Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1874-01-29
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been = wife, In the eye of the law, bur .
few hours. True, she loved him all
the ~ NE, and sat moaning and rocking
herself back and forth as though she
would shake the burden Of grief from
her shoulders. There were children
there, there WAS to be school, and we
were expecting Miss Grey to teach it.
Being in the position we were, and &C.
cupying large place in the confdence
of Mr.. May, he had informed US that
his board had determined to send Mis-
Grey Size was not personally known
TO us, nor had we ever seen a photo
graph of the lady. But 1t was NO trou.
bic for US to finey all she must be, az
we will create some form for the per,
son preStnted to our minds usually.
Pretty women don't go to Sandy Gul.
ches to teach, especially young, mai.
risgeable ladies; their charms are too
great for them to think of hiding from
an adiniring world entirely for, the
worlds sake. These facts common
sense dictated to our minds. EiIe iAafi
So we prepared-as we waited the
coming OF the mail for a tall. thin.
quaGrungr lar female, with long. thin
face, Yatery, weak eyes, sharp nose.
with, perhaps, gold specta.
cles, drab travelling dress, blue ,woolen
stockings, and list shoes-tnough ne
scarcely expected glimpse Of tbem-a
bottle of cold tea in csp hand and \
blue cotton umbrella i'm the other. We
waited, kicking our tees in the sand.
and thinking alternately Of a leader
for the Weekly and Miss Grey.
We saw the mail whirling down the
IL. MI I;.-<z -
tiOn OF our position i'm the society of
SANDY Gulch, that gave us the privi-
lege Of welcoming Congressional aspi-
rants, members ofthe Legislature, and
that old maid schOol-dame. 'gi-i
As the sil ne red US We saw brown
hCo with blue lining, and the sweet
est face 1t had ever been our fortune to
look upon. The eye so clear and laugh
ing, the fair shiny hair-nut dead, but
smiling llair--a sweet little
mouth, whose lips looked the very
couch OF love, her lace soft and round
like ciiId's. i-.se1f Uiaft
We were absolutely overcome and in
active. The crowd did not try TO sup
press their joy, but gave q prolonged
shout of welcome. Amt she a stun
ner, thought 'Pwettyer than q chunk
Of pure goldv 'Dsrned In / ever seed
anything so trimp were some few Of
the compliments that greeted her,
while we stood rooted to the ground.
Mr.. May had advanced hat in hand.
and offered her aquiet welcome. We
could say nothing. Some common
place remark filled moment, and ne
went to our Office to write an article IN
Popular Education and fattering no.
tice of her arrival. Then we began 20
.hink we had been hasty in leaving 50
'OOn. This was probably the greatest
We ever made. We did not.
.hink how much effect kind word or
]uiet act Of attention would have, or
We too should have carried her bum
lies to Mrs. SINNERS where she was
% board. But We did not, and Mr..
May did.
The summer passed.
And with it each day, to the little
up the Guleh, passed Miss
irey. The mountains were glorious in
heir varied hues of autumn. And.
Miss Grey was equally lovely in her.
beauty.
Why was it our heart beat more rap;
dly snd our tough chesk glowed when.
he came near?
Why did we feel so backward about
oming forward and walking home
With Miss Grey, as she came each eve
ling down the little path, swinging
Ter sun-bOnnet by the strings?
He was not back ward, but cool and
He met her and walk
d where we SO much wanted to to be
by her side. We discovered that We
Talked Mr. Nav Flo waa Orouyin..
bsOlutely Od.Ous to Us. We never
aw him walking slowly mp the Gulch
Oward the schOOl-house that We did
ct have this feeling. .n
We came from our walk one evening
q the early spring, and saw Mr.. May
lac ing blossoms in her hair, and then
kiss her! - 1
Well, We sigh as we think Of it, there
l the wild West, SO near where the
IN set on our love years ago.
People spoke of his goodness, and
ne red-shirted admirer had sworn i'm
ur presence that he'd die for that 'ere
reacher. You ought to a seed him,
lister; just ought to seed the way he
ursed my pardner when he got cut up
/ Peters Railic-him and that school,
larm helpin' him. Aye, we found
e disliked him-because he liked
er. =
We found that with perfect harmony
soul these hearts had met and min
ed. 'l''7
We are alone. Rev. Milton May
on Miss Grey, of Sandy Gulch.
lark Twain's Turkish Lunch.