The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1879-04-23
s.Bot you aaared 30 -m9ney,..,s .,sha

d sdehsal IA e.
But you offered money,rsho
1 stammered
And ISsos about offering you my
hand and beart- that's, the way they
put itin the love stories, don't they2.
Will you marryme, Lillian? and then,
Eif you choose, wen go together for
the boy.n !,
Generous mani said the widow,
u tear stealing down her presty
fcheek. @Butd don't you see''@and a
smile succeeded the tear" that that,
would never Do? 'Icould never plead
for my child as the wife of Captain
Hottop. 1t must be us the widow of
Montgomery Montague
BLESSED if you amt right" ex-
claimed the captain, looking at her
admiringly "Well, promise to mar
ry me when you return. Do, Lillian.
No one could love you better than l.
"When return?"
ayes, for surely my promised vito
can accept part Of the fortune that
will be allhers when she is really
wife, withoutanybody- Nobody
need know, Will you, Lilian2o =
will she said.
"Will what, my precious2" he ask !.
ed, smiling.
Everything" she answered; and
turned and fed like a bashfpl girl,
after he had clasped her in his arms
and given hera kiss in true sailor.
| fashion
And by the very next steamer Mrs.
Montgomery Montague started for
England, withav valuablesQhtaire dia-
lnoad eng ement: :fing. .glittering ous
her pretty hand4a.check forfve hun
.dred dollars in her silver poftmon-
naie, and many useful and ornarlen-
tai farewell gifts from the ladies Of
the Spooner houschold. The ladies'.
felt all their old interest in her re-
yive, now that she had gone away
indeed, as Mrs. Dnscnberry informed
the eighty-year-old grandfather Of
the youth who famed her on theaf.
ternoon of Mrs. Montague's arrival.
She was much too lovely, and made
me quite jealous of you, you false
man."
And Miss Isabella spooner hung
the picture of young Montgomery,
"that babelet fair" in the parlor, and
wreathed it with daisies, Heaven
grant that we may see the darling
himself sooD!" she said with pious
emphasis.
But they neverdid. For, couple
of weeks after the widows departure,
Wellington Octoper burst in among
them all as they were playing GRO
quet on:the lawn, scattering the balls
in every direction.
"Sold, by graciousl" shouted he.
"What9" asked Miss spooner, drop.
ping her mallet.
"a million tierces Of lard and
twice as many pigs, suppose, mur.
INJURED Mrs. Dusenberry, leaning in
an unconscious manner against the
shoulder Of her. partner. aa
"she's a fraudl Ecss," continued
The pork merchant
%Who?" they all cried this time.
THE widow, Mrs. Montgomery
Montague, that is, Mrs. Maria J.
Thompson. Yes s."
"a fraud, sirl What doyou mean,
sir?-what do you mean?a beloved
Captain Hottop, as though througha
speaking trumpet a flush overspread-
ing his weather-bronzed face.
."Just what Isay, captain. Yes-s,"
answered the pork merchant. at
ought to be the first of April--it
ought-for, by iingo, there ncverwa8
such SELL The only truth she told
was when she said she was widow.
So sheis. Yes.s. The widow worJack
Thompson, celebrated mince and
pumpkin pie maker in Chicago. |
met his brother on the street today.
He'sa pork merchant. And she nev.
or had any children"
"Not a blue-eyed boy?9 gasped the
captain.
Not even blue-cycd boy. Yes-s~
said Wellington 0ctoper,- Harpcr's
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