The Russellville Democrat., 1877-05-03
HOW SHE CAME TO HAVE
 HIM.

"So you won't have me, Nellie? You are sure you won't marry me ?"
 Pretty little Mrs. Nellie Willard looked meditatively out of the window into the quite village street, as if among the leaf less trees and on the frost-bound land scape she should find the answer to Horace Levisons question.
 Then, after moment, she turned her face toward him-a face as fresh and fair in its peachy bloom as many a young girls ten years her junior.
 CT am-afraid I can't, MT. Levi son."
 Mir. Levson looked her. straight in the bright blue eyes-such lovely blue eyes, soft as velvet, and the color of violet that has bloomed in the shade.
 " You are afraid you can't, Mrs. Willard Answer me another question yes or no: Do you love me ?"
 She blushed and smiled, and looked bewitchingly.
 "Why, MT. Levison, mean Harry, of course do-like youl I always did ever since first knew you, years and years ago."
 "When Will Willard won the prize all we fellows were striving for! So you liked me then, Nellie, and you like me nowf Then why won't you marry me You've been widow for three years now. Isn't that long enough to mourn for Will?
 You wicked man As if three hun dred years could ever teach me to for get poor, dear Wilson,"
 Her bright eyes reproved him sharply, and he accepted with good grace.
 Granting the truth, Nellie, that your deceased husband was good fel- low and loving partner, still can not see why you refuse me. That is the sub- ject under consideration at present, Mel lie! Why won't you marry me ?"
 Then Mrs. Willard's face grew little paler, and her plump, fair hands trem- bled.
 Because, Harry because Wilson Willard made me promise never to marry again."
 "Nonsense! What if he did? A bad promise is better broken than kept"
 Mrs. Willard twisted her ring uneasily, and looked at the Illuminated shield of the stone.
 "I know it is," she sald "but-" Mir. Levison looked earnestly at her. Yes-'but' what, Nellie In all re- spect I say it-poor Will is dead and gone, and you've been true to his memory all these long years and what is he to do with you now?"
 "I know," she said again, medita- lively, "but-but. Harry, he made me solemnly promise never to marry again under the penalty of his everlasting dis pleasure. And don't be angry with me, Harry, will you? But l almost know he would appear to me
 The lovely blue eyes were lifted in such piteous appeal to his, and the pretty little widow made such nervous little nestling nearer to him, that it was the most human thing in the world for Mir. Levison to put his arm protectingly around her, and assure her he was not angry with her.
 So you believe he would haunt you, Nellie, if you broke your promise? A sensible little woman like you to verita- ply believe in superstitious fol de-rol And after having waited for you ten years of your married life, and three years of your widowhood, you condemn me to hopelessness for the sake of such g chimera--for the sake of such shadow as your husbands ghost !"
 And Nellie looked imploringly at hin again, and her lips quivered and tho tears stood in great crystals on her lonl lashes.
 co Harry, how cruel you are To, know I love you better than all thu world, only--I dare not marry again Don't be angry-please don't be angr, with me-"
 And Mir. Levison looked down at he lovely face, and assured her he neye could be angry with her, and then wen away thinking badly of the husband wh had burdened his lovely young wife wit such a promise.
 The last sunset rays were ilinging thei golden and scarlet pennons on the pal bue-gray sky when MT Leyison opene the door of his cozy sitting-room 2