The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1885-02-25
"There he comes now ~ she murmursd.

There comes George !"
To her surprise and dismay. however,
the cavalier did not come up the hill, but
stayed his steps beside the other woman be.
low
He is throwing his arms around her
neck !" thought indignant Seraphina. &C He
is--yes, he is actually kissing her! Are
men absolutely without truth and faithful
aess in this age of the world? But don't
care Why should I care? I'm sure it
Cont matter to me-"
No more meditation, pausing for the COWS.
Seraphins hurried them home, and finished
the milking in less time than it had ever
taken her before.
She was just carrying in the foaming pail,
when tall figure approached.
"Seraphina -
Pray don't trouble yourself to speak to
me, sir" said Seraphina, with toss of the
head. "or if you do, please call me Miss
Foxgloven"
And Seraphina vanished in the kitchen
door.
What's the matter, Phiny ?" said her
mother, noticing the girls quick move.
ments and heightened color.
Nothing, ma !" said Seraphina.
1t was getting toward nine o'clock, and
Mr.. Foxglove had already INDUCED in one
Or two surreptitious maps, as his wife read
the newspaper aloud in monotonous accents,
and Seraphina darned stockings, when
there came knock at the door.
Mrs. Foxgloye opened it. There stood
the Widow Waterman, with her limp bon
net and inevitable sniff.
81 hope l amt intrudin'" said Mrs
Waterman, "but here's the brown bonn
bazine cloak, Mr.. Foxglove, and, humbly
thankful ye all the same, I'd ruther NOT
wear it." &2
"Eh ?" said Mr.. Foxglove. in amaze
ment.
/" 1t was very kind Of you to give II to
me-" went ON Mrs. Waterman, to the utter
and total discontinue of the poor farmer.
But there's some things as human flesh
and blood can't a-bear, and to have Deacon
Pullaby's son AKIN if he couldn't see ms
home when came outen the store with o
cents worth of snuff, and Mr.. Ferdinand
Plutf sayin' was to be at the dance at Me.
Indy Ed'ardses, Tuesday night, and might
he call for me at eight o'clock Well, it's
kind of upsettin' But the worst of it all
was when went to get a little water at the
brook-for my hogshead dropped all TIC
pieces that last hot weather we had in Sep
tember-and MS true as you live, q young
fellow seized holt o. me and was goin' to
kiss Inc, If hadn't up and give him a box
on the ear And believe it's the brown
clonk as done it oil, /" with meaning glance
at Seraphina Foxglove. SO If you'd
please to take it back, FL try and get along
with my old shawl spell longer. And
the roast chicken was proper good, sir"
with courtesy in the direction of the luck
less farmer, al and that there apple-pie
couldn't be beat ~
There was q moments direful silence,
and then Mrs Waterman, seeing no prob.
ability of being invited TO sit down, sidled
out of the room and betook herself once
more to the mysterious silence of the night
- Well, declare ~ said Mr.. Foxglove.
Ma, don't scold pa !" said Seraphina
halfway between the laughing and crying
The farmer feebly rubbed his hands.
q guess I'll go to bed" said he.
And he went While Seraphina, running
ont to the we'll for pitcher of water, the
last thing before shutting up the house for
night, had nearly stumbled against poor
George Peterson.
Goodness me what are you doing
here?" said Seraphina.
q can't go home and sleep, Seraphina
while you are angry with me-" said the
poor young fellow, who was very desperate
ly in love. What have l done to deserve
your GOODNESS ~
Even in the starlight he could see SeIa-
phina's eyes sparkle.
Nothing" she answered Except
except that you can't blame me for beine
jealous when see you hugging and kissing
the Widow Waterman !"
1T was the cloak, Sersphina--the BROW
cloak-that misled me-" pleaded George
II thought of course that it was YOU"
"0h, it's all very well to talk /" ss'd
Seraphina.
And she began winding up the well-chsin
with great energy. 5 Ia E......-
And Mrs. Foxglove thought that Sera-
pima had never before been so long In bring
ing pitcher of water. -....-., ..-..5
To George Peterson, however, the mo.
ments seemed winged, but nevertheless II
went home rejoicing. 10,
Seraphina had forgiven him. Helen For
rest Cruces. m