The Elk County advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Pa.) 1868-1883, 1871-08-03

|, over TO Mar1GOld pace, anu new ID chub
along with Lucy Ellen in the best par
lor, that always made you sneeze ter go
inter it, or out in the porch, where she
was mostly sitting, sewing like lady in
her muslin gowns, and curls, and neck
laces, and whatnots that the other young
fellows he'd given her. Oh, l tell you,he
was that much in love with her that the
Marigolds thought it was sure thing
though he'd never said nothing in par
ticular; and heerd tell as how Miss
Marigold he'd begun to stone the raisins
for the wedding-cake, and looked at
Swiss muslins and delusion lace over to
Shopville. But there's many hole in
the skinner, and one of 'em was big
enough for Lucy Ellen's beau ter slip
through. 1t was enough ter make your
heart big with envy and wish yourself
young agin, with blush in your cheek,
and fortune in your eyes, to see her
and Mr.. Barrister together, a-walking to
meeting, and a-loitering along the way,
and a-hanging over the gate in the twi-
lights, and a-sailing OIL at sunset ON the
river. Wa'al, we can't be young but
onst. How he used ter look at herewith
his soul in them great eyes of hisn, and
every word she said was law and gospel
to his ears Them was heydays for Lucy
Ellen, and they might hev Tapped over
ter this time if she'd he'd a proper res
pect for the truth, and not a tried to de-
ceive and hoodwink him as was honest
as daylight with her, and would have
thought all the better of her for being
capable and doing her duty. But there,
it was the way she was brought up: "as
the twig is bent the trees inclined" 1t
was second natur for her ter make be-
lieve, and don't know as she could help
it, no more'n she could help looking like
an apple blossom. Dear, dear how
every body was a-tallSing about what
handsome couple they'd be, and what
match it was for Lucy Ellen, and a-look-
ing forward to the wedding fixings, and
ter dreaming on the wedding cake, and
a-planning it all out for her, as folks do
He used ter bring her books of verses,
and read 'em sitting on the doorstep at
Lucy Ellen's feet,T and she thinking of
goodness knows what, for doubt if she
understood o word of 'em, though she
made believe mighty natural and pret-
ty: she knew how.
One day when he drove her over TO
Shopville, he asked what number of glove
she wore. .-.-,. ...
"The last pair bought" said she,
"was SKIES" And so they were. They'd
! got by mistake, you see, in among the
sevens, and she'd he'd to sell 'em ter Hitty
Haven for half price. So Mr.. Barrister,
he goes and buys the handsomest pair
of skies, the color of the lilock bushes,
and all perfumed up, and Lucy Ellen
she thanks him in her pretty, innocent
way, and puts 'em out of sight; and soon
as ever his backs turned, oyer she skips
to Shopville, by herself, and gifts pair
of sevens and when he comes ter walk
ter meeting with her next Sunday, says
she, smiling up at him sweet as musk:
81 shall never put on my beautiful
gloves, Mr.. Barrister, without thinking
of you" ... -.
81 wish they might last forever,
then," said he. And I'll be bound that
Lucy Ellen's heart gave great thrill of
pain and delight, jest as mine did when
her father But there, that's nothing to
do with Lucy Ellen, only I'll be bound
she thought he was going for to say
something worth hearing. But be never
did say anything higher to it. She's
got them lilock skies hid away among
her fnery ter this day, dreadful witness
es of her folly. Perhaps she keeps 'em
as kind of reminder of her sins-as
penance, you know-though, goodness
knows, she's suffered for 'em. Wa'al, 1
sometimes think troubles is sent for our
advantage, ter learn us things we
wouldn't hev no idce of without 'em.
Now if Lucy Ellen he'd merried Mr..
Barrister, and things he'd gone on
smooth, and she'd a lived in grandeur
all her days, she'd "a gone on deceiving
and making believe to the end of the
chapter, without ever seeing the harm
or seeing what she was adding of; but
one day comes along this here disap-
pointment, and sort of stirs the soul up,
and sets it ter wondering what it's all
for and she goes to thinking and re-
fecting about herself, and the upshot
is that Lucy Ellen Marigold isn't the
same girl to-day that she was the last
time she set eyes on Mr.. Barrister. You
see the term of court was drawing ter
close, and Mr.. Barrister he was as deep
in love as ever, when, the last day, he
went over to Marigold's place, round by
Farmer Knowless cider mill, and up the
lane where the wild roses grew, that led
by Miss Marigold's kitchen windows /;
and going by, natural enough, he looked
in, without a thought of doing anything
unhandsome, or peeking where he wasn't
wanted ter, and there, with her sleeves
rolled up over her white round arms,
with her cheeks like twin roses, eyes like
| jewels, stood Lucy Ellen, ironing away
the weeks washing for dear life, and
cumming a love-song. Of course she
didn't see him, though he stood stock
still for full minute, drinking in the
loveliness and the deftness of her. Then
he walked around to the fore-door and
pulled the bell, There was some delay
in answering of the door, and then Miss
Marigold herself opened it, smiling like
| summer.
! Wouldn't Mr.. Barrister walk in So
glad to see him."
Mr.. Barrister went in, heart as light
/ as feather, and his mind made up,
don't doubt, to ask Lucy Ellen to be
his'n.
| "Can I see Miss Lucy p said he. ie
"-Aheu,w said she, a-coloring and
clearing his threat, Lucy Ellen will be
in preeently,I guess she stepped out a
while ago ter make call up to Square
Tendom's. I'm expecting her back any
/ moment"
| Can't You see the poor young mans
face at such wonderful news, the eyes
big with astonishment and pain
wonder which he believed at the fust mo-
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