The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1884-05-08
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LUCY'S FOE.

Down on the Jersey shore, IN little
brown house with implanted floors,
lived Lucy Gray, the flower of the fish
inc village of Saltfish-the toast of
every fsher-lad between Jersey City
and Cape May.
Lucy was delicate little thing, with
a wild-rose color, golden hair, and
deep, dark eyes, that had a trick Of
dropping shyly beneath their long
lashes whenever young Mr.. Thornhill
rode by the cottage on his thorough
bred horse, and bowed low to her as
she sat By the open window at her sew
ing; and Mr. Thornhill's bay horse
seemed to turn that way so naturally,
that Lucy's father at last took the
alarm.
They were Friends "-quiet, we'll
meaning people, who, if not rich, had
at least been respectable all their
days.
And George Thornhill was "of the
worlds people his life was one long
holiday of pleasure; his great marble
house on the hill was very temple of
luxury, over which his only sister
reigned as mistress, though only at his
pleasure
Friend Peter Gray, and his good
wife, Lucy, shook their heads over
their young landlords evident admira-
ton of their one eve lamb. And be-
tween them, in solemn council, it was
arranged that Peter should speak to
him civilly but seriously, the very next
time that he passed by.
The same evening, as the old folks sat
by the kitchen fire, which the cold sea-
breeze rendered needful, summer
though it was, great surprise came to
them.
Lucy, who had gone on an errand TO
the next house, came in, earlier than
they had expected. The Young
Squire" Gas the fishers generally called
him) was with her. He led her to her
parents, bowling his handsome head
reverently before them.
Il love your daughter dearly," he
said, "Wll you give her to me for my
wife?"
"Our Lucy!' cried Peter Gray, as
soon as he could speak for astonish-
ment why, thee might marry the
daughter of the President Friend
Thornhill, if thee likedn'
but don't like" said the young
Squire, with smile in his deep blue
eyes. II have never seen the girl, ex-
cept Lucy, that | could love; and she
is fond of PIE, though you may not
think so. Why, have looked forward
to marrying her ever since | first saw
her sitting at yonder window, with a
cluster of apple blossoms in her hair"
IAN eternity, indeed" said Friend
Gray. ii waited seven years for her
mother, and loved her dearer every
moment Of those seven years, think
But there is no need of such a de-
lay in our case, " said the young Squire,
looking frightened.
Perhaps not. But under one year
we cannot give our consentf' said
Friend Gray consulting his wife hy a
look. "At the end of year thee NAV
take her, Friend Thornhill-not be-.
fore"
In vain the young Squire fumed and
iretted. The quiet Quaker was "set in
hs way, and Lucy. knowing the great
concession that he had already made.
dared not plead for more. For it had
been the dream and hope Of her par
ents to see her the wife Of some steady
young Friend, whe would dwell with
her on small farm near their own.
suoh young Friend indeed existed,
who would willingly have carried ont
his own part of that peaceful pro-
gramme; but Lucy, who had always
been SO gentle to Charles Deane before
her own heart was touched, had scarce
~ a civil word to offer him during tho
long year OF her conditional betro,hal
TO the young Squire.
iet Charles Deane came to the brown
cottage all the same, talking chiefly "a
ner parents during his visits, but cast.
ing long, sad looks at Lucy that /,
~iea ner patience terribly to ignore.
That summer dragged on YEARLY
enough for Lacy Gray. Throupbo,;'
each week there was only the wos, ),
work to do, OF msnding, making, wash
ing. baking, and attending 10 the eggs
the fowls, and the butter.
AT dusk on Saturday evening, tn,
whole house was in the neatest order
and all signs Of labor done away.
On tho Sabbath no cooking was don
and food was eaten cold, while Tn
family spent most of the day in tn
solemn silence Of Quaker meeting
and on the Monday there was the sam
dull round for Lucy to begin again.
II was not dull to her parents. The
enjoyed the perfect calm They wer
hAppy In THAR homo. In ZACH other