The dollar weekly bulletin. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1862-1864, 1864-04-21
MARRYING FOR LOVE.

heard OF him until ne came hanging atoupu
last summer, calling himself an artist, and
sketchin' every old pile. Of stuns. he came
across. Able Powers is worth a dozen OF
| him and expect when he comes to night
VOL tell him your much obliged for his
kind offer, and you'll try to make him
good wife. Either you promise Abel Pow
ers this very night to marry him, and give
Ip this ridiculous nonsence about that other
feller, or you leave my house quicker'n
lightning. ss s
sunff-colnred ribbon on her cap .quivered
omiuously Susy rose without word. her
cheeks glowing, and deliberately walked
out of the house, scarcely staying to tie her
little sun-bonnet under her chin.
True as live she has goue,' exclaimed
the widow, half relenting. / didn't caicu-
late she'd fire up so quick. But let her 60
II don't care. She'll be back again, soon
enough ~
A Short time afterwards. Susy Barton sat
on a fallen log in the woods. the sun-bon-
net pushed back from her glossy auburn
b air, her tiny feet stirring the withered fern
plumes below, and her blue trusting eyes
turned upon the face of tall, slender young
man, who stood beside her, his dark hair
blown about by the sunset wind
This Abe Powers is a rich farmer, dear
est is be not? asked the stranger.
Susy nodded wonderingly. .f
Then, he pursued, / scarcely know why
you choose in preference, one like me, who
only offers his loving heart. l .t-
Because, returned Susy innocently, low.
ed you'll
And are you willing to share my lot,
hard and comfortless as it may bel do not
say will be.
L would 90 to the worlds end, said Susy,
earnestly putting both her little palms in
Harry Grayworth's outstretched hands
And so she placed the seal upon her fate for
richer or poorer. for better OrswOr se!
twas the evening before Christmas
cold and clear, with snow on the hills aud
the woods all swapping and cracking in
sheath of ice. The widow Stone trudging
along the road that led to Ellerton Hall,
began to speculate rather uneasily whether
she would reach her destination before dark.
Fer she was carrying a famous receipt Tor
Christm as pies to the housekeeper al Eller-
ton Hall.
It's fne place, soliloquised the widow
Stone as she sat down 10 rest herself on
green boulder By the way side, aud only to
think that Mr.. Ellerton has lived away from
it all his life. 1 don't see what folks find so
dreadful nice in travelling about, l must say.
However, Mrs. Peckham, a clever old lady
she is and wears real handsome caps--she
SAYS he's coming home to- morrow with his
young wife. It's great thing to be born
rich. I'd like to get peep at Ms. Eller-
toni woude or if she'll be at church Sum
day, | spose she wears a silk gown every
day of her life; and white embroidered
skirts. Mrs. Peckham says they've been
ittin' up the house won nderful fine for her,
The widow was plodding along once more,
when there was a CHEEKY jingle of sleigh
be lis in the road behind her, and two fiery
horses we're checked close to her. a sweet
face, set in frame work of auburn curls,
leaned out of the window and two eager
hands were extended. .-. ... ~
Auntyi ... -. .5--. -. ~
Law sakes alive calculated the widow
its Susy Barton. Child, where have you
been all this time, and where are you going
nov?' r.,-,. -.--i- = -
Z, Jump in, Ahnly-1'm going to the Hall,
and Just come from your house where the
door was most inhos spitably closed.
The widow had determided to play the
role of relentless guardian, but she could
not resist the infection of Susy's kiss and
hug.
| Going to the Hail. eh? Oh, you've got
a situation there-I spose you're Mrs. Eller-
toms lady maid? i o. ..;e.1 r...a ~
Why, yes laughed Susy, do some times
wait on Mrs. Ellerton. 81
Well, Pm glad you've got tolerably re-
spectacle place, though you'd better have
married Abel Powers-and why hav'nt you
| let me see you store2
How could ], aupt? we only arrived at
the Hall this morning. and L started for
your house the first minute L could slip
away. 's
Got pretty good situation? 60
Very, said Susy.
You'll foe the housekeeper a dreadful
lice lady, said the widow, patronizingly.-
I'll speak a good word for you to her if you
like.
Thank you, said Susy yelling her eyes
beneath their Ions lashes. @ -
What sort of a person is Mrs. Ellerton?
pursued the widow. She must be easy
tempered. if she lets you go cutting round
in this velvet cushioned sleigh with feller
in a gold banded bat to drive you.
Oh, she's very kind to me, returned Susy.
/ Is she pretty?
Well-I don't know-I can't say exactly,
said Susy. slightly embarrassed. q
The old lady was just turning around to
demand an explanation, when the sleigh
dashed up in front of the broad marble
steps that led to the portico of Ellerton
Hall, and they descended.
Susy led the way through the archsd ves-
ibule into large drawing room, where 9
clear fire burned on the marble b earth, and
the purple velvet curtains swept to the floor
The chandelier was already lighted and
the gold and amethystine tints of the fres
coed ceiling seemed like canopy of prsc-
ious jewels to widow stones unaccustomec
eyes. -
This aint the housekeepers room? whis
pered the old lady twitchiDg ber neice'
dress IN dismay. Spose Mrs. Ellertol
should come in?