The Newtown bee., 1879-02-18
Miss Dinah's Rash Vow.

Beautiful, miss," said Teresa, hay ing thrown open the shutter and looked out and mp, now looking in again, with ever so pleasant smile on her round homely face, now almost handsome in the cheery sunshine that streamed ill. Not cloud; no rain to-day miss; and he will come for sure"
 "Do you think so ?' returned Miss Dinah, smiling brightly also, and rising from her bed to run across the floor and peep over Teresa's broad shoulder. "Yes; very pretty morning." after 8 minutes inspection and apause to listen to the birds and inhale the fresh breeze. Dress me, Teresa"
 No longer young was Miss Dinali Prynne-quite fifty, and perhaps. even more; but wonderfully active, with eyes as pretty and bright as in her girlhood, moi much wrinkled, and faculties clear as they had ever been. With springing step and quick motion, she fitted about the room, making her toilet, humming to herself, stopping now and then to scold old Teresa, who hobbled after her that sort of scolding which is, under certain circumstances, an expression of especial goodhumor, such as possessed Miss Dinah this morning.
 "And you think it will not rain," she said for the tenth time. ssThis time of year thunderstorms come up very sud- denly, remember She spoke as if Teresa were some important officer on the staff of the clerk of the weather, and had better be careful about her predic- tions.
 Tut September thunderstorms are rare, miss, and he aint afraid of little wetting, do suppose. A little thing like that wouldn't keep him back" re- piled Teresa with scorn.
 Miss Dinah ate her breakfast in fever ish impatience, which she strove to hide Afterward she put on her sun-bonnet and mittens, and went into the garden, attended by old Teresa, with watering pot, and trowel, and rake and other tools, and together they worked among the flowers. Miss Dinah, as she pro- gressed, snapped off contributions for a bouquet-a generous one, very nearly as large cabbage.
 He always liked flowers, Teresa, ? ] she said, smelling this horticultural marvel when it was completed. !" He ] never failed to leave me bunch every ! morning. Sometimes let them wither, to yex him." and she laughed at the memory of her beautiful girlhood's s l caprices.
 " It was pity to worry him, miss, ? said Teresa, with honest reproval. ssPooh The more I did the fonder he was of me. There was nothing wouldn't do to pain him, sometimes. That was thirty years ago." and, with g little sigh, she glanced backward, as one may in minute, through that long vista.
 "Thirty years P said Teresa. 'sAnd you ain't seen him since; and changed he must be now-as changed as you
 miss. I mind your pictur' up. stairs"-
 1T was nineteen then; it's very like everybody thought so, !" interrupted Mis-, Prynne.
 | Nobody could tell it for you now.
 "Do you think so ?" said Miss Dinah disappointed. "It will be a shock t, him when he sees me. They say olt sweethearts always think of the fac that was, and never of what time mus have done. It is so, too. I can't cal him up except as he was then-I'v
 tried hundreds of times, but can t. an, he was 2 fine young man, Teresa
 beautiful young man, with great larg blue eyes, and a straight nose, and whit
 teeth, and chestnut hair, and tall an, graceful figure; nobody that I've eve seen since is the least bit like him. An, he is not bit altered, Teresa and sh
 aughed again, almost believing it.
 But he is. miss. He is old an,
 ,rooked and feeble. and you will fee
 bad when you see him bad as he vii
 feel whom he sees you, said Teresa, wh
 was Job's comforter, sometimes.
 Miss Dinah looked pained, and sighe
 again. " | aamoot wiah was moi to ea
 hinn again m soanstimea ! bslieye