Smyrna times. [volume] (Smyrna, Del.) 1854-1987, 1879-11-19
A Woman'S Love.
For the SmyHd Times.
By LILLE BELL.


CHAPTER |.
We lived near the little village of Grey's
Head; why it was so called cannot con.
ceive, unless it be for the grey crags at the
head of a lake of the same name, that
stretched its blue serpentine waters for one
and-a-half miles, through verdant hills, on
whose SUBMITS at morn and eve hung the
blue mists, on the right side and bright
smiling valley on the left.
Nestled close by was the little village; it
was much like other country towns, long,
irregular streets with struggling houses, but
much admired for its picturesque sur
roundings.
Our home, the parsonage, was an old, low
stone structure, with vines clinging about
the gabled roof and porches. The grounds
extended to the lake, embracing the grey
rocks that the earth's upheaval had brought
to light centuries ago, and stretching to the
west to little wood that rustled its green
leaves in the refreshing breeze, thence
north past the little stone church with one
square tower and steeple, and surrounding
two sides OF the grave yard.
To the east lay the village, and on the
night my story commences, was wrapt in
darkness, here and there the rays of light
struggled feebly through the pouring rain.
1t was damp and chilly and we had
| sought the cheeriest place in the house ::
our little parlor, with its antique furniture,
part of which had been there ever since
the house was first habited | should
judge, the other part had been my grand
mothers, with little added by my father.
There was double sliding glass doors that
opened on the porch at the back of the
house, over these | had drawn the curtains
to keep out the gloom and incessent pour
ing of the rain, as it dashed on the porch
roof and spattered down the old lead
water pipe.
Here we had come to enjoy little fire
and have a chat before retiring. There
were three of us, Janette, Nina and /, Nina
was the youngest and had always been our
pet, petit woman-how odd it is to call
her by that name, she was always child
to us, with a mass Of dark hair, and large
haunting brown eyes that changed with
each emotion. She was not one of those
meek persons, her flashing eyes too plainly
spoke differently.
She was not pretty, her forehead was too
low, her eyebrows were not arched enough
but it was the bright attractive face she
turned to you, that you admired. Itseemed
more SO than ever in the soft, uncertain
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CRATE.
We sat and talked as if the catter Of
three tongues could keep out the sound Of
the tempest without, every now and Their
a merry peal bursting from Nina over some
Of Janettes' witty speeches.
Hush, Nina, you'll bother Papa. Yor
know he don't like to be disturbed Will,
he is writing his sermons"
"Well, | wonder that he ever gets then
written at all, Jennie. | do believe Net
could get up a good practical one, will
plenty o: life and dash in it, mucl
better one than poor Papa's humdruu
sermons"
don't see why he can't throw Il it'll
sensation in put in Janette.
Yes, it he was TO season them well
then dish EN- up, poor old deacon Draw
wouldn't go to sleep and nearly nod off hi
seat. He'd have more listeners than slice,
ers in the old, ght.backed pews."
Hush, you mustn't speak so Of poo
Papa's sermons! He is a very good man
| wish were 50 good as he"
=" don't, Nett and ! couldn't spou
Shakespeare down on the crags. Ny! Net
nearly made my hair stand on ends yeste
day while she was doing Hamlet don
like it now. I'd rather Tame the Shrew
have Richard the FOURTH or 'Othello
no believe hate that too. And then W
wouldn't get to read novels, and don't sc
one bit of harm,-isn't it a good thin
Nett, that all men are not ministers? ''
Wouldn't you marry minister, Nine
This was Nett's favorite name for her.
"No they have fogy ways, and are tc
sanctihed. The man I'll marry must
more of the world, as some one says, &
the earth, earthly A minister is too GOO
for you and !, Nett. They would die
lecturing us. Jennie can be our GOO
sister of Charity, only she wouldn't WEI
one of those horrid bonnets and shl
herself up, but live at home and with us
"Do stop your clatter Nine, there
y some one at the hall door. wonder wi
it can be on this stormy nightT
Then there was q hum of voices,
shutting Of feet and Papa came in. /
was excited, seldom had we seen him
before.
We were all frightened, for in the hi
were two men carrying third.
"Wbat has happened?" | gasped.
AN accident Show these gentlemen
a room. | trust it is not n serious or
- jeanette, acquaint your mother with Il
facts. | trust they will not affect her,
her present nervous condition"
On We were up stairs by this time. Janet
had gone to Mamma, and Nina, pale az
ghost lowered about the doorway like
frightened child, while the physician "
T making the examination.
There was a series Of gliding about t
}. house, least any noise should be made, an
- all except Papa, spoke in low, scar
H. tone, for our greatest fear was, that it wor
co., end in death.
Has DR.. Burnly Gomez" asked Janet
> when she met Nina in the upper hall, W
Co. basin of cloths and water.
JAIL ayes, and the examination is over;
right collar bone is broken and the riI
~ arm dislocated. His left ankle is fractul
m a. and there's an awful ugly cash on his ri,
cheek, too. Doctor says he fears it '
leave a scar"
M@ " How did he manage to butcher him,
up so, wonder2
"His horse ran away. The men s
% the carriage is total wreck, and the he
- dragged him good ways. The Doc
;, says the dislocation aud the fraction m
e. have been caused by his being thrown fr
on the carriage or rather pulled from it,
a. y: both shafts were broken"
UcE "Who can be be?' broke in Janett
NJ Has he dark hair and eyes2 2" She alw
n had a weakness for that color.
= "No, they are light, gold, you wo
nee call the hair, and so handsome too. I