Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1874-05-14

Maggie cheeks famed LAT IL hsia
pated want Of hospitality. bseaAes M
pleasantly arose and pssss1 4 shAr Dss
the FIRE. Visqf - 5seH : ~ s.assi9l
ooh no, Ned, you only imagine v
don't want to see you Sit down 70
must be cold Mother and father n
gone Yiia,ds,.755i siaael Of T9sqS
81 don't care where they arc gone. ]
came to see you, and none but yonl
| He drew his chair away from the fir
and near the table where Maggie sat.
swell, Ned, hereI am for you t
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| She was determined not t.: allow he
annoyance TO- escape her, 30 she. assam
ed from the first a CHEEKY tone. Am
it modified Ned, as she intended i
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81 was little rough on the old folk
Maggie; but the truth is, since-sinc'
you and that W ayland fellow have
been such friends, see precious little
of you. , "a ....
Maggie could have bitten her tongue
to have prevented the blush she fell
surging over her face. IS CA j..
81 would naturally see more Of my
betrothed husband than merely friend
Ned, please hand me the scissors"
She did not lift her eyes, but clipped
her thread silently, and went on sewing,
while Ned toyed with the scissors
modify Finally, almost abruptly he
spoke: ~. =,
ell get out and leave you in peace,
Maggie, if you'll give me one Of your
curls to remember you by, III
Maggie smiled indulgently, secretly
thankful at such cheap release, i, -
"You may have any curl you want,
Ned, and welcome. Only you must not
take it as a.pledge of Punishment, Ned,
And now Maggie laid down her sew
ing, and looked into his, moody, half
scorned face. 4 wish for your sake it
had been as you desire. But as it is
not, as l am 80 content, let it all be for
gotten. :. Which curl will you have 2
She leaned her head toward him co
quettishly; and he. awkwardly, tremb
lingly, cut one off close to her neck so
close. the cold steel made her start.
The moment he had severed it, he
threw down the scissors, thrust the
curl into his pocket in wad, and arose
from his chair.
81 said I'd go. Good bye, Maggie
Almost before Maggie could recover
from her surprise at his wild, abrupt
way, be was off, his footsteps ringing
loud on the frozen ground.
His eyes were brighter than usual,
and bis face fairly worked with exulta
ton as he drew the tangled black curl
from his pocket, and with it band Of
black velvet, to which tiny, plain
gold cross was attached.
"Little did my lady know cut the
velvet with the curl, and only begged
the hair that might secure the cross.
Little did the lovers-curse 'em-know
l overheard their sugar candy romance
about the token of the cross but if
Geo. Wayland don't get this back be-
fore I'm week older, it'll be strange.
Trust either of them for an explanation;
they're too plaguey proud. 81 "
And Maggie went on with her sew
ing for another hour In blissful uncon.
seriousness OF the loss of her treasure.
Afterward she and Bessie took game
of romps before Bessie went to bed; and
still later at halfpast nine, she and
brother Ben went down to the last mail
to see if there was letter from George.
1t was not until she had retired to
her own room and stood before her
dressing bureau to arrange her hair fol
the night, and then she missed it at the
very glance in the glass
1t was down stairs, of course, on the
floor, where it had fallen when she and
Bessie had the game of fun Or o sup:
pose she had lost it on the street on the
way to the post-office! 1t was very
probable, very, and when she had
crept softly down stairs, lamp in han d
and thoroughly searched the sitting
room in vain, she knew it was really
lost on the street. What would George
say of her carelessness How could the
velvet have come united and with q
little tit of crying over her loss, Mag
gle went to bed and dreamed of wad-
ing ankle deep through gold crosses
Ana ass, Az
George Wayland, on his way home
from hard days work. stopped in thu
post-office in the far off Western cit,
for the long delayed letter from Mag
gle Carroll. 1t had been tortnigh,
now, since he had received the last. ane
worried sort of feeling took posses.
sion of him at,the delay. -,
Was Maggie i'll away from home =
or-George hated himself for the ugl,
thought that more than once fitted un
hidden across his mind-Morrison,