The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1877-04-11

had hastily quilted the room. ''She's
of like an arrow whenever | men,
ton MIR. Harry to her Good Lord
who is that :" she cried, springing
back on perceiving the sergeant.
Don't be frightened, girl,n said
he.
"Oh, the soldier! Goodness
what q fright you gave me-"
$50 there's going to be q wedding
here tonight, my grip said the SER
gesns. "The bridegroom is NJ favo.
rite. I'm thinking"
The proverbial fascination OF q
scarlet coat dissrmed Nancy's preju,
dice sgainst the intruder, for she an
swered without fesitstion--
YOU'RE thinking right, then
Everything has gone wrong with the
master of late, and the last hundred
pounds be had left he gave for q
share in what be heard was a salmon
fishery near Rumford. The salmon
turned out to be frogs, and then old
Frazer kept lending him money, and
making him do this and that, until
the master had borrowed seven hun
dred pounds Of him! Then at once
be came down on him for his money
and either the master must go 10
Bridewell, or poor Miss Matte be-
come bis wife. And my darling
young lady went down upon heI
knees to her poor father, begging him
for his and her mothers sake, to lei
her marry old Frazer; that she would
be coutented with him if be was fifty
times worse, if she thought they
would be happy. But be could moi
be worse than be is; be is as ugly as
the big Cornish giant. "It's my be
lief he'll sell the last gray hair of hi;
mothers head if he thought he'd
get farthing for it. My dear young
mistress! What 9 husband be is fol
your Nancy hid her face in hel
apron and sobbed aloud.
The old story said the sergeant
"and to make it complete, my girl
your young mistress should have az
other lover whom she likes"
And so she has," sighed Nancy
dropping her apron and q tear at the
same time. II fine young gentleman
but not a fsrthing be can call hii
own. Ah, Miss Matte and Mr.
Philip would have made a beautifu
couple
"Philip!n the sergeant repeated
in surprised tone. philip what p
philip Rackstone.
philip Rsckstone! Why, my girl
soon after We marched into town,
pressed shilling into bis palm. Blesl
me, if / didn't think at the time NJ
common trouble made him 'list.n
"'List !" she exclaimed. "He KEEP
his word then he said from the frs
be didn't care what would become o
him if Miss Matte married. Oh, my
gracious, to list"
"Wcll," said the sergeant, hal
sneeringly; "its my candid opinion
that man is . fool who cannot NEE
with the spirit of a man disappoint
ment in love.D
"D'ye bear that ?" Nancy exclaim
ed, her cheeks crimson with indigna
ton. II know q better and brave
man than ever you saw, who couldn'
bear disappointment in love.n
II doubt it, was the gallant reply
doubt it! Wasn't be my MASTER
son, Mr.. Harry, Miss Mattie's broth
er and Miss Amy's lover. He wa
to be sure, as wild as a young colt
always up to some frolic; and still
for all his wild ways every one wa
fond OF him. Whenever the player
came to town, you'd think be wa
out of his senses for joy. Now, tb,
master was always hard upon th,
players, calling them 9 pack of idl,
vsgabonds and the like; and it didn'
mend matters VIXEN he found out tha
Mr.. Harry went on the stage on,
night. dressed like an old witch
Hes disgraced himself and US, !" say
be, "and with my consent be sbal
never marry Amy Bradley" an,
Miss Amy. who is the masters ward
though she loved Mr.. Harry in he
heart, said much the same thing, tba
she never would marry q man sh,
couldn't be proud of; 30, to make /,
long story short. Mr.. Harry raj
away. This night, five years ago
was the last time we saw him; but
can't help thinking he'll come bacl
and make all the poor hearts tha
love him happy"
He became q player, i dare say,
the sergeant said; '.just the kind o
q life a good-for-nothing like hin
would fancy. And yet he nigh
turn up one of these fine days a
rich as the great actor, Warden, wb,
is to play here tomorrow night, 81
the bills say"
"For Miss Amy's sake. if for moth
ing else, I'd be glad if he'd com,
back as poor as be went think III
killing her to have him away 30 long
She could be married since, If sh,
liked, and to rich man, too; but sh,
loves him too well TO marry any on,
else. Why, If you could only ses
her when a person speaks of him
the way her face lights up, and ths
soft, bright light that comes into hel
sweet eyes-but there's the mistres,
calling me-"