Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1869-06-10
NANNIE ANsAR's STORY,

Somebody cameout of the barn, wher
l went by with my milking pals, and
caught me about the waist and kissed
me.
"Fie! for shamep' said L, "and all
the world looking. likely. What will
they think of me?"
"Oh," says he, "who minds what they
think? They can only say that George
Gillot loves Mamie Ansar enough to
kiss her, and if they could say that
Mamie Ansar loved me as welr'-
But there sharp voice broke in
upon US:
"Nannie! Mamie! l want you in
hurry" and out of the house came
Tabitha as though the whirlwind blew
her.
Away went George Gillot to his hay,
and there l stood before Miss Tabby
Gillot. and she put out her gaunt,
brown hand, and clutched my shoulder
tight, and says she:
"Nannie Ansar, l saw my nephew
kiss you. Has he done it before?"
"Once or twice, Miss Tabby."
"He's very bad young man, then, "
said Tabby.
"Bad?" says 1; "Oh, no, Miss Tab
by-a better man never walked"
''Poor, foolish child" said She
Don't you know he is rich farmer
and you are servant?"
81 do, Miss" said l. ."and all the
kinder of him to like me So"
"To like your says she. "Well,
you are an innocent bit of girl, l be-
lieve, and l will give You a bit of a
er hating. when man makes love to a
girl he'd be too proud to marry
George Gillot is going to make Rose
Clifford his wife. AS for YOU
Engaged to Miss Giffordp' said l,
and my voice was not my own as !
heard it. "Then why does he kiss 9TH
er folks?"
because he thinks them FOOLS" said
Miss Tabby, and then she walked
away, and all my blood seemed turned
to gall, and there was no such bitter
woman under the sky as 1. Though
why 1 should hate poor Miss Rose Gif
ford instead of George Gillot, no one
could tell, though woman might fee
why. .
One thing l knew right well--1 coulc
not stay there. And so that night
went to Miss Tabby.
81 must leave you, ma a'am," said L
"I'm going to the city to live."
And she paid me my wages withou
a word; and that night was off on th'
train for New York. l learned trad
in that city and worked at it, bu
amidst all the stitching kept thinking
of George Gillot. Was he married yet
and had she made him happy-tha
silly girl at whom 1 had heard bin
laug Oh so often? and how, poor cir
that 1 was, l had twice the truth il
me that she had, for l knew her well
Perhaps l grew graver than l used t
be, and paler. You may live all you
life without love. suppose, as blin'
man born without sight, and neve
miss it, but to lose it after it has bee
yours, is a bitter thing, the bitteres
we have to bear, l think, and 20
know l believed George Gillot love
me.
The trade worked at was the bind
ing of hats, and the halter was an oil
bachelor, quiet and fat, but good ms
: tured, and not, as l could Judge, pa:
forty-6ve. 1t wasn't long before
knew he liked me, nor before the othe
girls fell to plagueing me about him.
At first l used to shrink from th
thought, but l was lonely and he We
kind. Not ugly, neither, and wit
/, firm red and white skin, and hone'
blue eyes, and something as a daugf
ter feels I felt for him after Will
and then it seemed worth while to spen
ones lite making good mans hon
happier. At last, he took me by tt
hand one day, in no more romantic
place than the hatter's shop. and said;
"Nannie, if you'll be my wife yo
shall never repent it."
Just said-''I don't believe I eve
should, Mr.. Wharton" And that WI
all either of us said.
1 cried a little in my own room, th'
night, and 1 took George Gillot's lit
presents ring and a locket, and
bound hymn book with my nan
on it-from my trunk and burned
up. Why 1 had kept them SO long
:. could not tell. And tken l sat dow
and thought.
This was not just what had dreame
of. Long ago, when l was Chi
and had happy home, my nurse use
to tell me of fairy prince, who can
over the sea to marry a young princes
and used to think that, some da
d such a prince would come for me-
J. and this good man, with his double ch
and dark blue eyes, was no fan
. prince. by any means. And afte
wards, when death took my paren
and nothing was left for the little Q
phan but to work for her daily brea
and gannt Miss Tabby took me into b
l:x.I. 49, - dno.e,a Gillot