Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1877-05-30

hayward young woman was not quite
at ease about. 4.
"And-aunty,' Madge went on,
slowly, picking a carnation to pieces
as she spoke. sI-refused him."
81 thought you had done that long
ago, Madge," said the old lady. with
a certain trouble in her kind eyes.
$50 have, over and over, but he
would not stay refused. think he
will now Here her voice rose and
rang, and her eyes flashed. The
indignation returned. II never will
marry him, Aunt Phemy-never!
And / think be understands it at last"
Miss Roper's eyes sparkled now !;
she was old and wise
Don't be troubled about it, Madge
dear; nobody can harass you on the
matter. If you don't love a man
don't marry him, if he be king or
kaiser Jacob Shenck Is good man
and gentleman, but l think be is far
too old for rosebud like you -"
Oh, Aunt Euphememia! you too
had been girl, and remembered it.
A little spark entered Madges cool
eye.
''He's not so very old, auuty; fifty
isn't really old for a man.
"No, it's not decrepis, but it is
something more than nineteen
besides, Mr. Schenck is only forty
FIVE However, we can afford to drop
him now, since Miss Positive never
will marry him.
Madge laughed, but there was an
uncertain ring about her laughter, and
Miss Phemy went on:
care you going to Boston, dear?'
Il don't quite know, aunty.
rather hate Boston: but love Polly"
'Theu you'll have to take your
choice between the love and hate,
mademoiselle, and that directly, for
you know Polly is clamorous for an
answer"
Il believe I will go; perhaps
Boston may be nicer than I think. 1t
is awfully slow, am sure"
"Madge!"
Il can't help it, sunty I don't
know what else to call it. Shall I
say trise ~
"Foreigu affection is quite as bad as
slang, and not half as natural
''Oh, aunty, what a swo-adged
sword you are! I must 60 to Boston
% purify my English, I see"
"Hello, Madge!7 and small boy
onrst into the room with a bounce
hat is native to small boys. "Ob,
Miss Roper, such lark IF you had
heard Madge give it to him She was
stunning, l tell you," and wicked
Master Jack began his tilt of High
and Nora again.
"You horrld little wretch! Come
away directly" shrieked Madge
'oloring to the tips of her ears. You'll
Kill aunty's poor head"
ooh. indeed! feebly squeaked poor
Jack, as he was hustled smartly out
IF the room, while Miss Euphemia
aughed till the tears stood in her
yes, aud said, softly: "Children and
'ools speak truth, truly"
Jack went home the next day he
vas only a school boy cousin come
or the holidays, and the luckless
child had abridged his own pleasure
luawares; but the rare delight of
his beautiful cousin was
too entlcing to resist. And
Madge was leased; she hated the sight
If the boy, and made her journey to
Boston the excuse for his radiance.
But the thorn he had left behind was
we'll planted; the piquant ballad haun'
ed Madge, and flushed her face many
. time when its lifting measures re-
turned 10 mock her
So to Boston she went, to her dear
friend Polly, and found that proper
and intellectual city nightly agree
able. Beaux she had by the dozen,
,ut there were none like Mr.. Schenck;
acne so devoted, SO elegant, so MOBILES
ooking. She missed the daily bunch
IF fragrant yiolets on her dressing-
able; she missed the selection of new
books that showed always how he
liviped her tastes, the fore-stalling of
ler faintest caprices, the devotion
hat was too delicate to obtrude itself,
he homage that was sincere yet court
y.
Glow young all your gentlemen
friends are, Polly she said to her
friend one day after an evening at
which at least dozen sets of English
vhiskers had vibrated about her and
been pulled before her, as if paying a
Kind OF mysterious kowtow to the
atest goddess.
''Thats fault they will mend Of,
Madge," laughed Polly. Gwen in
lear old Boston we have to grow up,
md be literati to boot
"But l do so hate boys Y sighed
Madge.