Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1872-08-29

down entirely, sob after sob tearing
away in her throat, and threatening to
choke her.
The paroxysm was too violent TO
last long. As it subsidized, she dashed
of the tears that flooded her cheeks,
wiped her eyes, and bathed her face
thoroughly.
Then she stood few moments as if
gathering up a resolution. A calm
beautiful expression played about her
lips. The words Of her old pastor had
come back to her all at once as she sat
there weeping. The words he had
spoken to her the evening before her
marriage:
MY little girl. you have good
choice. George Graham. your prom
lsed husband, ia q young man Of ex-
cellent principles and good disposition,
and will do his best to make you hap
py. But he is not perfect. No man
is. And You must be patient with his
failings-always patient. One cross
word leads to another, tin by and by
there's quarrel, and then good by to
happiness. Don't scold, but coax
don't drive, but lead. And if ever YOU
feel tired with him, think how much
worse it might have been. And always
remember that he is no saint, but only
a man a man, mortal and weak. BE
it your work, little girl, to make his
earthly home happy, and to lead him
onward and upward towards that holi-
er one not made with hands,
Dead yet speaketh,' she said sol
EMMY. rs that long earnest talk came
back TO her. 'And-and, I'll do it,
anyway. 1fhe won't, forgive, he won't
agree TO begin again, to try it over.
whv-oh, l never, can go out alone in
the world, and see him married to an
other woman, Oh, I'll never say an
other word, ! won't not one, if he has
every chair piled to the ceiling with
coats and pants aud the floor waist
deep with boots and rubbers. | don I
see what made me speak so cross to
him. I'll get 4 girl tomorrow some
body that can cook better than |. aud
I'll keep out of the kitchen and when
he comes in I'll take his things mvself
and take care of them. What must
he have thought of me to say such
| dreadful things"
And hlli0g M the stove with coal,
draining off the vegetables, and leav-
ing the oven door open, she ran up
stairs and put on her sacque and bon
net, and seized her muf and gloves,
and locking the door after her, went
| out.
IL Was bitter cold, but she did not
mind it. The wind was driving the
sleet right in 10 her face, but she only
| drew the thick veil closer over her
swollen eyes, and hurried on. II was
slippery a. glass, but her gathered feet
ran along as il shol. She had but
one thought-to see George again, and
tell how sorry she was, and bring him
back TO dinner.
With n shout and .hurrah.r IA little
fellow came coasting down one of the
cross streets just rs she had set her
foot upon the curb stone. The sled
whiried, zigzagged moment and then
ran her down. She screamed invoun-
tarily and, as she fell, put out her
hands imploringly. Some one clasped
them, held them tightly brief spell
and then gently assisted her TO her
feet. Some one drew aside her veil.
Some one looked pityingIy into her
eyes. Who was it, think you,
Oh, George am SO glad you hap
pened here. was going down to the
Office To see YOU
Were you, Susie: And | was com
ing up TO see you
He looked about him for few sec.
onds, and then said meaningly-
Just half way and We met
The next minute he was tuckinr her
little hand under his elbow. and guild
Ing her back home; waking slowly.
cautiously, and asking at every few
steps II she was sure she was not
hurt. and adding he'd send the little
rascal to Jail il she was to all OF
which she said earnestly
Not any hardly; only frightened a
little; he was not TO blame for the sled
turning: am SO glad we met
Inside the front door, before the
lock had hardly sprung, he caught her
to ms heart. and as he helo her III the
warm, close embrace, he kissed hel
passlonately.
What did you think OF me, darlins
for talking SO to you: You don't know
how sorry | am
What did you think OF me, & .orsc.
scolding you as l did? If you onl,
knew how l cried afterwards
But l plagued YOU dreadfully,
know, Susie. You're so neat. and In
such careless scamp
1T was | who plagued YOU. have
no business TO be so neat as to make
myself fussy. cross, old thing and
won't anv more. | won't say Il word
George. If YOU turn the house tops,
turvy every time YOU come in Oh
George. TO think Of our guarrelling st
before We have been married a wear .
And you running away to leave Int
here alone. Oh, Susie, l should hav,
run after YOU before morning.
1T was awful the way we talked to
each other. Can YOU forgive me?'
Yes, indeed; forgave YOU ten
minutes after reached the Office
though down there. Susie. | wish, al
mos;, that you were Il little sloven, in
stead OF such a tidy bit Of Il lady.
Il don't wonder. George. IT.
enough to make any man hate the
word neatness when his wife is forever
scoidlng about it 50 But do you
Know what | am going to do: I'm go
ing to have girl to cook, wash, irol
and scrub, and I'm going to meet 20,
at the door every time you come in
and put away all your things for you
so that we'll both bc suited. Tn
house will be in order. and we won
be bothered helping about it,
will you indeed. Susie Have tL
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