The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1878-11-16
AN UGLY LOVER.
: WHY do YOU sigh. Sarah ?n

"WHY do you sigh Sarah?n
Because | have to turn this old
poplin instead of buying nice new bunt-
ing" | replied, carefully examining a
breadth on which two burns and a large
darn stood out in bold relief
eff you were not so stubborn YOU
might buy up every piece of bunting in
Darling's store" said mother, Jerking
at her thread, for she was applying
patch to a small trousers leg which
was suffering from complicated COM
pound fracture.
81 was born, unfortunately, with
some appreciation of the beautiful,
mother, and if you think am going to
marry ugly Job Tubbs just because he
has a good business and keeps a horse.
you nave reckoned without my con-
sent"
"You never think of any one but
yourself, Sarah" said mother, with the
plaintive wall which had induced Han
nah to marry old Squire Piper, and
take charge of his eight children. eff
you were only as unselfsh as your elder
sisterr'
''PoOr Hannah l calculated. alt
seems to me that she made rather
poor thing of her unselfishness. She
married that gray-headed, ugly-tem-
pered man because she thought it her
duty to give you one mouth less to
feed and now she is as miserable as
can be-"
"She has the consciousness of hay
ing performed her duty nobly," said
mother. q don't know how | have
ever managed to scratch along since
your fathers death, with pittance to
support them on. If you were to marry
Job at once, and release yourself from
the drudgery of this house, and take
one or two of the children into your
own. Beauty is but skin deep, and
dob has true heart
'.'His name is sufficientto give SEN
sitive person shivering fit" | an
swered 81 can't imagine myself called
Mrs. I'ub6s, and think of addressing
soft nothing to a man one had to call
Jo6."
at is a Bible name, as yours is" al
most sobbed mother, so vexed was she
at my persistent refusal to look favora-
bly, on the young man who had done
me the honor of asking my hand in
marriage.
g unfortunately was not permitted
to select my own name. If | had been,
| should have chosen something more
euphonious than plain Sarah Matilda"
| reioined.
but, Sarah, think of all you might
do, all you might have, as Jobs wife"
persisted mother. "Why, you could
dash by here every night with your
high buggy and fine stopper
eyes; | know it, but you neglect to
mention the exceeding beauty of my
driver, mother. 1t would be remarked
on, wouldn't itP''
Every well, Sarah, do as you please;
but when you are a sour old maid, and
teaching the Waterbury school, per-
haps you will think that you had better
have taken my advice"
Perhaps so, mother"
Then / was left alone to think over
my sins at my pleasure. / had known
Job Tubbs for four years, during which
l had, figuratively speaking, trampled
on him without mercy. But with the
strange perversity of man he loved me
better the more | crushed him, and his
feelings had eliminated in an offer of
marriage to me three days before my
story opens. rejected him promptly,
for like all girls, had an ideal, and
wanted to wait until met my hero be-
fore sacrificing myself on Hymen's
altar. The ideal had formed was of
n tall, blonde being, with eyes like vio-
lets crushed in dew, hair clustering
round his head like that of the young
Antinious, and a naughty melancholy
peryading his mien, and giving sweet