The Newtown bee., 1879-02-18
JOHN T. PEARcE. Editor and Publisher

shall not. Perhaps he will not come, after all. You know I-I made such a foolish vow," and she looked a little frightened.
 You often promised to tell me about it, miss," replied her ancient hand maiden who felt profound curiosity in all that concerned this great meeting that was to be to-day.
 "I wil1-I'll do so now, and hear what you think. It will frighten you, l dare say; but you must remember it was only girls folly, and God knows I've repented since."
 They stood now in the shade of the great cherry tree at the end of the old garden-thin little Miss Dinah, with her great bonnet on, and stout old Teresa homely figures; but the picture was pretty one. Bright was the Sep tember sunshine, and the fragrant air full of tue sweet music of the birds. And as they stood thus, Miss Dinah glanced back again through that long vista of thirty yeafs and told her story of her girlish. love; simple, but not without it's tragedy and pain.
 "Well, I've told you often how hand some he was and how dearly I loved him. A noble fellow, Teresa! What 8 fool was There was not girl in the county who wouldn't have parted with one of her eyes to marry Richard Cliff ford; but he cared for no one but me. We were engaged, of course; but what difference did that maker I trihed with him as much as ever, and he was no more sure of me than he had been before.a But I loved him, Teresa-he had no idea how much-and I was the most selfish being in the world. While I firted with whom I pleased, I did not going to make a short story too long-a painful story that pever want to think of. There was Spaniard came to ] Wildbrook, where we lived-a dark, slight, elegant fellow, with deep, dreamy eyes-Ignacio Maidero, his name. He admired me, and could have had him if had wished; but, of course, had no real idea of marrying any one but Richard. Poor Dick did not dream this, however; he thought was in love with Ignacio-wild about him. One day there was going to be a picnic, and Rich ard asked me to go with him. said don't know what made me do it, for it was not true-that I was going with Ignacio. For the first time Richard famed up. He answered If you are going with him am going with Miss Graham Now, was as jealous of Miss Graham, who was very pretty, as he was of Ignacio, though I knew how to keep 1t to mysef-or, had known up to that moment. But something in his eyes alarmed me; he looked like he was pretty tired of my trifiing, and also, I thought, that he appreciated Miss Graham quite as highly as she deserved. Go with her if you choose replied I, land I will never see you again. That was all. I thought he would make his appearance as usual next morning, which was the day of the picnic, and take me there; in fact, I depended on him to get there, having, as have said, no engagement with Ignacio, as I pre- tended. But Richard did not come; consequently was obliged to remain at home, and you may fancy, perhaps, the miserable day I spent. But on the fol- lowing day Richard appeared-it was Thursday-and expressed his surprise at my absence. You were there, then ? said I. He said yes I looked at him minute-he was smiling; you can't tell what suffered-rage, morti- fication, jealousy. You took R ose Graham ? I gasped. He said as before, 'yes.' don't know how it was; but hated him that minute enough to have killed him. T will never see you again IT and without a syllable more, turned and left him there. And | that was the last time saw Richard Clifford"
 "Tut tut!" said Teresa, ticking with her tongue upon the roof of her mouth, after the fashion of her kind.
 "He called at the house twice day for week, and sent me messages by the score; but I was resolute. The eighth day grew more composed-bega to recover my senses, you know; the ninth I cried, and the tenth I sent him word to come to me. He had gone to Cali fornia For thirty years he has been there. as you know; I have never mar ried, nor has he-each has been true to 4ho oJd Ioxo axJ q, ,,~n&fxy v,o1r of fooTc we make!" And poor Miss Dinah sud. denly burst out crying, and for a while sobbed unrestrainedly.
 "Well. well," said old Teresa, when her mistress mad become calmer, and was, in fact. smiling again through the water drops. z You'll see each other now, and it'll all be made up-and who
 knows Stranger things have happened
 and you are not bit too old"
 "But if perceive those terrible
 changes in him that you speak of
 Teresa, said Miss Dinah, half in fun !; half in earnest, $ [ can never want him ] even if he should want me-"
 Love never sees nothing but what i chooses, replied Teresa, oracularly.
 But look, woman l" cried her mis , tress suddenly, "there's cloud ove the sun; tell you it will rain to-day. "What if 1t does, I say? He'll com all the same, and you'll sec him just a you've been counting on for the las } three months. You said he never brok his word.
 That's no merit, Teresa; kep a | ,,nir.a far wanE and ron what raroa 7,