The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1880-09-22
RUNAWAY MATCH.

Nothing ever happens mere or
ever viii. i seems to nlc, murmur-
ed Edna Bruce. looking over the
damp. gray fields and leatiess woods,
which stretched themselves as FIR as
eve could reach around the bare
looking old farmhouse owned by
her grandfather, Enoch Nailor.
1t was a lonely region, with houses
scattered at intervals of a quarter OF
d mile. ard about nine miles from
the nearest village in sparsely popu-
lated Northern New York When.
five wears before. Edna. then a tall
slim of fourteen, came to live there,
some little attention was paid to
her.
THAT strange gal from the city up
~ Pop NailOr's' was formally in
spectcd and criticised by the neigh
boring gossips. at the little white
Methodist Westinghouse on the bill
her manners and garments monopo-
Lied more than their meritcd share
Of comment from the younger and
ceuder portion of the good pastor 5
Rustic congregation.
I'm q few weeks. however, al the
novelty Of the new arrival wore of,
and the orphan girls life settled
down into q duh, UNMARRIED routine
of helping her grandmother about
the house every morning, and read
iug 10 her grandfather, whose eye.
SIGHT was falling, every evening
True. there was maiden aunt the
s3Ircd victim of an early disappoint-
mcnt. who assumed the task of fin
ishing Einas limited education, and
vino made her life a burden by re-
curing her 10 darn the tamily's hose
and table-linen with great cxactness
and e. practice Czerney's exercises
two hours daily on theancient crack
"a cottage piano, upon the posses
sioa of which the Nailor family
greatly Urided themselves
st The few social gatherings per-
mi.tci tr the long distances and
hard agricultural work. Edna was by
uo means o. a shining light
Lacking in actual beauty and the
pretty talent Of viyacious. meaning
less small talk. ahhorring dancing,
and caring little for the opinions Of
the rustic bellies and beauX OF the
neighboyhooj, it WIS DO wonderthat,
though naturally OF q cheerful. CON
tented spirit. the monotony wcaried
her far more than the toll cngender-
ed hv q self-supporting life would
have done.
Draw tine curtains and close the
shutters. Edna. and don't stand
dreaming any longer. You know
YOUR grandfather always likes his
toast Drowned by the time the tea is
rcadvwilhout waiting for II, scream
cd Aunt Sarah from the pantry's
mysterious rccesses.
Edna listlesslv obeyed and soon
the quiet 'humdrum family as she
mentally STYLED her relatives when
taxing their evening meal \ roll
of carriage wheels heard approach
inc the house caused a slight stir in
our party. which was increased by
three sharp successive Taps on the
hall door.
Miss sarah Nailor quickly re-
spondcd. and came face to face with
n tall dark-cvod young man, bearing
I'm his arms q girls mutied and drip
ping form. Behind these two fg-
ares bluff, hearty voice rang ont:
See here, Pop. the bridge 1t Rock
point Crink. Just beyond here, has
eiven awav-busted-clean gone ;
and these here parties being strang-
ers. and KNOWN nothing OF the oc-
currcnce. came rushing along-horse
a little to fresh-and pulled up just
in time to find themselves splashing
about the cold shallow river
Il reined up this side OF the erik,
and helped this young fellow get the
lady out. We wrapped her up in
my buggy robes. anil fastened the
horse behind. / thought it more
likely YOU would be able to give
these bolfjrowned creatures house