Weekly Trinity journal., 1872-06-29

him to-day. He was not compaining.'
" lie denies himself much pleasure, -
said Eliza, ain not coming here tonight,
for this is the place where we always
have a good time. Aunt Judy knows
how to give an apple-bee."
" You let Mapes alone" answered
Timms," he knows what he's about"
What do you mean ?" asked Eliza.
"Oh, | mcan," replied Timms, that
Mapcs is the prince Of good fellows, and
gets invitations where the rest of Us
DON'T"
"Where is Mapes tonight" asked
Eliza, now fully aroused.
81 don't know, for sure" answered
Timms. He told me to-day there were
special reasons for his coming here, but
that he had an invitation to the rich and
aristocratic Squire Huntoon's, who is
celebrating his daughters birthday, and
that he didn't know which way he would
go :" and Timms turned away to talk to
the next prettiest girl in the room.
Petted young women are seldom legi-
cal or patient. When the party broke
up, Eliza accepted Tmms' escort to her
home, and, before they arrived there,
she had consented to become, with the
least possible delay, Mrs. Timms. The
next morning the engagement was an
nounced, and preparations for the we'd
ding commenced. Timms was cXultant
happy Timms
For a few days Timms was not much
seen in public-perhaps for want OF cour-
age to wear his blushing honors openly ;
perhaps for want Of courage to meet other
contingcncies-wh knows? But man
cannot make arrangements for his own
wedding from a fixed standpoint, and he
was compelled TO venture out. In a
quiet and secluded by-way he met Atapes.
The meeting to him was surprise; he
smiled ieeby, and extended his hand.
But Mapes, intent on business, strobe
squarely up to Iimms and planted a Wig
orous blow on one Of his eyes, which
caused that gentleman to measure his
length in the dust. Timms sprang to
his feet, and showed fight but another
blow on the other eye sent him again to
grass, where he continued to lie.
SECT up" said Mapes.
You'll knock me down again, :" said
Timms.
"Yes," returned Mopes 81 will"
"Thon | won't get up" said Timms.
You're an internal scoundrel," j." said
Mopos.
81 can'thelpyours saying so, )" answered
Timms.
You sawed the log" said Mapcs.
What log ?" asked Timms.
You sawed the log" repeated Mapcs,
advancing a step.
"Yes-stop," said Timms; ;"I sawed
the log"
"Wen, you ouneedn't think, i" said Mapcs,
that after your marriage you're going
to tell that story, and make me laugh
ing stock"
"Il never speak Of it," whined
Timms.
Perhaps you won't" said Mapes /;
"but | am going to swear you before |
get through. There's another thing: you
won the woman by your d trickory,
and l know it is in you to abuse her; so
I'm going to swear you to treat her kind
| ly."
"I'll swear" said Timms.
Hold up your hand" said Mapes.
Timms held up his hand.
Now repeat after me: Il, Silas
Timms, solemnly swear that | will never
bring to the knowledge Of any human
being that | sawed the log whereby Dan
iel Mapcs fell into the creek and lost Il
wife and, further, that | will, she CON
senting, marry Eliza Reed, and always
treat her kindly; so help me God"
Timms repeated the oath, ve,dattm.
"Now, get up and 60 home," said
Mapos. 81 don't think you'll be mar
ried till your eyes get out Of mourning,
and by that time III be far enough away.
But don't think I'll lose sight Of you ;
and if you don't keep your oath, you'll
see me-"
Timms arose from the ground, shook
off the dust, and walked away but when
he had secured safe distance, he shouted
back, exultngy:
"Mapes, she's an angel"
In twenty years Daniel Mapes had
learned many things, and among them
this Life is very much as we make it..
ror, and looks at US with the face we pre-
sent. 1t returns scowl for scowl, and
smile for smile. 1t echoes our sobs and
our laughter. To the cold, it is as icy as
/ the northern seas to the loving, it is as
/ balmy as the isles of the tropics lie had
learned a still harder lesson; which was,
to forget the grefs, the sorrows, the
Sights. the wrongs, and the hates Of the
past. The effect Of this lesson was to
make it appear that the lines, to him,
had fallen in pleasant places. His rotund
form and firm muscle bespoke a good di-
gestion, while cheerful countenance
told Of mental peace. A fair woman
called him husband, and children called
him father. A beautiful home in the
Santa Clara Valley was theirs besides
which, Mapos had many broad acres OF
land, as well as many head Of stock run
ming nearly wild in the counties Of Mon
terey and San Luis Obispo,
Once in each year the cattle that Craze
on California's hills are gatheredin bands