Mineral Point weekly tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1859-1868, 1865-10-11

tied again, or pretended to SETTLE to her
work. In that swift moment what thou
sands of kind and generous, and selfdenv-
ing thoughts shot like express trains
through Susan's little head Poor father,
mother getting old, William Brown, her
old sweetheart, that Wi 4 sailor-who had
ceased to write to her, and who was now
lying at Quebec, too late rcpentant, Grip
pied and ?ennless. sick, and perhaps dv-
ing. With Mr. Dobb's fortune, what fairy
dreams Of good she might realize.
a voice she knew, from behind her
chair, said, "Susan will you have me for
your husband?'
She hardly knew how to answer, but.
dropping her patchwork, she answered
navely, in low but firm voice, Yes,
sir ii you please"
Then there came calm kiss upon her
forehead, and a hand clasped hers. "You
shall never repent that word, Susan, said
Mr.. Dobbs. viii be good and true
You must do no more work in this place;
remember You are to be my wife Good
by, dearest"
When Susan dared to look around, he
was gone. But it was no dream, for there
was the Maybough she had brought from
Colchester, blooming in the great blue luz
over the mantle piece Susan ran and
dragged Aunt Thompson out Of tie coal
cellar, and told her all not boastineIv.
nor pertly, nor yainly, but with quite mod
est satisfaction; for, after all, she we'll
knew her heart would never break forth
into such flower as it had once done, and
the good fortune was still too recent and
too overwhelming.
How can SO feeble narrator as pre-
tend to describe the way in which Aunt
Thompson received the news; how she
turned tri-color with surprise, then pur
pie with delight, then hysterical with iov
how she sat down and rocked in the chair,
and then laughed and then cried As
am not writing fiction, why should | di-
late on these ob ious things?
The affair was kept secret for week
hv Mr. Dobbs wish and Aunt Thompson's :
advice; the only bad result Of which Sc
cresy was, that it DESTROYED the happiness
Of two aspiring men-Nr Tompkins and
the gay, rattling, honest guard of Col
chester coach, both Of whom proposed to
Susan within the week, and b 9th Of whom
We're rejected
\ night or two after the wedding, when
Susan and Aunt Thompson were chatting
alone on sent in pleasant Drap rs G
dens, Aunt Thompson, fooIishly enough,
began to cry as if her heart was going to
break.
why, dear aunty, aunty, what is the
matter said Susan fondling and kissin.
her good old cheek
~ m afraid, dear-Ive been thinking
I'm afraid that now you are married and
are rich and rolling in money, the beauty
and wonder Of all st Margaret Moses
which you was the very last Sunday as
ever was-you'I be getting ashamed Of
poor old aunt, and be sending me of, for
fear your new friends should think me IL
norant. and not fit for parlor visitors, and
out of place, and-ohr (ITere Niobe be
came a mere drinking fountain to the
Mississippi of the good old creature 5
grieC)
How tenderIy and softly Susan comfort
ed Aunt Thompson, and kissed her and
pulled off her gloves, and patted ler hands,
and hu@oed her waist, and assured her
that if the bank Of England got so full
actually refused to take any more of it
with dear Mr. Dohb's money that they
for fear Of financial apoplexy, still even
in that contingency she (Susan) would
love and cherish her old aunt, who had
been the cause Of all her good fortune, and
had enabled her to help poor William, and
perhaps save his life
In the second year Of Susan's marriage
she gave birth to a son, much to the de-
light Of the whole parish Of It, Margaret
Moses, and to the special JOY Of Aunt
Thompson and her crony, Mrs Jones.
now the pew~opcner. Nine years after
the marriage, Aunt Thompson died, and
eleven years after the marriage Mr.
Dobbs died They were both buried in
the black, quiet little chur h-yard of st
Marraret-Moses. No pleasant trees cast
wa ing shadows upon their tonb-stones
+ but mignoncttc bloomed sweet close al
hand and sunshine came and danced
across the the Sooty boughs of the solitary