San Marcos free press. [volume] (San Marcos, Tex.) 1877-1892, 1878-10-05

OaWleu. we nhu IL cNoIioouh6y
dinned into me not TO put of 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 ribbat."
therefore descended to the kitchen
and made the necessary repairs in Dams
attire, being urged by both my small
brothers to "hurry up" "be spry,
now" "don't let the needle rust in
your fingers" and various admonitions.
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 stopped at the post-ofiice, Miss
Sarah, and found letter there for you,
SO | brought it along, since my way
leads past here" handing me white
missive, which quickly opened and
read. .Iu.
"It is from my Aunt Emma" said,
"and 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 CO."
"You work hard enough here with
out going anywhere else to drudge"
said Job.
81 am young and strong" l answer
ed, "and once when mother was i'll,
Emma came here to help me nurse her.
And then, too, shall be sure to have
nice time and meet ever so many new
people," My spirits rose at the thought.
Why should / not meet my ideal in
Kingstonp knew it was 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 l can not bear the
idea of your going to Kingston and
meeting some man you will fall in love
with" gHf ,'H
81 am not quite as susceptible as you
imagine" said, trying to look angry,
but failing, for l knew l was quite
ready to fall in love if 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 l
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, l
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 lusterless
eyes, and said that was combining my
self too closely, and must take walk
every evening. 1t was while obeying
this prescription that l met with an adj
venture. was attacked when passing
an old shanty by very savage dog, and
should probably not have been here to
tell this tale, had 1 not been rescued
from danger by young man on horse
back who used his heavy riding whip to
advantage over the brute's head.
I 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 mein which l
had imagined so powerful an incentive
to love.
My gallant preserver insisted on es-
corting me home, and walked by my
side, leading his horse by the bride.
He introduced himself as Egbert Vansit-
tart, and my heart was thrilled by the
name. How different was it from JOB
Tubs.
So our acquaintance began, and to
my great delight it was continued. l
found that Egbert was spending the
summer in Kingston, fishing, cunning
and sketching, and that he was the son
of wealthy man in a city q few hum
dred miles distant.
How happy passed the summer days
l felt sure as time passed on that | was
beloved. This time by no ugly, awk-
ward merchant, but by handsome,
melancholy artist. We spent our days
boating on the river and wandering in
the woods gathering ferns and wild
flowers. often pictured to myself my
mothers surprise when should return
to Waterbury as the betrothed of this
! handsome artist. Then she would re-
| ioice that | had not been sacrificed to
Job.
! But all dreams must come to an end.
One day we were floating idly down
the river when Egbert, who had seemed
brightar than usual that day, suddenly
turned to me, asking
"Do you think me worth woman's
/ love?"
Ny heart bounded. 1t had come at
| last. then-this offer which | had been
expecting every day. o, bliss! oh, &C.
stacy!
"Worth loving?" stammered.
"Yes, Sarah, for | can not believe