The Press., 1884-03-06
(Philadelphia Call.) THE LOVERS QUARREL.

NeVor, While live, SalQ MISS nSaSn- leigh, snever, while I live, will I see your face again ]"
 She meant it when she said it; and, as she spoke, she threw her betrothal ring to- wards her lover, who had offended her.
 It 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 mantel-piece.
 She dd 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.
 Mss Rashleigh went straight to her own room, as miserable girl as ever lived, and a moment later Grandmother Rasheigh hustled into the drawing room, pushed the open closet door to, picked up the fallen magazine set the annuals and books of poetry straight on the table, pulled down the shades, arranged the chairs mathemat- ically against the wall, and hustled out again.
 ''I've had these things 50 years," she said to herself, "and there's Cornelia and her beau with no more respect 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 tine 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 8 dozen times to Tripheny Kiug, who was helping her. ''I 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 aud grandfather's wedding vests."
 "Yesm, its real memorial quilt, said Tripheny. ''It takes yoo, mum, to plan such things"
 The quilt was finished and bound that afternoon, and Tripheny's joy of quilting being over she went home. But she car "was sure all was over between Miss Rash leigh aud Mr. Spear. She'd heard Cor nelia saying something to her grandma, and the old lady was furious.
 ''Stuff and nonsense He loves the ground you walk on P said the old lady. "You'n never get such another, Corntlia !'''
 ''I shall never marry at all I hate men P Cornelia answered.
 And then her grandmother made the house too hot to hold her, and she went 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. Rash Ieigh's-young Mrs. Rashleigh, as they called her, though she was nearly 50, for grandma was old Mrs. Rashleign.
 'I expect you'll feel upset when I tell you the news, Cornelia, " said she. ''You've been too cruel this time-he, he, he Or vile Spear ha'n't been heard of since he was at your house. His mother says he went over to explain aud make up, and h. never came back-he, he She thought maybe he'd stepped over to his brothers, but he hadn't-he, he! I reckon he's drowned himself P
 "I don't know why the whole town should talk over my affairs and every mt d. ding old maid giggle about them !" cried Cornelia.
 Piety jumped to her feet, seized her parasol and turned towards the door,
 Good afternoon. Misan Qornelia and Mrs. Rashleigh1. .she lifh 2 con- manners,
 there's otRszRfe U as me, and fancy ifs@ Bpear's affair LOW if anything has Happened to her boy!'
 Away founced Miss Pratt.
 "You've put Piety in rage, Cornelia, , said Mrs. Rashleigh. ''Thats pity she | mas a long tongue"
 But Cornelia was crying. 'tOh, mother, dear," she sobbed, s'it isn't true, is it? Orville did feel dreadful ly. Won't you see, mother?" But at this moment Sally, the little ser want girl from Grandma Rashleigh's, came l dying into the room, without any more warning than if she had been shot from a gun.
 "The old missus says you are to come over at once, both you ladies p she cried, standing before Mrs. Rashleigh, and re- beating her lesson like parrot 'sThere's something of importance, and you're need ed at wOnst"
 "Get your bonnet, Cornelia," said. her mother. "In just put on this sun-hat What is it, Sally; dp you know?' 1 ''I know its something dreadful. Missus is almost wild, and there's lots of folks there. Something about MT. Spear l The two ladies said no more They hur- red away together, and, entering grand mas parlor, they found there assembled more of the members of the Spear family, l lad friend or two besides. Orville had indeed disappeared. He lad never been home since his visit to l oO4ACAAN, 61hO AOW tuO dlttIu16O Ic1dG1fGS were anxious to get all the information hey could regarding the interview be- 1 ween Orville and Cornelia.
 ''I had reason to be angry, Mrs. Spear, D aid Cornelia, proudly 1; ''good reason, and took off my ring and gave it back and vent out of the room. That is all know. don't know when he went or where. T.
 thought he wouldn't mind so much. I believed he had stopped caring about me.
 "He ought to know at all events, said
 grandma.
 "My boy is dead, I'm sure I shall
 lave the pond dragged r said Mrs. Spear, midst her tears 'He left all his money tt home. He wouldn't have gone travel l ing without change of clothes. Oh, you wicked girl P
 .I hope" cried tho eldest Miss Spear, 'sthat he'll haunt you r
 l 'I could kill you, you hateful thing P cried the youngest Miss Spear. Cornelia had kept up bravely until now
 ,ut when her two friends turned upon ner thus, she gave little scream, and fell over on the sofa. She was in dead swoon, d the water they sprinkled in her face did not bring her to.
 Grandma grew frightened. CT hono if isn't an attaclx of hnart dia