The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1878-11-13

"On me, Mr.. Gnew. How queer.
| am sure | don't understand
what must l do? Ask you in the
parlor? What will Emma say 2"
1T is not of the slightest con-
sequence to me what opinion Miss
Emma may hold on the subject,
and we necd't 60 TO the house just
yet. Lucy, darling Lucy" he
continued, taking both her hands
in his, Il must tell you how very,
very dearly love you. and"
"Love me-" interrupted Lucy, in
surprise, "you surely can't mean
what you say, because, you know,
I'm not talented"
"But, my own Lucy, I do mean
what l say, every word Of it, and
now tell me will you be my wife?"
"Indeed, indeed, l couldn't be
your wife, Harry-Mr. Gnew, I
mean, for I am so useless. Why,
my entire knowledge Of cookery
consists in the making of biscuits,
and | am certainly not skilled in
sewing, though I could manage to
darn your socks, but that would
be very little"
Hang the socks! Lucy, tell me,
do you love?"
"J't'amie," answered she, blush
ing.
"What's that Lucy? Goodness,
what does it mean ? I hope it isn't
SPANISH"
90, no." laughed she, "its Lat
in-no, French. and it means
bend your head and III tell you"
and she shyly told the meaning,
which must have been satisfactory,
for he drew her into bis arms and
kissed her tenderly, uttering words
of endearment.
"Lucy," said Harry, after a
pause, II firmly believe you are
as talented as anybody, only you
have never discovered it; just like
the parable in the Bible you know,
when the man hid the talent God
had given him in the ground; and
I believe you could write for the
papers-why don't you try, dear?"
20, Harry! I couldn't"
"Indeed you could. Try it Lucy,
1t is very easy and simple. Have
a murder, q fire, a duel, two or
three secret doors, a brigand, a
princess or something Of that sort,
and it is done; it's the eaisest
thing in the world"
For several weeks succeeding
this conversation Lucy courted
solitude more assiduously than
ever, and Harry wondered if she
was following, what be considered
the best advice, and sometimes
ventured to PROFOUND q question
on the all:importapt subject; but
Lucy always laughed in answer,
and told him be was a ridiculous
fellow, a response excessively de-
lighted him.
His conjectures on the subject
were soon put at rest, however,
for one morning, several weeks
after her engagement, Lucy en-
tered the sitting-room where her
mother ann sisters were at work,
| in fever Of excitement, her curls
flying, her eyes bright, and rush.
ing to her mothers side, embraced
and kissed the lady with such
fervor as nearly to cause that esti-
miable person to lose her equili-
brium; and then as her mother
stared in astonishment, threw into
her lap a twenty dollar and FIVE
dollar bill crying delightedly:
"Mothe1, I've written story
for the Weekly Gazette" and that's
the remuneration, and I'm going
to write again, and I'm so happy,
because I am talented-and, 0
mother! I never told you, but I'm
engaged to Harry Gnew."
''Stop one minute, Lucy, and |
will try to Comprehend. You say
you have written a story l can
scarcely believe it,"
Il am so glad that you are tai,
ented, too, dear. 1t quite adds to
the artistic reputation already en-
joyed by the family" smiled Eliza
beth.
~ can't imagine how you could
write a story when you have no
knowledge of the languages" said
Maria.
"O," Lucy replied, "Harry was
very kind and got me a book with