The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1880-11-05

behind me-" ! heard very little from
home. Father and mother were still
alive, hut the captain was dead They
had carried him through the corndelds
one summers day TO the little church
yard and buried him there.
Jemima, / understood, lived in the
old house, and was single. So-.full of
emotion, all the tenderness for the dear
girl had LETT behind me rapidly re-.
viving-off went carpet.bag and
everything, just as | was, to have the
old vows renewed and sealed in the
usual manner.
A maiden with e freckled face, much
sunburned. opened the door. Could |
see Miss Marlborough The maiden
did not reply, but, leaving me where ]
was, retired TO the remote back settle.
ments. Thence | heard the following
dialogue;
"Missus ~
"Weil, what is it 2"
Somebody wants you"
"Who is il p
"a fat old man, with bag"
could have shaken the girl into
Jelly.
There was further talk in smothered
whisper, and then the girl returned,
and, motioning me with her finger,
said:
"Come in here" and showed me into
the parlor.
The old parlor, just as l had left it,
neat and trim, the old harpsichord, the
old punch-bowl but some new things
canary in cage at the window, o
black long-legged cat ensconced upon q
chair.
The next minute lady entered.
Could it beP No, impossible-this pale.
faced, sober-visaged lady, with stiff
curls, and no more figure than a clock
case-could this be my JemimaF
Where was the old luster of the eyes
whsre the old bloom upon the cheeks
where the lips that were ruddier than
the cherryP She lifted up both hands
when she saw me.
"Allred!"
"Jemimaw
We shook hands; after a moments
hesitation we went furthermore in &C.
cordance with old times.
My heart sank within me, however,
as l sat down opposite to her. and
thought of what she was. She looked
at me very steadily, and thought de.
tected disappointment in her glance.
1--WE are both changed, Jemima."
You are very much altered" she
said.
"You are different" l responded.
Do you think SOP"
"Think SOP Why, Jemima, there can't
be two opinions about it,"
at is not generally observed; but
you"
"Well my dearP"
You have grown ridiculously stout,
and you are bald-headed.
You are not stout, my dear; but
your hair is not quite what it was"
"People say they see no change in me
that preserve my childish appear.
ance wonderfully"
Humph!"
Our interview was not altogether
agreeable. When we parted we con.
tented ourselves with shaking hands.
That afternoon l wrote to her, sug.
gesting that we did not renew our old
engagement.
That afternoon she wrote note, sug-
gesting the very same idea to me. Our
cross letters crossed.
We were to he friends, nothing more.
But that could not last. | was the
first to give in. called upon her, and
said a good deal, and she cried, and then
we said why uotP and then she put her
head upon my breast and spoiled my
shirt front as she had done before.
"You are not so very fat" she said
laughing.
"You are not 80 very lean," l said,
laughing also.
"You can wear scllph,' - said she.
"You can dye" l responded.
So we both laughed again, and itT'was
all settled. We were settled, and here
we are out of the fog, and very much al
your service-the happiest couple in our