The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1867-12-25
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A MINERS LOVE STORY,

Nelly Glover was the aprettiestslass
in the village. Her eyes were Of the
sweetest blue; her cheeks were like
a rose; and you might have thought
her brown hair was the finest silk.
Then she had acfgdrs like fairy, it
was so, trim; and with waist you
could. almost spans i loved Nelly, but
as for that all the young chaps of, the
village were of the same mind, and
she might have had her pick of rus
the worst of it was she treated US all
alike, and wouldn't look at one more
than the other She had a smile fop
everybody, and was always goOd1tem-
pered but there it ehdsdy and, some
how, none of us could screw up the
courage to try her further.
I don't know how often | thought
it over. 1t came into my head the
FIRST thing In the. morning, and there
it remained the, last thing at night,
when it either kept me awake or
haunted my dreams, AT last it quite
took possession Of mes No matter
where I was digging, or blasting, or
| tunneling; above ground on down in
the pit; mythoughts turned oneNelty,
and from being the Observation-Disclosures
the village, just came to be the dull
i est. . HsT bsqqi T-fsddnT rRjS bnF slzaE
One morning there was no werkiin
1 the pit for my gang, because the viewer
wanted thatpaTt et4 the scam scored
i up, and it struck me, all at once, that
I would have trout with Nelly; SO |
made myself smart, and set off, walk
| ing as brisk KY as If it was for a wa ger.
You may think it was concert, IN me,
4 but I can say that I was then as clever
a chap, to look at as you would otteh
see-and I knew i'll For ALI that, I
4 began to walk a little slow when |
i caught sight of Mrs. Glover's cottage,
i and I felt a dread at my heart. But
! I Wention. and had just got up toa the
cottage, when who shoulducome out
i but Nelly herself. She never looked
4 prettier than at,that minute; but, ap-
pearing SO suddenly, she dashed my
i spirit, and [ hadn't word to say to
4 her. .
| why. Charley, what IS the mat
ter?"' she cried, in a frightened sort
4 Well, it is just this I said And
there I stopped. ;a4tt. la,7.,I l.ba3o.,
i Is anything wrong With Jack p
she cried quickly. Az
II Jack?" .aGsL isa55
g Yes, he is. down in the pit, and
they.say it's foul which makes moth
er and me uneasy. You haven't heard
/ auything?p andshe lookedin my eyes
as though she would read me through
| No, nol' ] answered, steadying
now that thought | could comfort
her, 81 : He is all right. You musn't
mind what the old women OF the vii
lage say, or you'll be looking for q
blow up every day in the year, when
there is nothing more than common
| I havn't come to you about. Jack
Nelly; it is about myself" 49,.
She gave me another look now; then
/ her cheek flushed up like flame, and
/ her eyes turned away. ,u
/ DO you know what I want to say
. Nelly2 [ Beat on.a.hs' IL wish you did
for can't tell it. uItis more than
have got words for.i How love you
/ how gou are always before me, how
] am crazed and mad about youallBut
! though | can't say all want to, here
! [ stand, and [ woaldR t. change with
! king, If you'll take me as Ham
/ . All, Charley, you doaitknow how
] you pain me, - she Answered.
Don't say that, Nelly. [ doubted
I about speaking to you, but now tha
/ | have done its now That | can't go OF
deceiving myself you have any pity
in your heart, Show it to me. and
VII cherish h i you to the day Of FIN m
Z" It's no use" she replied; " I car
neVerA marry a hpimap9 Il gave tn,
| promise to mother and Jack when WI
walked up the village at the funera
! of my poor. father and brothers, al
; three Killed in the mine-our, grea
sorrow. which I can never think 2
: without crying. s..,f I+..1,r,l,a-,
I II And the tears, it was true, were run
d. ming down her cheeks. though, for tB'
moment, she. seemed to, me, to b,
: harder than stone And [ seemed tt
! turn to stone myself. l had no reeol
) lection. no feeling, no sense, and ]
! couldn't have moved astep to save m!
, | life. Then it all flashed upon me likt
lightning. took last look at Mel
lyYdropped my head upon my breast
and without saying another word,
walked out of the gate
Our village. seldom looked bright
no matter how the sun shone, afC
now felt as if the sun would never
shine again for me, so, as my eye fel
on the line of cottages, with the cloud,
s hanging down from above, and moth
ing round but waste, [ thought