Connecticut western news., 1881-01-05
Local News a Speciality.
THE FIRST QUARREL.
GIN THE ISLE OF WIGHT. )

"Wait little" you say, "you are sure it'll all come right" But the boy was born f trouble, an looks so wan an so white; Waitl an once ha' waited-I hadn't to wait for long. Now I wait, wait, wait for Harry.-No, no you are doing me wrong! Harry and I were married the boy can hold up his head. The boy was born in wedlock, but after my man was dead; ha' work'd for him fifteen years, an I work an wait to the end. am all alone in the world, an you are my only friend. Doctor, if you can wait, I'll tell you the tale O my life. When Harry an I were children, he call'd me his own httle wife; was happy when was with him, an sorry when he was away. An when we play d together, loved him bet ter than play; He workt me the daisy chain-he made me the cow-sip ball.
 him better than an ooo1oA"iO S1A 0LO ! WoS1 nA OAVOA4 d1 uO11lo III disgrace. I never could quarrel with Harry-I had but to look in his face. There was farmer in Dorset of Harry's kin, that had need < Of good stout lad at his farm; he sent, an the father agreed; | So Harry was bound to the Dorsetshire farm for years an for years; walked with him down to the quay, poor lad an we parted in tears. The boat was beginning to move. we heard them a-ringing the bell, q never love any but you, God bless you, my own little Nell" was child, an he was a child, an he came to harm There was girl. hussy, that workt with him up at the farm. One had deceived her an lef6 her alone with her sin an her shame, And so she was wicked with Harry; the girl was the most to blame. And years went over till that was little had grown so tall, The men would say of the maids "Our Nelly's the flower of 'em aI.' Ldidn't take heed O them, but I taught myself all could To make good wife for Harry, when Harry came home for good. Often seem'd unhappy, and often as happy too, For heard it abroad in the fields "rn never love any but you 2 I'll never love any but you," the morning song of the lark, "Pn never love any but you" the nightingale's hymn in thedark. And Harry came home at last, but he look'd at ne sidelong and shy, sxt me bit, till he told me that so many years.had gone by, had grown so handsome and tall-that might ha forgot him somehow For he thought-there were other eds-he was fear'd to look at me now. Hard was the frost in the field, we were mar ried O Christmas day, Married among the red berries, an all as merry as May Those were the pleasant times, my house an my man were my pride, We seemd like ships i the Channel a-sailing with wind an tide. But work was scant in the Isle, tho he tried the villages round. So Harry went over the Solent to See if wo1l could be found; An he wrote :: I ha' six weeks work, little wife so far as I know; I'll come for an hour tomorrow, an kiss vol before go" s So set to fighting the house, for wasn't h, coming that day? An hit on an old deal box that was push'd il corner away, It was full of old odds an ends, an a lette along wi the rest, had better ha' put my naked hand in hor nets nest. Sweetheart, ,"-this was the letter-this wa the letter read "You promised to find me work near you. an wish was dead Didn't you kiss me an promise? you haven doneit, my lad, An I almost died O your going away, an wis that had" too wish that had-in the pleasant lime that had past, Before quarrell'd with Harry-my quarrel the first an the last. For Harry came in, an flung him the lette that drove me wild, An he told it me all at once as simple as an child,
 What can it matter my lass, what did wit my single life? ha' been as true to you as ever man to h
 wife, E. An she wasn't one O the worst" ssThen, 5
 said. "Im none O the best" An he smiled at me- "Ain't you, my love Come, come, little wife, let it rest 7! The man isn't like the woman. no need to maj
 such 8 stir.''
 But he angerd me all the more, an I sai
 You were keeping with her. When was allowing you all along an the san
 as before."
 An he didn't speak for while, an he anger
 me more and more. Then he patted my hand in his gentle wa
 Let bygones be !' "Bygones you kept yours hush'd," sai
 when you married me! Bygones ma be come-agains an she-in
 shame an her sin You'll have her to nurse my child, if I die O n
 lying in r
 You'll make her it's second mother hate h
 -an' hate youp' Ah, Harry, my man, you had better ha' beat,
 me black an blue Than ha' spoken as kind as you did, when
 were so crazy wi spite, Wait ittle my lass, am sure it'll all COT
 right" An he took three turns in the rain, an I watch
 him, an when he came in