McCook weekly tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 188?-1886, 1884-06-26
THE LOVERS QUARREL.

LIE AVVLhO VCAhnLAs
"Never, while 1 live," said Miss
Rashleigh, "never while I live, will 1
see your face again"
She meant it when she said it; and
as she spoke she threw her betrothal
ring toward the lover who had offend
ed her.
1t missed him and rolled down upon
the floor and over the sill of an open
china closet -one of those old fashioned
closets that used to stand on either side
of the mantelpiece.
She did not notice where it rolled, he
did though, and after she had left the
room he turned to pick it up. The ring
she had worn would always be precious
to him.
Miss Rashleigh went straight to her
own room, as miserable girl as ever
lived, and a moment later Grandmother
Rashleigh hustled into the drawing
room, pushed the open closet door to,
picked up the fallen magazine, set the
ANIMALS and books of poetry straight
on the table, pulled down the shades,
arranged the chairs methodically along
the wall and hustled out again.
"I've had these things fifty years."
she said to herself, ssand there's Cor
nelia ana her beau with no more re-
spect for them than if they were so
much lumber
Then she closed the door behind her
and went away to her own room up
stairs, where fine silk patchwork quilt
was in the frame, a surprise for said
cornelia.
Grandma Rashleigh gave every young
person of the family something of her
own manufacture on his or her wedding
day.
"Now," the old lady had said dozen
times to Tripheny King, who was help
ing her, 81 rather think Cornelia will
have the best thing I've done; and
there's bit in it OF every handsome
silk there's ever been in the family, and
of her fathers and grandfather we'd
ding vests.
"Yes'm, its real memorial quilt"
said Tripheny. ''It takes you mum, to
plan such things"
The quilt was finished and bound
that afternoon, and Tripheny's job of
quilting being over, she went home.
But she carried about the village the
news that she "was sure that all was
over between Miss Rashleigh and Mr..
Spear. She'd heard Cornelia say
something to her grandma, and the old
lady was furious"
sHe would never have done that if
he had cared for me, you know, grand
ma," Cornelia was saying at that mo-
ment.
'Stuff and nonsense! he loves the
ground you walk on!" said the old lady.
''You'n never get such another. Cor
nelia!"
81 shall never marry at all hate
men!" Cornelia answered.
And then her grandmother made the
house too hot to hold her, and she went
over TO her mothers, her usual course
when she fell out with grandma.
Three days passed. At the end of
the third Piety Pratt stepped in at Mrs.
Rashleigh's-young Mrs. Rashleigh, as
they called her, though she was nearly
fifty, for grandma was old Mrs. Rash
leigh yh
tell you the news, Cornelia," said she.
"You've been too cruel this time-he,
he, he! Orvide Spear hain't been
heard of since he was at your house.
His mother says he went over to ex-
plain and make up, and never came
back again-he, he! She thought may
be he'd stopped over to his brothers,
but he hadn't-he, he! 1 reckon he's
drowned himself.''
81 don't know why the whole town
should talk over my affairs and every
meddling old maid giggle about them"
cried Cornelia.
Piety jumped to her feet, seized her
parasol and turned toward the door.
"Good afternoon, Miss Cornelie and
Mrs. Rashleigh," she said with con-
temptuous courtesy; I'll remember my
manners if o,her folks forget theirs.
Only there's other folks as likely to be
old maids as me, and I fancy its Mrs.
Spears affair now if anything has hap
pened to the boy"
Away f1ounced Miss Pratt.
"You've put Piety into a rage, Cor
nelia," said Mrs. Rashleigh. ssThat's
pity; she has long tongue.
But Cornelia was crying.
"Oh, mother, DEAR" she sobbed, ssit
isn't true, is it?'' Orville did feel
dreadfully. Won't you see, mother?"
But at this moment Sally, the little
servant girl from Grandma Rashleigh's,
came flying into the room without any
more warning than if she had been shot
from a gun.