usually did, the various items Of new
she had CLEANED from Aunt Sarah, quietly
withdrew, and leit him to his medltations.
As for Mark, he concluded Mary had made
a mistake in thinking herself IN object Of
special regard TO the minister, and said to
himself musingly, as he laid downon his pill
low;
WUmph wiser heads than yours, child,
make mistakes in their reckonings.'
Whether Miss Mary had made a mistake,
we do not say, but It is certain that the young
minister thought be had, when he came O1t
into the church porch that Friday evening,
and found her gone.
On the mex Wednesday the sewing circle
was held, and the minister was invited to tea.
Now, Mary was there, and had left word at
home for the hired man TO ZONE for her with
the chaise at nine O'Clock. The minister
made several Intellectual attempts to speak to
her during the evening, and when he heard
that the chaise had come, and she was going
to ride home, be somewhat anxiously fol-
lowed her into the entry, saying in an under
tone
al have been trying all the evening to
speak 10 YOU las though she did not know
III adding, " shall you be at home tomorrow
evering2'
al shall be at Aunt Sarah's," said Mary,
I" aud" she continued, with a roguish smile,
"Aunt Sarah will be very glad 70 see you
there
From that time, Mary spent all her Thus.
day evenings at Aunt arah's, and hisSSykes,
with whom the minister boarded, said she
did not know what II ell meant, but there
was one evening in the week that the minis
ter always went away, without telling any
body where he was going. And for her part
she must say, though she had tried and tried,
she couldn't find out.
One day, about a month after this when
Mark went down to the village for groceries,
Joe Smith, the grocer's son, said to him
"Well, Squire, how do you like the new
parson ?'
"Umph p said Mark, Ghe's no great
"Well, anyhow, he likes the folks up at
the Old Red, I'm thinking"
Mark looked up at Joe, inquiringly, and
then said:
HPshaw be never ONE there"
"Well, fhe don't he wants to, and that is
lust as bad" said Joe. "Folks say-and you
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'Souire-iolks say, you hold rather 100 tight
a rein with that girl Of yourn."
Mark made no reply, but gathering up the
packages that Joe had been tying up, he
strobe out of the store without stopping to
settle his bill.
aThe Squire's pretty huffy," said Joe,
with a mi~schieyous twinkle in his eye, as he
watched the unwonted speed with which the
old mare took her master up the hill, Now,
there was q creature that Mark was never
harsh to, aud that was this same old mare
"She is a knowing beast" be used TO say,
and any boy could see she took advantage
of her master 3 amiable weakness, for when
ever she happened to feel like it no matter
when, no matter where, she would suddenly
stop and nave a,resting spell.
On the day in question, however, she so
far sympathized with Marks haste to get away
from Joe Smith, that she kept up a brisk trot
until they were alfway to the Old Red.
But old habits are not easily broken, and
the shady, retired hollow they had how
come to, proved too great a temtation for the
old mare, so the trot subsidized into q walk,
and the walk into a decided stop. Mark sat
with his knit broWs and compressed lips,
thinking Of what Joe had said, and hardly
noticed where he was. Il was q charming
summers afternoon, and a slight breeze mus
tied the myramid leaves in the branches over
his head, as though the old trees we're whis-
pering secrets to each other. Whether any
such romantic ideas was suggested to Mark,
we cannot say, only he reused NJ, somewhat
suddenly, and looking about him, said Aith
emotion, eyes, this is the very place"
Tears gathered in the old mans eyes, and
though he brushed them away again, with his e
hard, rough hand, they still kept coming.
Yes, this was the very place, where, TWEEN :
ty-fve years before, Mark Goldsmith had told I
the beautiful Mary Willard the story Of his s
love; the very place whsle together they .
had promised to love each other until death. o
Mark was then poor, while her father Major
wasa rich man, yet be well REM
the generous kindness Of the old =
the free consent be gave to their union,
and the wealth that was transferred to him
1t his death. Nor did Mark forget Though
almost wished he could that Mary VIII
ard had said to him on that betrothal night,
.Oh, Mark, if my father should oppose us
jhould die" And was not Mary Goldsmith :
Mary Willard, with the same loving E
disposition ard winning ways? And was it
Tot possible for the young minister to love
lust as be himself had loved her sainted !
What if be had been tainted with q
Major Wizards broad acres instead z
If his daughter7
This thought was to much for Mark, and
gave the reignsa sudden and violent jerk,
hat started the old mare into a brisk trot q
Mark however, did not drive directly il
o the Old Red, but turned down the lane
hat led to sister Sally's and drove around f
INTO her yard. She immediately came to the =
ioor. for though her brother often called, he
seldom got out of his wagon. He used to :
"Nobody can call me ap old man, Sally,
IN sure, but l reckon tits the rheumatics 4
makes me kind Of stiff" :
But that afternoon he got out, and follow n
her into her pleasant sitting room, sat
Town in the arm chair.
Delighted with so unusual an occurrence, =
he old lady made an extra effort to entertain Al
and having exhausted all the topics con- n
his affairs, she began to talk Of her
entering at last into a somewhat
sngthy account of the capture and subse v
aent destruction Of a mouse that Lad 90
10 her chamber, the night before. p
Mark had not paid much attention 10 any II
no she had said. Something very differt b
was evidently on his mind, and before
had finished the mouse story, he made N
tineffectual attempts to interpOse a gues-
Il Each time she got as far as 'Sally, -,
hdo you like herr p but his sister went
psTeringly on, until he abruptly said:
1nfound the mouse, Sally. How do "