The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1877-06-23
An Amateur Novel.

THE following appears in the National
Republican, of Washington, and is repre-
sented to have been written by the office
boy, aged fourteen years The title is
"All for Her:
twas sultry day in the month of
the roses Jour story opens in one of the
Western States) as young lady was sit
ting on fallen tree, sketching the Land
shape before her this young Lady's
name Was lille thornton. she had large
blue eyes and large masses of golden
hair. | wonder why Harry Mills cares
so much for me. he really does not love
me- she unused. 'Ah! yes | do, lille,
you are the only woman l will ever care
for the speaker was young man, APP
parently twenty three years of age he
had large hazel eyes and curley chestnut
hair. & his features were regular. do
you really care for me harry asked
lille, in suppressed tone. why, of
course do, lille; you know do replied
harry. then, why don't you make a
proposal to me, laughed lille be
cause you would not except it, how
do you know would not, replied lille,
laughing loudly again. then will you
be my wife? asked harry, laughing in
his turn. why, Harry Mills, don't
you know that papa would not agree to
it, for thought you was going to live
bachelor all your life replied lille in
sober tone. that was only fun, replied
harry. well, harry, you know that was
engaged to my cousin James Thornton
no, did not know it, and ask you
once more to be my wife replied harry,
in cold tone. really cannot, harry
replied lille, also in cold tone. then
we part in anger; my curses are upon
your cousin, said he, angrily, so he went
away, and lille never saw him any more
that month.
"5 years have passed, and sitting in
her drawing-room was lille thornton.
she was not married, because her cousin
died of heart disease as she sat she
murmured bitterly, ooh, harry, how sor-
ry am drove you away; oh, come back
to me; am dying she cried, throwing
herself down or a sofa near by, and,
swooning away, the servants all ran to
her assistance.
We must now return to harry, as he
turned away in anger and wended his
way toward his hotel, where he was
Boarding. He murmured as he went, i
will quit this place imeditially, and go
to the continent so he went in and
packed up his things and crossed the
ocean. L must try to forget her, he
unused, bitterly. he went to rhome, and
established himself as artist 3 years
passed, and he resolved to visit his coun-
try again; so he crossed the ocean again
and went to his birthplace. as he rhode
past the manor in which Lille lived he
noticed signs of disturbance; he asked
the old gate keeper what was the matter.
the old man shook his head and said,
oh, marse harry, Miss lille am going on
about you awful is not miss lille
married" asked harry in warm tone
why, laws no; didn't you know that her
cousin died?' can ] see herr asked Har-
ry again, in another warm tone, why,
yes, indeed replied the old man; walk
right in the dining ROOM harry went in
and saw lille reclining on a sofa oh,
harry, she cried, this will kill me, she
sobbed. have you not forgotten me?'
asked harry, coldly. do not talk that
way pleaded lille, in soberly tone. i
have come to ask you to be my wife,
again replied harry. Yes, Harry, /
will, cried lille. come to my arms, my
darling cried Harry joyfully.
"There was a quiet wedding in the
manor after 2 month, and Harry and Ill
lie are happy after all that past"