St. Landry democrat., 1879-06-07
Love Laughs at Locksmitls.'

Hillsburg is pretty little village,
somewhere on the eastern side of the
Alleghanies, but I won't tell exactly
where, and Mollie Dane was one of the
prettiest girls in the village At least
80 thought Mr.. Charley Abbott, and
nothing in the world would have made
him SO happy as to be the owner of one
OF the neat cottages on Main street in a
joint partnership with pretty Mollie
Dane.
Now, Charley Abbott was a manly,
good-looking young fellow, with frank
smile, clear, bright eye, and heart as
big as barn. And as like begets like
oftener than most folks believe, when he
fell in love with Mollie, she straightway
returned the favor by falling in love with
him.
It is quite likely that the partnership
would have been speedily brought about,
but Mollies mamma had selected an
other partner for her fair daughter, and
would not listen to word about young
Abbott.
Mrs. Danes choice of sen-in.I law was
her own nephew, rising young doctor
by the name of Paul Reeves. The
Reeves had always been people of i'm
portance. Paul had a com mpetency al
ready, and at the death of his grand
father he would come in for fortune
better match for her daughter surely,
than Charley Abbott, q poor bankers
clerk, on q thousand year.
There was one little circumstance of
which Mrs. Dane was not aware: Mr.,
Paul was not quite free himself. There
was young lady in the city where he
attended lectures, who had word to
say On that subject. Mollie knew it,
however, for Paul had a strong, brotherly
friendship for his pretty cousin, and for
Charley Abbott too; SO they all three
took each other into confidence, and
Paul was the sworn ally of the lovers.
Mollie was an obedient daughter in
general, but she had spice of her good
mammals will, and would not give up
Charley Abbott. Mrs. Dane would not
permit him to visit at the house. and
Moliie was too proud and high-minded
to appoint clandestine meetings; but
there We're many occasions when they
"met by chance, the usual way" and
there were walks in the open street, and
several times Charley bravely escorted
Mollie to her own door. Mrs. Dane
could not prevent this, except by keep
ing Mollie prisoner at home. That she
did not care odo. But one morning, when.
as she sat by the parlor window, they
came walking gayly up together, and
parted at the gate, she could stand it no
longer. Pretty Mollie came in, smiling
and blushing, well knowing a lecture
awaited her, and resolved to have it ever
at once.
"Well, miss" began Mrs. Dane. sitting
up very straight and severe, " how much
longer is this to go on7"
is what to 60 on, mamma % asks |
Miss Mollie, the very picture of demure |
innocence.
:" This disobedience, madam This
running out into the street to meet that |
that young man ?''
"Well, mamma, you won't let him
come here"
"Tilat is not an answer to nv oues>
tion, miss
"Oh well-not very long, I hope.
When he is your son, you won't object
any longer"
When he is my--what l'' gasped
Mrs. Dane.
J" Your son, mamma. He will be
before many weeks"
You = you = Mary Danel You
maven =, you surely haven't--D
Promised to marry Charleya Yes, I
have, mamma. 7 mean to keep NV
word, too !" Mollie turned and faoed |
her mother with the "Aaehing eyes and
firna-set lips which Mrs. Dane knew. the
meaning OF very well. Her own ewes
flashed back, as she answered, sternly:
Never I'll see you buried first.
Never, with my consent I"
With it, I hope, mamma. Charley
e coming to-day to ask you. But if | !
ron won t giveit, why, We shall be forced | .
p marry without It, that's alI.'r T.