The Douglas independent. [volume] (Roseburg, Or.) 187?-1885, 1879-10-25

The lady was dumfounded. Was her
darling son, the pride Of her heart, to
we'd nameless, humble bride. But as
abe pondered the matter over she be.
came more reconciied to it. II he loved
this maiden his happiness was concerned;
and what was his true happiness was
hers. So. after short silence, that al |
most seemed years, she raised her head
and asked Sir Malcolm il he had cause
to think the maiden returned his love.
II dare not think she does, mother"
he replied. syet think she thought ten
DERBY OF the strolling musician.
think there was sigh Of regret for his
not being the son of neighbor farmer.
I could read that in her dark gray eyes,
even when she was not the least conscious
Of it herself"
God bless you, my dear son, replied
the good lady, with tremor in her voice.
"God bless you, indeed; so amiable
maiden must prove sweet companion,
and she must be in measure accom-
plished, according to your statement
and If it is for your happiness, l am
reconciled.
The Young man kissed his mothers
hand with tenderness and gratitude; and /
he went at once to order out his carriage |
for the interesting journey. He attired |
himself with great care, and finer look |
ing man could seldom be seen.
His well knit limbs were 1.-the and |
hardy looking and showed the nlmpie
hunfsman or the brave soldier, as occa-
sion might demand His dark hazel eye
was beautiful, and his curling hair OF the
very sunniest shade of brown. his
bushy whiskers were auburn, and the
habit of command gave dignity to his
presence that heightened the charm OF
the whole.
Jessie's father saw the carriage ap-
proach the house in great surprise, for
he knew the yellow carriage, though he
| had not seen it for years. He went, bon
net in hand, to meet the laird, while his
good wife hastily got on her best cap,
and looked to her whisky bottle and
her bread and cheese, in case he might
alight to rest his horses and get some re-
freshments, as she had seen his excellent
father do.
Sir Malcolm leaped from the carriage
| and gaily entered the old house, as II ne
had been acquainted for years, TO the
great delight of the good farmer and ms
| wife. He partook OF glass OF rich
| cream and piece of delicious oat1caKe,
and then asked to see their family. Ihey
came one by one, tall, blushlng girls, ana
stout, healthy-l6oking, awkward lads.
all but Jessie; and Sir Malcom asked
these were all.
ssWe have one other daughter, one
second eldest. but she is busy with some
| household duties and unfit to come into
your presence; so we hope you Will ex-
cuse her. Sir Malcolm" !" said the mother,
i 4
ssShow me where to find her, then l
win 90 to her. said Sir Malcolm, with q
strange culver of lip and voice.
! The mother was about to call the
/ daughter. when one of the boys, hastily
opening the door, pointed to the room
where Jessie was busily taking of the
butter from the churn. She was arrayed
in a plain gray linen dress. neat and
| clean, and the curls that had hung SO
prettilyl about her face and neck Mt the
| wedding. were fastened back with q piece
of bright blue ribbon; but the dropping,
tall. lily-like figure, and the modest gray
ewes were the same, and the expression
that he thought so angelic when she
gathered the broken primroses was still
the same, also, indeed, as he gaZed upon
her. he thought her more beautiful than
ever. She looked bewildered at the fair
face Of the young man, and he took her
hand, saying:
81 have accepted your invitation, Jes-
sic. You see have returned, though IN
good sooth your eyes would speak o
warmer welcome if had come with my
tattered coat and my fiddle.
Jessie stood speechless in astonish-
!, ment. for she saw, indeed, he was no
other than the strolling musician, for
, that hazel eve had left tender regret In
, Jessie's heart for which she had often
child herself; and as it flashed across her
mind who he was, and how she had stuff
ed his pockets with bread and beef, she
fell on her knees, crying:
Forgive me, sir; oh, forgive me l
knew not, indeed, you were any other
, than you represented yourself to be.
" Forgive you, Jessie Yes, my fair
girl, you have more need of forgiveness
than you think, for you have stolen nay
I peace of mind away Will You be my
, nartner now again-for all my life long?'
: He raised her from the floor as he
smoke. and drew her tenderly toward
7 him. and she laid her face upon his bo
som and wept tears of the purest Joy and
4 pladness. as, amid his caresses, she prom
J. ised to be his through life. Ere he lee
her back to get blessing from her pa
, rents. he took from his bosom bouque
{ of the latest primroses of the year, an(
fixed them on her breast, whispering:
a "These flowers must always be sacred
to us, for it was when you were gathering
q those of mine, so rudely broken and scat
!, tered by an ungentle hand, that my sou
y went out to you in the fullness OF its frs
n affection"
/ So Jesse became the wife of Sir Nal
: colin and all through life proved herself
: true wife, a loving mother, and q bene
q factress to the poor and lowly. Sir Nal
: CONS mother never had cause to regre
!. having given her sanction to the mar
r. riage, for she became very proud of he
4 lovely daughter-in-law, whose charming
character was daily astonishing her NOR
n and more.
n They are old now, and the elder lad
has passed away and the young genera
4 ton are grown up to manly sons ant
beautiful daughters, being loved ant
wooed and won in their turn, but non
= OF them are happier with their lover
than Jessie is with Sir Malcolm and il
q the Spring he never appears before he
E without a primrose, which the places i
q her belt as she had done long ago t
Is those he had first given her.
al The family all knew the story an
3 they have heard how chagrined tn
o naughty Margaret was when she learne
z who she had refused to dance with q
the wedding by the riverside, and who's
a flowers she had broken so rudely an
. cast to the winds and the most values
I painting in the castle is the fair Jesse i
. her white dress and blue ribbons, an
! snnny, rippling, golden brown hail
with a tender look, half-sad half.regret
n ted, gathering into her bouquet the bro
! ken primroses, and hazel-eyed, hand
J some gypsy gazing at her with passionat
r admiration.
! BuFFALo Bulls "WRIT OF REPELIN.
One morning man came rushing III
to my house and stated that he wanted