The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1875-12-01

ready Tor ncr 10 Slep INV, "ou a"
ready TO retire from the service and
a good trade at my back ii'stoo bad,
ali along of that Captain McGee too.
And the fruit in the garden (of the
cottage) all ripe aud no one to pick
it,
The very next morning John
Weare walked deliberately into the
shop and asked for q penny news
paper. and had the felicity Of being
served By Mrs. Evans.
'Quite a stranger, Mr.. Wesre,' she
said: bat that vas the only remark
she made, and for the life Of him be
could not screw up his courage TO ask
for her sister.
That night John Weare was mis-
erab,e.
She cant care 4 rush for me- be
thought. and marched all over the
town, and nearly to Greenwich and
back, in his excitement.
The next day was a lucky one for
John. lie came across Bibbs. Bibbs
was Mrs. Evans eldest boy. No M
knew what his real name was, or
why be was called Bibbs; but he
was never called anything else.
'Bibbs,' said John Weare, come
and have some fruit and be carried
him of in triumph to the cottage and
stuffed him with gooseberries tail be
couldn't move, and with black cur
rants till his mouth was as black as
a crow. Then be carried him inside
and stood him on the table, and sat
down before him.
How old are you, Bibbs ?"
He thought it better to begin the
conversation with a question.
Five and a half. Is that your
sword up there
Yes. Who gave you those bronze
shoes, BibbsY
Now he knew Jennie had given
them to him, but be so wanted to
hear her name.
'Auntie.' She's going away soon,'
be added. Let me look at your
sword now
Where's Sue going to p he asked
in CONSERVATION.
Devonshire. Do let me try on
your sword
why is she going?' be asked,
with a sick feeling at his heart
"She's i'll, / think; and she's al
ways crying now: one day she was
crying over her silver thing you gave
her, and kissed it like anything
The silver thing was a little
heart about the size Of a shilling,
which be had bought al Charlton
Fair last. October and timidly re-
quested ne. to accept.
John Weare jumped up and show
ed Bibbs his sword and carried him
all over the place, and entreated him
to have more black currants in his
delight. But Bibbs declined.
Aunt Jennie's going to bring me
some from Ethan tonight, be said.
SO Jennie was going to Ethan,
was shel John Weare took Bibbs
home, and on his way presented him
with q white woody lamb that NOV
ed on wheels and s~queaked, and a
monkey that went up a stick on be-
ing gently pushed II
Crying over her silver thing said
John Weare. IN 60 and hang
about the Ethan road till | see her
and beg pardon
And be went, and Jennie met him
and pouted, and declared she hadn't
once thought OF him, and then broke
down and cried. And John begged
her pardon, and declared that he had
been q heartless brute; and then
Jennie contradicted him and said it
was all her fault, and told him how
Mrs. Dunlop, the colo"el's wife, had
one day walked in and told her, in
the kindest possible manner, that she
was spelling her sisters business, for
the ladies who had been interested in
her welfare kept away because of
Jennie's flirting propensities, which
filed up the shop with idle officers,
who were always in the way and
how she had been so ashamed and
wretched, aHd SO cut up at the deser-
ton Of John Weare, that she had de-
termined to 90 back to Devonshire.
But you won't nowY be said, as
they leaned over the stile leading to
the Ethan fields.
'Youn get ready at once, and We'll
be married as soon as possible, be-
fore the fruit in the garden is spoilt p
1t took q long time to talk her in
TO it (sbout three-quarters of an
hour, but then she was very happy
at heart, and chartered like a young
maybe, and told John how she had
snubbed Captain McGee, and had
thrown all his flowers out of the
window.
And it really was all through that
dear Bibbs that you waylaid me to-
night p she asked.
certainly
why, but for him l might never
have seer you againn
Perhaps not
IN give Bibbs a regular hug when
| get home she thought. And she
did and the day before she was
married she bought him a rocking
horse, which he delights in to this
day.-Casseu's Family Magazine.