Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1884-11-12

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4 1yef 70 the cOqntry grocery and
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No details, and whose monogramed and
psffumed letters were often brought
over from the Office in company with
the parafiine can. / wrote my sermon
ct one end Of the round table, while
Mary sat at the other sewing. Between
us was lamp with green paper
shade. Now and then a big bug would
fly into the window and 60 humming
about our heads, or q moth would try
to singe its wings over the chimney,
and / would drive it out. The old
people would 60 to bed after awhile,
and then Mary and I would find our
sslves hungry, and she would 20 into
the kitchen to find something good.
always held the light for her; and
when something good was found we ate
it in che back porch, sitting side by
side on the step, like two children. She
was so like child-that little Mary
that it seemed no harm to ask her to
kiss me good night, or to hold her hand
in mine as it rested on my arm in our
long walks home from church on Sun
day evening.
The summer passed; October came !;
Angelina returned to the city and wrote
to me. Itwas while we were eating
peaches and cream in the back porch
that evening that I said to Mary, II
will tell you secret if you will keep it
for awhile, Mary"
"Oh, Of course I will, Mr.. Mactag-
CERT"
II am going to be married this
autumn, Mary" said. "Those pretty
letters you always thought came from
my sister are from the lady who is to
marry me. She is very beautiful, very
rich. very stylish, but vary kind. You
must come aud see ms Mary, when you
are married. shall tell Angelina how
good you have been to me-what q
sweet little sister l have found ont here
in The Vale Of Cruix. Why, Mary"
For. ., spoke, felt the little hand
] he d grow cold and heavy in mine.
saw her sink backward. 1he big china
bowl Of peaches and cream slipped with
. crash to the ground and was shattered
to pieces.
caught the poor child in my arms.
In a moment she came to herself aud
said she had overtired herself she
thought They had been baking all
dav and it was warm. And now she
bade me good night But did not see
her next day, nor the next She kept
her room, and was not we'll enough to
hid me goodbye.
Poor little Mary! felt very misera-
bic. However, Angelina met me at
Glasgow. She wa. moro beautiful than
ever--more elegant in contrast to my
simple country friend--and very soon /
laughed at myself for the thought that
had been in my heart. OF course
said. il was the baking that had over
come Mary-it was not my news Ihad
only bcen to her - friend-as q
brother. / had not firted with her.
But I thought iof Mary . great deal,
and ! missed hdg every hour, exactly
oh, yes, exactly as might q sister. /"
/ wrote to Ms. Stevenson and her
answer was very Hlief.
haven't much Hime to write." sRy
said in her postscriSt. "Mary is sick
and besides being ds zen. I am aGl.
iouA. !" z
This letter was in my pocket u that
day when Angelina and I went together
TO the bazaar for the benefit of the church
OF 81 Matthew.
After we had roamed about the bazar
and bought all sorts OF knick-nacks, I
escorted Angelina to . seat, and there
set down to wait while one OF the ladies