Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1869-12-31
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An Uncommon Lovers Quarrel.

and 1T rains-and-"
"And what, child2" said the pleasan
voice of Aunt Mary Denman, as she ex
amined the countenance of her neice.
"And | wish was dead, or had neye
been born--or something--I scarcel,
know what" and Maggie Meredith
beautiful lips were pouted, and strang
cloud of sullenness and dissatisfaction
hung portentiously over the fresh younI
face.
dislike very much, Maggie, to hea
such remarks as these you have Just ut
tered from any lips; much more, my
dear, from yours. Life is not all sun
shine and sweetness; but it remains Will
US, as God-loving, God-fearing individu
ais, to be content with the part assigned
us, and live it out patiently.
| " Oh, yes, that is all very nice to talk
about, but suppose one wasn't given any
patience to start with does body pos
sess little root or slip of anything, why,
one can cultivate it, of course, but pa
tience can't be manufactured"
Harry is all the time lecturing me.
If it be necessary to find so much fault
now, the probabilities are we shall never
be happy; for l cannot and will not en-
dure so much badgering. l told him so
last night, and gave him back our en-
gagement ring" and Maggie held up her
forefnger obviously; "and told him nev-
er to come near me again. Ivow won't t
be everlastingly talked to; so therel"
"You have triAed, Maggie, with one
of the noblest men God ever made ;
thrown away the costliest pearl he will
ever offer you. Maggie, am astonish-
ed"
oh, mercy, if this isn'ttedious! You
talk, Auntie, like crazy person. Do
you imagine for moment, that l court
this everlasting humdrumming I am
compelled to listen to, at home and
abroad, from relatives, friends and lover ?
Do you suppose that do not, from the
bottom Of my heart, deplore the fate that
sent me into this breathing world, scarce
half made up, and that SO lamely and
questionable that dogs bark at me as l
bali ~ theras niUllare, / suppose, was
thinking about the hump on his back; !
refer to my mental and moral deformity
Someway everybody seems to feel at lib
ty to descant on my infrmities and right
before my face and eyes too. l didn't
tell Harvey to make love to me, and run
after me two years before he got a chance
to whisper word Of it. He has got i'm
pudence-therei is no mistake about that. "
"What is the trouble between you and
Harvey, my dear?" inquired Auntie,
endeavoring to calm herself, for Maggie
was very dear to her. Ever since the
death of her parents, some five years pre-
vious, Aunt Mary had had the care Of
her neice. She was keenly alive to the
faults of the girl, but believed that time,
experience, and the love of a really wor.
thy man to whom Maggie was about tc
marry, would round off the rough edges
of her character, and bring out, like the
refner's fire, the traits of true nobility
she knew she possessed.
Like the majority of quarrels," re
piled Maggie, it originated from moth
ing. I said that / hated beggars, that:
ALL"
"Why, Maggie, are you deranged p
said Auntie, who could with difficulty re
press a smile,-" You of all others say
such thing you who keep the kitch
en- filled with the objects of your charity
How could you tell such a falsehood
Well, the other night, just as W,
were getting out of the carriage at Pike
i was in a hurry, knew the opera haC
commenced-a forlorn old beggar, hi
breath smelling of whiskey, stopped us
It was awful cold, and Harvey kept nj
standing minute or two on the walk
while he felt in his pockets for money t,
give the old vagabond to buy some NOR
rum with. / was vexed and cold anC
if he had let me alone, and not kept ask
ing questions, / should not have said tht
awful words. | declared it would havt
altered the case had the man not been ,
drunkard. Harvey insisted that society
was to blame for that sin, and he as :
member of it, would never turn his bacl
upon man who he knew was cold anC
hungry. lie could not abolish rumsell
ing, aud starving drunkard was just a
much an object of charity to him as /
starving minister. Good gracious, didn'
his eyes snap though He's as much to,
radical as l am too willful. Then saiC
l hated teggars, anyway"
Aunt Mary could say nothing, advis,
nothing. She saw that by little judi
cious management on the part Of the lov
er, this grand finale might have beer
averted; but men are not natural diplo
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