The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1874-07-25

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rosy and coquetsfsh milne grand right
Hitty had added nothing to Delia's
physical charms. She was thirty-eight,
with hollows in her cheeks and silver
among her braids and absent-looking
eyes, from which laughter had departed
All the years she had lived on the pos
sibility of Paul coming over to High
gate to see how the world used her
perhaps with some kind and tender
word, to show that, at last, he had APP
preciated her motive and though she
had come to wear an air of expectancy,
she had in truth given up the feeling,
when letter from Paul reached her,
which simply related the facts of his
mothers death and asking her TO the
funeral. He met her at the stage-door.
They drove together to the grave as
chief monrners. They returned to-
gether to the yacant house.
1t isn't home any longer" said
Paul, as Della paused in the porch,
hesitating to make her good-byes.
"Tom has gone to Australia, Sue is
teaching in Minnesota and Nell is mar
ried out in California. Yet you and /,
Della, are more divided than all the
rest"
d" You will send for Sue, suppose,
said Della, fumbling With her bonnet
strings.
"Delia, he cried, ARE not ten years
long enough for you t, spend in having
your own way? Won't you stay and
make it home for me p
"Aunt Hitty needs me more than
ever, She is feeble as child"
"And hired hand ctuld serve her as
we'll in such thankless. Office. Della,
you are making no onshappy-not even
yourself.
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heerd say il for dead
mems shoes-tE9 tly pinches.
They're like Cinde1 sdpper-either
too long or too shSk Heigh-ho give
me my smelling Della, you're
getting to be an old maid. You amt
plump no longer. Wen I was your
age I'd he'd more chan than you could
shake stick at. a ! you amt my
heir. neither-if / he'd enything to heir,
| which hain't for there's my boy Reub-
ing. that run away to sea when he was 6
| shaver. haven't never heerd tell ol
him since; but it's likely he'll come tc
LIGHT when there's anything to be made
by it"
Thus day by day spun out the sum O
eileen wears. in which Della had beer
| Amt Hitty's slave, and Aunt Hitty wal
near ninety, as Paul had predicted, whe1
a rnmor reached Highgate that Della
old lover was going TO be married. 81,
Was going to marry young girl, too
the eossips said, and Aunt Hitty caugh
| the tune and played variations upon it
con 0D1ore.
SpOSe ne tnouSIo AZ want no Boo'
waiting for me to drop on Jest show
Twas YOUR prospects he hankered after
and not YOU, Della. 'spose she's 90
| dimples' and crimps her hair, like a
not and's got cheek worth kissing
You're growing kinder saller, Delis
Your fathers complect allus had
dried-apple look. You favor that sid
of the house. She plays on the piann,
thew say, Speed the Plow,' and thei
times that Paul will take to NATURAL,
When old batcheldors marry a littl
chit like she is, they mostly acts as
she was made of chiny, and nothing
too good for 'em. Lor sakes, Deli
who's that man coming across the yari
Where's my saults? What q start
gave me, to be sureL thought it W
Reubing's fathszzan kim inshis gra'