Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1882-05-20

Eve got my comeupance," she groaned.
1--WE always been romantic, and wanted
romance such as Eve read about, an I've
had one. On, dear ! oh, dear :"
About o'clock in the morning there
came a lively rap at the kitchen door, and,
unstrung by excitement and loss of sleep,
she sh-ieked aloud.
"On'y me; on'y Deacon Bliss, cried a
pleasant voice through the keyhole.
Mrs Appledore slid back the bolt with
trembling fingers. How thankful am,
she said, holding out her hand ; Il feel so
in need OF somebody"
Twas fortinet come along jes | did
then, said the Deacon, taking off his straw
hat and slowly rubbiDg his face with his
ample bandaua. 1t was a shrewd though
benevolent face, framed in waves Of IRON
gray hair. '' l see we look kinder peeked,
The weather has been tryin'. I've felt it
myself, an ached in my jints the wust
way"
Its my soul, Deacon" walled the
widow, dropping into chair and covering
her face with her apron. I've always
hankered after romance an I've had one,
and | wish | was dead and laid beside
Caleb"
"Oh, no We don't, Miss Appledore,"
said the Deacon in the caressiDg tone IN
which he would address a sobbIng child.
This worlds a poorly good place, an,
with few exceptions, folks are poorly
good. / come over to fetch few of my
sweetins', and to tell you tibet that there
offer l made ye spell ago holds good yet.
l rally wish ye'd consider it agin."
Mrs. AppledOre remained silent behind
her apron.
"Ef ye'd hev me, repeated the Deacon,
in a low voice. Il know l amt half good
huff and tibet I'm kind Nv an old fellow,
but I've got conf able place an comf'abl
things in it, and I've been sot on we this
long spell, as we knows. dare say l was
'tached to Lucy more'n l shall ever be to
anybody agin. We sort NV growed
together like, but so did you and Caleb, an
I'm sure I'll try ter make ye happy and yer
two little gals, as sweet as two pinks, III
be to me jes' like the little gals lost.
Mrs Appledore did not remove her
apron, and after a pause the Deacon fall.
teringly continued -" / s'pose faint no
use to argy. Folks hez their own idees of
such things; but anyways I'll stand yer
friend"
The widow rubbed her eyes and slowly
let fall her apron. 1--we always had the
greatest esteem for you," she said, with
little shake in her voice, "but l never
knew how good-how much think OF you.
l will"
The Deacon started up, "Will ye?"
Mrs. Appledore had taken refuge IN her
apron.
"Will We really, Rosetta?" he repeated.
The bowed head covered in the blue
bingham nodded.
Ye shan't regret it." said the Deacon,
solemniy and awkwardly laying his big
hand, coarsened by labor, on her shoulder.
lord bless the little woman-an' our
home Our home he spoke softly as if to
himself
"Praps now," he continued after min
ute, "I'd better drop in an see him, an in
tellin' the news might mention casual like
we're goin' ter be married soon. An tibet
nobody II trouble anybody tibet stays thum,
an tibet I'm able to help an dedicated man
to a good place, real neIghborly, cause my
brother Eben out in Kansas wants a clerk. "
Mrs. Appledore said nothing, but the
Deacon seemed satisfied with her silence,
for he did Just as be had proposed. Pro-
lessor st. Clair Smith was discharged from
Jail, and in three days he and his pale little
wife had left Tony Allerton's cottage on
the mile strip to return no more.
In about fortnight DR.. Ollapod attend.
cd a quiet wedding you've had a 70.
nance at last. Rosetta. 1 might better
say two of em," whispered Mrs. Phlox, as
she gave the bride ssterly kiss. The
alteration of the Professor was like things
in a novel book, but marryin' man whose
goodness an farm can't be paralleled in the
country is a romance that has sense in it,
an 1 wish you Joy, u Elizabeth Cummings,
in Oar Continent.