Connecticut western news., 1881-05-04
OWENS LOVER.

Perhaps you have never heard of MT. David Owen, of Carmarthenshire, but he was great preacher among our peo- pie. He was good man. and kind of witty man, too, but not very observant, or folks thought he was not, at any rate. Mrs. Owen was dead, and there was one girl who lived at home with her father and looked after his house just the prettiest girl in all the neighborhood and good, too, I believe. Anyhow, the worst that could be said of her was that she was rather inclined to think great deal of her own beauty.
 Her name was Winnifred-at least that is the English of it, for you see, all the people about them spoke Welsh, and of course the names of the children were Welsh. But she was called Gwen and Gwen was thought much of both for her prettinesa and because MT. Owen was the minister and so much respected.
 There was young man lived not far from MT. Ovens who fell in love with Gwen, as good many had done before him and she for some reason or other T am not wise in the ways of girls, and l don't know what it might be-was more good-natured to William Morgan than she had been to the others, and let him come about her more than anybody had done before. He was handsome yourg fellow, the son of farmer, and would have been good enough match if he had not been wild. But, as it was, all the neighbors knew that he was not at all a fit match for the minister's daughter, and very soon a great deal of talk arose about their being seen to- gether, and his going to the house when MT. Owen was likely to be out of the way.
 At last, one of the neighbors got hold of MT. Owen one day, and boldly
 attacked him upon the subject. "Keer an eye upon Gwen, MT. Owen," said she, "and don't let her be encouraging that good-for-nothing." And then an other came another day-and he said
 'I hear that young vagabond is afte1 Gwen, MT. Owen." And when they had begun they went on, till MT. Owe1 heard enough of Gwen and her sweet heart, you may be sure.
 But the queer thing was that ht seemed 10 take no notice of them at all
 He never answered, good or bad, whe1
 they spoke to him, and he never said .
 word to Gwen. Every other day th,
 y oung man would be at the house, bu
 he either came when MT. Owen wa
 away visiting, or else at night, whel
 everybody but Gwen was gone to bed
 You see, it used to be the custom : when two young people were courting for the young man to go to see hi sweetheart pretty late in the evening, g. that they could have little bit of tall comfortably by the kitchen fire afte the others were gone away. The onl, ; thing that was wrong about Gwen lover was that she did not say anythin to her father about his coming. We'll, one evening, when the night were beginning to get pretty cold, MI
 OWSh "OuO uP0LdlAS oo uSudA du whether he went to little study had, or whether he went to bed, Give , did not know and did not care. Sh knew he would certainly not come dow again that night; and accordingly sh . opened the door and let in her sweet ; heart to spend an hour with her.
 } He was rather chilled with havin } waited longer than usual for her, so b : drew up settle with high back clos
 to the fire, and they sat down very con : fortably and began to talk. I do nc : know what they talked about; but s , absorbing was the nature of their COT ,, versation, that they never knew or sa' anything till all of a sudden MT. Owe
 looked over the top of the high-backe 7 settle and said: Good evening, m , young friend; I am very glad to SC , you." '--- i Gwen jumped up in great hurr.
 William Morgan's arm remaine