The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1869-05-13
MAMIE ANsAR,s STORY.


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Somebody came out of the barn
when ] went by with my milking
pals, and caught me about my waist
and kissed me.
"Fyl for shame ?" said l "and all
the world looking, likely. What will
they say Of me ?"
OF, says he, "who minds what
they think? They can only say Geo.
Gillot loves Nannle Ansar enough to
kiss her, and if they could say that
Mamie Ansar loved me as well-'
But there was sharp voice broke
in upon US. a
"Nanniei Nanniel want you in a
hurry !" and out of the house came
Miss Fabitha as though q. whirlwind
blew her. 80. r-.g
Away went George Gillot to his
hay, and there ] stood before Miss
5Tabb GiIlot, and she put out her gaunt
brown hand and clatched my shoulded
tight, and says she: m
".Nannie Ansar, l saw my nephew
kiss vou--has hedone it before ?"
g Once or twice, Miss Tabby."
He's very bad young man, then,
said Tabby. aI
g Bad ~ says ], "Oh, no, Miss
Tabby--a better never walked"
sPoor, foolish child" says she
i" Don't you know that he is a rich
farmer and you. are servant 2"
81 do, Miss" saidI, .and all the
kinder of him to like me- So"
"To like your" says she. Well
you are an innocent bit of a girl, / be
lieve, and III give you a hint. 1t il
Gar from liking, it's nearer hating, when
man makes love to a girl he'd be toe
proud to marry. George elliot is go.
ing to make Rose Clifford his wife
As for YOU
g Engaged to GifFord!s said
and my voice was not my own as
heard it. sThen why does he kis.
other folks?"
"Because he thinks them fools,
said Miss Tabby, and then she walked
away, and all my blood seemed turned
10 gall and there was no such bite
woman under the sky as /. Thougl
why should ] hate poor Miss Ros'
Clifford, instead ofGeorge Gillot, N,
one could tell, though a woman nigh
feel.
One thing 1 knew right. we'll
could not stay there. And so tina
night went to Miss Tabby:
"I must leave you ma,am," said
I'm going to the city to live."
And she paid me my wages withou
a word, and that night was off o.
the train to New York. I learned
trade in the city and worked at it, bu
amidst all the stitching I kept think
/ ing of George Gillot. Was he Marie
| yet? And had she made him happy
that silly girl, at whom I had hear
him laugh SO often? and did he kno1
how well / loved him +? and how, poe
girl that was, I had twice the trut
in me that she had, for I knew he
well. Perhaps I grew graver than
: used to be, and paler You may liy
all your life withoutlove, 1 suppose,s
a blind man born without sight, an
never miss it; but to lose it after
has been yours, is q bitter thing, I'll
bitterest we have to bear, I think, an
you know / believed George Gill,
loved me. a."
2 The trade worked at was the bin,
: ing ofhats, and the halter was an ol
bachelor, quiet and fat, but good-n
/. tured, and not as / could Judge, pa
forty-fivc It wasn't long before
knew he liked me, nor long before Il
other girls fell to plaguing me abo'
him. At first used to shrink fro
5 the thought, but I was lonely and
was kind. Not ugly, either, with h
firm red and white skin aud homes
blue eyes and something as daug
ter feels felt for him, for awhile, al
then 1t seemed worth while to spel
ones life making good mans hou
brighter aud happier. And at Ia
ls he took me by the hand one day,
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