The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1878-11-16

his manly voice.
But Job Tubbs did not resemble the |
ideal of my Imagination in the slight
est degree. He was short, and inclined
to the stout, and his hair was-well-
auburn of brilliant shade and his skin
was inclined to freckly, while his
eyes were gray like my own.
| knew that | was pretty, and with
the assurance of youth did not imagine
for an instant that my first offer would
be my last. liked Job very much as
friend. He kept large hardware
store, and his business prospered in
| Waterbury. Folks prophesied that Job
would be rich man, and he was in COM
Portable circumstances now. He was
good to the children, and brought them
many presents always useful ones,
| for he well knew how we struggled to
make both ends meet. Everybody
liked him and spoke well of him: there
were several girls in Waterbury who
would not have turned deaf ear to
his suit, but he was undeniably ugly.
was clearing up the attic day or
two after my final tilt with mother re-
garding Job, when heard the voice of
my brother Frank, familiarly known as
Fatty" screaming my name up the
stairs.
"Sar-rah, Sar-rah! come on down in
the parlor double quick. Mawants you
to sew up Dams back
"Won't tomorrow do?' 1 shouted,
knowing it was Dams jacket and not
his body which needed repairing.
Into the garnet at this question came
Fatty, small boy of eleven, apple
checked and curly-headed, and attired
in well-worn, dark-blue knickerbockers,
very much despatched with paint, glue,
paste, mud and berry stains; the half
dozen patches in the seat testifying to
my skill as a seamstress.
mo; tomorrow won't do" he
bawled. Give had it everlastingly
dinned into me not to put off till to-
morrow what can be done to-day, SO
now, Missy, you can practice what you
preach. This garnet can be cleared up
any time, but Dams back won't wait,
for we're going up to the old mill to
smoke out a rabbit"
| therefore descended to the kitchen
and made the necessary repairs in
Dams attire, being urged by both my
small brothers to "hmrry up g be
spry now,n "don't let the needle rust
in your fingers" and various admoni-
tons.
Just as l finished my work Job came
in. | had thought he would show
traces of confusion when we met again,
but his manner was quite calm and col
lected.
I ,tn ct ho AA,oo Nicc
Sarah, and found a letter there for you,
SO | brought it along, since my way
leads past here" handing me white
missive, which l quickly opened and
read.
cit is from my Aunt Emma" l said,
land she begS me to come and visit
her for few weeks. OF course she
wants me to help her for two of the
children are sick, and her girl has taken
French leave. But will 90"
"You work hard enough here with
out going anywhere else to drudge"
said Job.
Il am young and strong" l an
swered, land once when mother was
i'll, Emma came here to help me nurse
her. And then, too, | shall be sure to
have a nice time and meet ever so many
new people" My spirits rose at the
thought. why should L not meet my
ideal in Kingston? l knew it was a
large town and thickly settled
You will soon forget me, Sarah, ~
Job said in tone that touched me. 81
know | am not half good enough for
you, but somehow | cannot bear the
idea of your going to Kingston and
meeting some man you will fall in love
with"
81 am not quite as susceptible as
you imagine" | said, trying to look
angry, but failing, for | knew | was
quite ready to fall in love if l should
meet my ideal.
How glad was to leave the petty
cares of home and my ugly lover for
my aunt's house in Kingston, where |
arrived after three hours journey,
tired and dusty. There were three
children, and two of them were sick
with the measles, and in nursing them
and helping to carry on the house, |
had very little time to think of my ideal.
But at last met him.
The doctor who attended the children
noticed my pale cheeks and lustreless
eyes, and said that | was combining my
self too closely and must take walk
every evening. 1t was while obeying
this prescription that met with an adj
venture. | was attacked when passing
!, an old shanty by a very savage dog,
and should probably not have been
here TO tell this tale had not been res
cued from danger by young man on
, horseback who used his heavy riding
whip to advantage over the brute's
, head.
| looked up to thank my preserver,
and saw that had at last met my ideal.
Yes; there was the blonde beauty, the
dark eyes like crushed violets, and the
melancholy yet naughty mien which |
imagined so powerful an incentive to
love.
My gallant preserver insisted on es-
corting me home, and walked by my
side, leading his horse bv the bride.
He introduced himself as Egbert Van
sittart, and my heart was thrilled by
the name. How different was it from
Joe Tubs.
So our acquaintance begun, and to
my great delight it was continued. |
found that Egbert was spending the