Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1872-08-09
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HOW HERMAN WON HIS WIFE

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HOW HERMAN WON HIS WIFE
L don't know how to answer you. YOU
news is very hard for me to bear. I fee
amazed, angry, Herman"
Herman Wilson, himself the picture o.
sorrowful amazement, looked at bis uncle
in silence, as the old man spoke with angry
vehemence. He was tall, stalwart young
man Of twenty four, with fresh, handsome
face. now deeply clouded. His uncle was
not over fifty, but an appearance Of i'll
health and teehleness made him seem much
older. His usual pallor crept once more
over his flushed, excited face, before be
spoke again to Herman, and his angry
voice was gentle as its wont, as he said:
I was hasty, Herman, hurt and sur
prised. Tell me now, how did it happen !?
I scarcely know how to tell you, sill,
said bis nephew. respectfully
Where did you meet this girl ?
Miss Miller said Herman, flushing q
little at his uncle's designation, was very
intimate with Mr.. Grey's daughters.
met her there Mr.. Grey made me wei
clerk
You met her at Grey's. Well!'
I loved her. That is all.
All! Enough, I should think. And
che loves you, I suppose, CT [ should moi
have heard all this p
She loves me- said the young man with
pardonable pride.
ooh. Herman, why couldn't you have
fallen in love with one of Grey's girls
Nice, domestic, home like girls, that would
have made home for you. know this
is an idle, stuck.up girl, if she is not fool.
ing YOU
1 think you misjudge her, uncle
DON'T tell me this was the answer, at
once sad and impatient She is John Mil.
ler's daughter can never welcome her
here. Never
I hope you will not hold to that resolu-
ton, Uncle James,
I suppose you were Influenced some by
the thirty thousand dollars her mother left
her 2
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Her mother kept that safely, and left it
to the daughter. l knew that at the time
she died Oh, my lad, think better of it.
Money is net everything
L tell you never heard of her moaey
till this minute. I wish you would see
her.
IL see her! Never! If you marry
John Miller's daughter, you may take leave
of me and the farm. III have none of that
blood around me- John Miller's daugh-
ter
But uncle, you would not turn me away
from here-from the only home I have
known since my parents died.?
Bah! you won't care for that. You've
been living in Tourney year DOW, aud
you say Mr.. Grey makes you good offer
if you stay with him. Then your wife
will be- rich, so you need not care for the
farm
For be it known, James Wilson had had
sore heart ever since his nephew had lef,
the farm and gone to be clerk in the towr
near by. He did not like farming, he said
and could make more money in town
But as his uncle spoke now, Herman sud
denly remembered the years spent in this
his only home, the kind, fatherly love of bis
relative, and spoke with earnest warmth.
I do care for the farm, Uncle James, and
I care still more for your love. No matter
how much money I make or hold, I cal
never have another such home Or father
We'll, boy, why don't you stay hers
then? Oh, if it was anybody else but Johr
Miller's girl!'
But, Uncle James, it is John Miller
girl. Will you tell me why one of Mr.
Grey's daughters would have suited you an.
better {?
There was dead silence in the room fo
some minutes after this Uncle Jane
spoke at last, in low tone, as if be wa
reading instead Of conversiug.
When I was young man, Herman, no
older than you are now, I was working o.
this farm for old Squire Hayward, who wa
very fond of me even then"
''He left you the farm, did he not J.
eyes, but there was no talk Of that then
I was only a farm hand, though the OIL
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to do any business that required trust
person. He had no family, SO it mad
quite stir when his sister died in Ne'
York, and her daughter came to live on tn
farm. She was the handsomest woman
ever saw in my life, quite young, abou
seventeen, but with all the self-possesslo
and coquetry of woman Of thirty. l was
as I said, often about her father, and ne
Arabella-that was her name-frequen,tiJ
She was SO kind to me, SO gracious, had
many winning ways. that she had my near
in her grasp in less than week. NY low
was fairly worshiping, and when she woul
give me smiles and words of encouragement
how was I, a poor country boy, to know
was all skillful coquetry, the sport OF
hard hearted Airt :? Then John Miller cam'
and he too loved her. He was a youn
lawyer, who settled in town, but came owe
here very often, sometimes for weeks Wis
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