Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1882-11-29

sally Court was buX0m widow who owned
freehold cottage, nearly two acres of land, and
a mange. She was tempting prize for Mr..
Margets to win IL he chose-for Margets was a
blacksmith, steady and well to do and the free
hold would just have suited him-but he was IS
and she was AZ; there was the hitch. Neverhe-
less, Margets more than once or twice was OBJ
served to sneak down the lane after working
hours. and it is undeniable that for period OF
weeks, or even months, he had frequently and
regularly
Called on the lady. and stopped for tea.r
After while he waXed cool. Interest drew him
one way, but love proved stronger, aud il ended
by Mr.. Margets leading another lady to the
altar, and one who was younger, not older, than
her spouse. Widow Court brooded over her
wrongs-they wrankled In her bosom. She
couldn't hold her peace. "He's a false black
guard" she cried one day-for In her wrath she
was not nice in her language-'a and II an i'll wish
can hit him he shall have il. He shan't come to
no good as / can do himlr Poor Margets had
one child; but a little after he met with a Sc
rious accident; his right hand was caught In o
machine and dreadtully mangled-he had to
lose his arm. 1t preyed upon his mind, he
got into a responding condition. and ended
by hanging himself. / am sorry to say Mrs.
Court was jubilant, but her hate was not
yet appeased nor her vengeance satisfied She
proclaimed that no child of poor Margets would
that Margets had been shit by an i'll WISH" and
the wish was hers. save! and the brat's under
1t now, and it'll never be took of neitheri" As
fll-luck would have 1t, few months after this
the poor child, in the absence of its mother was
playing with some sticks in the fire, when its
clothes caught alight, and 1t was SO severely
burned that IL became shockingly disfigured,
and must continue to be so. Mrs. Court exhfb-
tied quite flendish Joy, and went about loudly
declaring that she'd serve any one else the
same and worse that "came counting her on'y
to fool her." OF course she had wel-earned her
bad pre-eminence and though sutors fought shy
of her, yet Ii is said that i'm the dark hours men
and women from all quarters came and knocked
furtivelv at her door, and rumor said Is
was not for the loan OF her mangle
The road ran just under her garden, and one day
young farmer riding by, and seeing an apple
tree loaded with fruit hanging over the hedge
he sided his horse toward the fence and picked
rosy apple from the Dough. He had scarcely
secured it when the animal he rode reeled and
dropped as IL 1t had been shot. The young fel-
low was overwhelmed with terror; he had been
thrown over the horses head, but. getting up as
best he could. he rushed into Widow Courts
cottage, fell on his knees and begged for mercy,
confessed his sins, and prayed that the Judgment
might stop there. "0h, Missus Court, don't We
hit me no more. Ye may ha' the saddle and
bride and welcome, but don't We hit me, not for
a applet" ''Get along WI We, said the old hag,
for by this time she was old and misery; II
don't ride them things! / shant do you no
harm. On'y don't We NEEDLE wi my apples no
morei" The young man when he got out into the
road. found his horse, to his immense JOY and
greater surprise, standing quietly waiting for
him. Nothing on earth will convince him that
Widow Court did not first kill that horse and
then raise it from the dead.-Ihe Ninctee,sfh
Century,