The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1875-01-16

has ended in NY being useless, sloVchiy
old bachelor, who got rich at patent orlck'
making. That woman knows why
Then I'm sure You wrongeu hcr more IMAM
She wronged you. She is the ,ruest pest
l,r,chtr,t woman | ever knew. do wonder
r. Won arr, the man she nearly broke her heart
,hont long ago? I've heard whisper of
,bat I'm sure. You were always too hard
and uaorgiving sam
Little Mrs Gcrty, romantic as girl, watch
oil Them narrowly Were the old flames kin
,linr into life again: Sometimes little Mrs.
Grrty thought they had never died entirely
n,It from the heart of either. sam llarrng-
,,n hpcan to black his boots and button his
wristbands,
one summer moonlight evening Alice Kill
dare sat in the porch OF a little cottage in
which eliycd with hermOthcr. She was look
ing down the avenue of trees IN front toward
the west, where the sun was sinking IN the
Glowing sky. sam Harrington came slowly
up the walk and joined her in the porch.
widow kildare, lie said, i yc Gomez Oid
You goodby.
Have you? said widow She would not
ask a word more.
Yes; must 90 back to my matchmaking.
Brick you know, and clay and furnaces ana
things | meant TO become Il poet when |
USCNA w bt III WV wan = ''''SN''
Now am brCk.maker.
Used to be. That is what she stad an old
maid for Her heart was like lead i'll her DO
som but she smiled and said: After ALL a
brcll.makcr is as good as poet.
Are YOU sure you think that, widow Xii.
dare"
Yes; quite sure
Wouldn't YOU like to see em--the great
brlCk-yards, and the huge furnaces, baking
the patent bricks by the half million"
Yes answered widow. 1 could tell the
school.childrcn about it, you know
Sam Harrington made face. Thcn he
looked at her and saw that, in spite of the
brave, proud head which she held up so state
", her face was pale and sorrowiul as face
could be- as though she were parting with
last great hope.
And he actually smiled to see it, She had
bitterly tortured him once. He threw his hat
across the floor and sat down on the edge OF
the porch at her feet.
Alice he said, why havn't you been mar
ricd? What have you stayed single all these
years for
She looked at MIN and tried to answer but
the sound died away in a sorrowtul, bitter
sob, and she covered her face with her hands.
The brave proud woman was crying. tie
took one of the slim, cold hands III both his
own.
'Aicc-I never rot over 1.-THE old hurt
you gave nae once. | never got over the old
love either. BE my wife now, darling, and
let Us begin all new again.
a little, old-tashioncd portfolio lay ON her
lap. She took from it a slip of paper, all yell
low and creased with age. She held the pa
per toward him.
Samuel Harrington! You said in this note
that a woman was incapable of truth or faith
fitness. Win you take it back? she said,
softly. will you take 1t all back"
He tore the paper into shreds and fragments
and blew it away through his fingers, and
don't know where The wind carried it.
so, please Heaven, my hand shall remove
all that gives yon pain or trouble as long as
you live. God bless you, my wife! God bless
Us all"
In spite of the globe of magnctizcd water
Alice Kildare didn't die and old mai
There is no love like ones first love, after
all said little Mrs. Gerry to her cousin.
No, there isn't-that is ii ones first love
changes so As to suit as one grows older,
answered Sam, with miserable attem pit at
being philosophical instead of sentimental
And this is the romance Of the second
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