The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1879-05-28

Then I'm sure you wronged her
more than she wronged you. She is
the truest, best, brightest woman l
ever knew. I wonder If you are the
man che nearly broke der heart about,
long ago! I've heard o whisper Of
that, I'm sure. You were always hard
and unforgiving. SAM
Little Mrs. Gerty, romantic as q
girl, watched them narrowly. Were
the old flames kindIing into life again?
Sometimes Mrs. Gerry thought they
had died entirely from the heart Of
either. Sam Harrington began to
blacken his boots aud button bis
wristbands.
Oae summer moonlight evening,
Alice Kildare sat in the porch Of the
little cottage in which che lived with
Ter mother. She was looking down
the avenue of Trees toward the wesr,
where The sun sss sinking in the
glowing sky, 81 San Harrington
came slowly up the walk aud joined
her.
Widow Kildare he said, | have
come to bid you goodbye
Have you? said The widow She
would not ask u word more.
Yer, must 90 becK TO my muck
To king-bricks, you know-snd clay,
aud furnaces aud thugs | meant 10
b. a poet heu | used 20 be ib love
win YOU fifteen Year, ago. Now IN
d b ick-moker1
Usrd 10 oel That was w she
stag ed an old maid FIR Her heart
as like lead III Der o9-oD, but sne
smiled and said, Alter ali. a brick
maker Is ss gooa as . p"et-'
Are you sure YOU tDihk hat, Alice
Kildare?
Yes, qai1e sure
'Woulun't you like 10 see 'em-tbe
great briek.yards. aud the huge iur.
naces, baking tue patent brick, 0s
The half million =
Yes answered the widow.
could tell the school children, yet
know
Sam Harrington made a face
Then be looked At her, aud saw tba
in spite Of toe brave, proud hea'
which she beid up So lately, her fac
Was pale aud sorrowful. as though
she was parting with a last grea
hope; aud be actually smiled 10 SCI
il. She bad termented him biiteEl,
obce. He threw his hat across TIT
!. floor, and sat do at the edge fifth
porch at her feet
Alice, said be, why haven't yo'
been married? WHAT have you staye'
single all these wears forY
. She looked at bin end tried TO au
swer, but the words died away in
sorrowful, bitter sob, AID she covere'
her face with her hands. The brave
, proud womau was crying. He too
one of the slim, cold haads in bot
= his own.
;e Alice, l Dever got over 1.-THE ol'
hurt you gave me once. | never 60
: over the old love, neither. Be IN,
. wife now, darling, and let US begiI
= again
A little old fashioned portfolio la.
on her lap she took from it a slip q
paper, all yellow aud creased wit
/, age. She held the paper up towar'
: him.
., Samuel Harrington. you said i
7 this note that n woman was incapa
bic Of trutb or faithiulness. Will yoI
! take it backY'
! He tore the paper into fragment
:, and blew il away through bis fingers
aud | don't know where the 9ia'
. carried il.
!. so please Heaven, my hand sha.
remove all tbaO gives you pain au
trouble as long as YOU live. Go'
bless you, my wifel God bless u
alll'
la spite Of the globe magnetic,
water, Alice Kildare did not die a
: I'D a,.id.
= There no love ike ones first low
after sll,' said Mrs. Gerry TO be
cousin.
No. there isn'f-that is it one
first love changes 80 as 10 suit a. ga
grows Older answered Sam, wit
a miserable attempt at being phiIc
!, s,pbical instead Of sentimental
i. Aud that is the romance of The see