The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1872-11-07

upon which true nobility sat enthroned.
NO need of acquaintance to tell what man
ner OF man he was. He had come to
Watertown on business, and had inform
ed Llz of his whereabouts. Indeed, these
two individuals had been in correspond
ence since the trouble between said gen
| tleman and Flory. and Liz had always
known that Philip Moreltnd was not mar
RED, but she wisely kept her counsel, be-
lieVlng that this lesson was needed for the
entire subiugation of the rebellious little
| Flory Not that there had been any false
| hood told though in this connection. A
Philip Moreland had married, but not
| this one.
I've come for you. Mr.. Moreland."
said Liz.
For met What for?" inquired the
| gentleman, in bewilderment.
'Ict on your great coat and come
along Wen talk aiterwards,n said the
woman in 4 tone of authority
''But Flory ?n
Don't know nothing at all about it. .
Has put her foot down that she won't
marry Hlram-confessed that she loves
| you married or single better than anybody
else IN the created world and it she can't
| have you, she'll live single till Gabriel
| h!nw@ his horn, and then look up Philip
| Morelandn .
| "l4lz, you have taken away my breath :"
"Wai, what if | have ?" replied the
strange woman. You refused to bulge
! till did"
The tn-cart was a little too much for
the anxious lovers risibilities even He
| laughed till the tears ran down his checks
/ and frDZp and tho,, Ia Il
til others came to melt them.
Over the hard uneven ground. thew
went, bumpity bump, while the bells
sounded out merry peal. which sound
| Liz declared just rs welcome to her ears
aS any wedding chime she ever heard
The tin-cart was left in he lane, ola
Dohbn carefully covered, and Farmer
Neyin's boy was sent to tell Dick Sanders
where his establishment could be found
''Just look here now; ain't that . pretty
sight ?n
And Liz brought her companion to a
sudden halt by the kitchen window.
There stood Flora, one foot on the stove
| hearth, her elbow on her knee, her head
resting in the palm of her left hand, while
with the right she diligently stirred the
pumpkin TO keep it from burning.
SET her to work to keep her from
thinking" said Liz, softly. s'Stay here in
the porch while sort OF prepare her like :;
| it won't take but a minute" she continued,
Us the impatient man would have rushed
| in.
''0h !iz, You got back-how glad am
| rs been awful lonesome here, Where
\ have yuu heen?"
\ .Wal, had Il little arrant about Mr.
! Morelaua. [ wanted to find out whether
wal, YOU see, whether he was married
pr not and find out he amt"
Liz Liz. Liz! who told yon Speak
quick dear old Liz, or I'll choke to death ="
At this .iuncture, Liz opened the porch
door, and with u burst of tears which the
poor old soul couldn't control another mo-
ment. sobbed out
ale did
What's the use Of going on Flory was
in the gcntlcman's arms, of course, and
the whole affair was lovingly and salts
iaclorily settled.
When, - few days after, Dick Sanders
pulled up to the door, LIS merrimcnt
was entirely beyond control; and when
he commenced to rellearse the story Of the
lost tn-cart il can he safely said that no
such pealS Of laughter ever echoed through
the Old farmhouse before or since.
Il heard those bells with my own ears.
Dick Sanders, and never heard 'em ring
s. fast before. 10 you believe in spirits,
Dick ~
''Golly! no, Liz; should be afraid OF
my shadow if did. You don't believe
in 'em. do YOU, Liz ~
There was Il spirit Of a woman in that
tin-cart Dick Sanders. as true rs you're