Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1884-07-19
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''1n what way, Margaret ?"
"You have lost that twang, and
you seem to know something about
the great world. Do you study? ?"
eyes; I sit up every night to read
or to work mathematics"
"Why? What do you want to be !?
A clerk?
margaret, study only to be more
like you; love you. Will you"
'There! Joseph Tregear. you study
to be like me? am sure l never
set you the example of talking such
rubbish! All, ah! Goodbye"
So saying, off she tripped into the
house, to his intense discontinue.
But was Margaret any the more
happy than the lover she had left so
disconsolate in the street? That
evening her parents noticed great
change in her, but could not discover
the cause. She did not talk nor take
any food, but soon retired to her own
little room, complaining of headache.
"Do 1 love him." she muttered,
when alone. ''Poor fellow, he studied
hard for my sake-to be worthy of
me, l suppose he calls it. All,
Joseph why did 1 leave you SO alb
ruptly? What a giddy, worthless
thing l amp
That night she could not sleep un-
til she had decided upon future
course of action.
The next day, being Saturday, she
spent at home in household cares,
which she shared with her mother !;
but she scarcely spoke q word all day.
In the evening she went to the dra-
pers and bought few ribbons and
other little articles, for there was
some object now IN being pretty. On
Sunday she appeared in church dress
ed with more than usual care, and
she may be forgiven if she was not
quite so attentive to the sermon as
she should have been, for there at a
distance sat Joseph Tregear, looking
at her with his great blue eyes, MAX
ing her blush, and inspiring her with
the desire of sinking through the
floor.
On leaving the porch, after dlsmis-
sing her flock, Margaret found Joseph
Tregear and Tom Polglaze pretend
ing to read the inscriptions on the
tombs.
At the sound of her step Tom
raised his head and advanced with a
friendly nod, while Joseph remained
still, but fixed those great blue eyes
on her.
"Good morning, Tom," she said, in
differently. "How are you?''
Polglaze was replying as they near
ed Tregear, when Margaret stopped.
Tregear still held back, trembling
in his heart and apprehensive of his
rival.
Margaret, however, was so appar-
emily calm that he was beginning to
think her heart as hard as her native
rocks, when, nodding an adieu to
Polglase, she very naturally and very
quietly put her hand ON Tregear's
arm and said:
81 am very sorry l kept you wait
ing; I can now only spare you half
an hour for walk"
1t was the first time she had ever
shown a preference, and Polglaze now
knew that he too was 'out of the
race
His face changed to an ashen hue,
and he tottered off with detected
looks, but with clenched fists.
Tregear squeezed the small hand
that had been so unexpectedly put on
his arm, and led Margaret away for
the promised walk, which, it need
scarcely be said, was unconsciously
heightened into an hour.
When Margaret once more arrived
under her parents roof it was not
alone that she came. Henceforth,
another had also right to join her
there.
Tregear knew the price that must
be paid for Margaret's love. He
knew that Polglaze would not give
her up without a contest.
Nor was it long before the battle
was commenced, for that very even-
ing, as Tregear was leaving the
house of the Powheles he was
attacked by his rival. With him it
was but word and a blow.
"Joe Tregear, you've crossed my
steps, and now I'll be revenged on