Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1868-07-01

u ieave him, II had to work my hnger
to the bone to earn my own living. An(
he wants me to have girl and be dres
sed up all the time, and read, and prac
tlce, and 60 out with him, and there's pool
little May Miller, that never sits dowr
once week, but is forever stew;ng in the
kitchen, and never word of thanks, Joe
always wondering why she don't do more
than she does. He ought to go to tread
mill himself And he never tastes a
drop of liquor, nor wouldn't for the world
and there's Nelly Grey's sot of husband
coming home beastly drunk every night Of
his life, and soaring the life out of her
Id see him drowned before I'd live with
him. And 'he' never smokes, nor chews,
while you can't go into anybody's else
house hardly, without stumbling over spit
toons, or being sufocated with somebody's
pipe or cigar. Dear me- | should die
in week, if had to live that way And
he is always so good-natured too, never
gave me cross word till to-day but here
she broke down entirely, sob after sob
tearing away in her throat and threatening
to choke her.
The paroxysm was too violent to last
long. As it subdued eho dashed off the
..z4--s .L.s hooded her cheeks, wiped her
eyes. brushed back her hair, ana going to
the sink, bathed her face thoroughly. Then
she stood few minutes as if gathering up
resolution, calm. beautiful expression
playing about her lips.
The words of her old pastor had come
back to her all at once as she sat there
weeping. The words he had spoken to her
the evening before her marriage. My
little girl, you have made a good choice.
George Graham, your promised husband,
is young man of excellent princiI les and
good disposition, and will do his best to
make you happy. But he is not perfect,
no man is. And you must be patient with
his failings; always patient. One cross
word leads to another, and that to another
till by and by there's quarrel, and then,
good by to happiness Don't scod, but
cox, don't drive, but lead. And if you
ever feel tired with him, think how much
worse it might have been. And always.
always remember that he is no saint, but
only a man a mortal and weak. Be it
your work, little girl to make his earthly
home happy one, and lead him onward
and upward towards that holier one not
made with hands
Dead vet speaketh,' she said. solemn
", as that long, earnest talk came back to
her. And--and, I'll do it any way. If
he won't forgive, if he won't agree to be
gin again and try it over, why-oh, L
never, never can go out alone into the
world, and see him married to another
woman Oh, I'll never say another word,
[ won., not one, if he has every chair
piled to the ceiling with coats and pants,
and the floor waist deep with boots and
rubbers. | don't see what made me speak
so cross to him. I'll get girl tomorrow,
that can cook better than |, and
I'll take his things myself and take care of
them. What must he have thought of me
to hear me say such dreadful things
And filing up the stove with coal.
draining the water off the vegetables, and
leaving the oven door open she ran up
st9an stn9alrS ii9 m1 Pmt .a ana gloves and locking
the door after her, went out.
1t was bitter cold, but she did not mind
it. The wind was driving the sleet into
her face, but she only drew the veil closer
over her swollen eyes and hurried on. 1t
was slippery as glass, but her gathered feet
ran along as if sharp shod. She had but
one thought-to see George again, tell him
how sorry she was. and bring him back TO
dinner
With shout and hurra little fel-
low came coasting down one of the cross
hor ha
curb-stone The sled whirled, zig-zagged
a moment, and then run her down. She
screamed involuntarily, and as she fell,
put out her hands imploringly. Some one
clasped them, held them tightly brief
spell, and then assisted her TO her feet
Some one spoke to her. Some one said
kindly. tenderly, lovingly, Are you much
hurt, Susie| Some one drew aside her
veil Some one looked pityingly into her
eyes. Who was it think you?
% George. | am so glad you happen
ed here | was going down to the office
after you.
Were you, Susie? And l was coming
up to the house to see you
He looked about him few seconds,
and then said meaningly, just halt acay
and ace met
The next minute he was tucking her lit
tie hand under his elbow, and guiding her
back home. walking slowly, cautiously,
and asking at every few steps if she
were sure she were not much hurt and
adding, he'd send the little rascal to Jail
if she were to all of which she said earn
estly, Not any hardly; only frightened a
little; he wasn't to blame for the sled's
turning I'm so glad we met
Inside the front door, before hardly
the lock had sprung, he caught her to his
heart, and as he held her in the warm
close embrace, he kissed her passionately
What did you think Of mo, a"ri;"e
for talking SO to you? you don't know how
sorry | am
What did you think of me, George
scolding you as l did ? if you only knew
how I cried afterwards
But l plagued you dreadfully know
Susie. You are so neat, and l am such a
careless scamp
1t was l who plagued you, George
I've no business to be so neat as to make
myself cross, fussy old thing, and
won't any more l won't say word
George, if you turn the whole house top
sy-turvy every time you come in. 0
George, to think of our quarreling so, be
fore we've been married year,
And you running away to leave mt
here alone, O, Susie, [ should have ru1
after you before morning
1t was awful-the way we talked t.
each other. Can you ever forgive me p
Yes, indeed; 1 forgave you ten min
utes after had reached the Office though
going down there, Susie, l did wish, al
most, that you were little bit slovenly