Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1884-11-14

Dorothy Plume were busy with my
wedding robes l wished it was nay
shr0ud they were working at instead.
And one night the pain in my heart
grew too great, and weat out among
the purple heather on the moor, and
there knelt down under the stars and
PRAYED 70 be taken from the world.
For how can l live without EvanW
l spoke the words aloud, and then
started up in alright, for there at my
side was little elfish figure, and |
heard a cry that first / scarcely
thought earthly. Yet it was but Scotch
Jenny, who lad followed me.
why do you call for your true
love now?'' she said. ''Ye sent him
frae ye for sake O. the young squire.
What do you mean?' SAID l.
'I'll speak gin l lose my place, said
Jenny. Il rode with the mistress to
Young DR.. Locke's place past the
moor, and there she lighted and gave
HIM a ring, which turned him the tint
of death; and said he: There's nae
a drop O. true bluid in a woman, gin
she is false. and he turned to the wall
and covered his eyes, an your granny
rode home There, It's all l ken"
And then / fell down at ner feet
llk a stone [ knew nothing for an
hour or more, but then, when L was
better, and they lefs me with Jenny,
| babe her fetch my hood and cloak
and her own, and come with me, and
away [ went across the moor In the
starlight to where the hall windows
were ablaze with light, and asked the
housekecper to ct me see the squire.
She started at me for my boldness-
no wonder-but called him. So in a
moment he stood before me III his
evening dress dress, with his cheeks
flushed and his eyes bright, and
led me into little room and seated
me.
Agatha, my love, 1 hope no
mischanco brings you here2" ne be
gan.
But stopped him.
"Not your love, Squire Turner" |
said. II thank you for thinking so
we'll of me, but even after all that has
passed /"
| could say no more. He took my
hand.
Have l offended YOU, Agatha" he
said.
"Not you. The ofense-the guilt
-. On, 1 have been sorely cheated !"
and all [ could do was 10 sob and
think he thought me mad.
AT last strength came to me. L
went back to the first and told him
all.
And though | may never see Evan
Locke again." SAID l, still can
never be another mans true love, for
| am his until | die"
Then, as | looked and the lich color
faded out of the 'squire'S face and saw
the sight we seldom see more than
once IN lifetime-a strong man in
tears"
At la t he arose and came to me-"
'My little Agatha never loved me, >"
he said. ''Ah me! the news is bad, |
thought she did. This comes of
vanity"
And then, kind and gentle as
though L had rot grieved him, he
gave me his arm and saw me across
the room, and at the gate paused and
whispered:
''Be at rest, Agatha; the Canadian
ship Golden George has not sailed
yet"
OH but he was fit to be a king
the grandest, kindest, best living
men, VINO rode away with the break
of the morrow, and found Evan Locke
just ready to set foot upon the Golden
George, and told HIM a tale that made
his heart light and sent him back.
Heavens bless himl
And who was it that sent grand
father the deed of GIFT that made the
cottage his own, and spoke kind
word to the gentry for young DR..
Locke that helped him into practices
Sill no one but Squire Turner, whom
we taught our children to pray for
every night.