Smyrna times., 1885-10-28
Whatsoever A Man Soweth.

eyes. Mary, we're most there; to
your home and my home. If we ALWAYS
set as much by each other as we do now.
it'll be the happiest spot in the country. !"
Oh, Tom, it frightens me to think
what we have done What if l am
not as you expected? What il YOU
shouldn't love me after a while ? All
my life before I saw you, got along
with only Uncle Joshua to care for me;
but now know difference. | could NOT
live to go back to the old way Tom,
you never will repent, will you, and
you'll be patient with me if disappoint
you?"
In answer the young farmer drew his
bride of few hours to him.
May God deal with me as 1 do with
you" he responded, the deepest feelings
OF his nature being touched.
All her life, her loving heart had
found none but a grabbed old uncle ON
whom to lavish itself When honest
Tom Gray, manly young farmer from
a nelghbOring town, fell in love with
her sweet face and sweeter disposition.
all her pent-up affection centered around
HIM. There was something pitiable in
the intensity of her regard, for there was
but little hope in this work-a-day world
but its very strength would bring her
pain.
"Cheer up, little woman There.
now, see how Prince speeds along
through these pines he knows what's
waiting for him at the end of the
journey"
They emerged from the woodland
road to an open space, and drew up be-
fore substantial brick house. Shad-
ing 1t were huge naples and two gigan-
tic fir trees. Across the road the LONG.
rambling barns clustered, weather
beaten, unpainted, but their capacious
sides promising to hold good store for
the winter. The level space on which
the buildings were situated terminated |
IN bluff, and below lay the broad
acres OF arabic land. In the distance, a
silver band binding the surrounding
emerald of the meadow, wound a river.
Beyond, the hills shut in the little
valley. Nestled at the foot of one, blue
in the distance, the white houses of a
small village cleaned.
In less time than it mas taken tn
describe this scene, Tom had flung
open the house door and ushered his
wife into large, square-room, whose
deep windows let in floods of sunshine
on the bright carpet and new furniture
the young man had purchased for his
bride.
This Is where father brought mother
thirty years ago; they didn't think
how soon they would go, and who would
be here after them to give the old house
mistress. They were an uncommon
owing pair, though, he said.
"Oh, Tom, l hope may be all to Won
hat your mother was to your father"
'he replied, the bright color flooding
ler cheeks.
Then they wandered over the roomv
Did house, at last pausing III the kitchen.
"Well have our wedding sumner
low," she said, gayly, eff you'll Just
etch the basket from the carriage"
30 he obediently brought it in. then
at down in the old roclling-chair by
he open window, Watching her quick.
left movements as she spread the table /
nth snowy linen cloth-she had
iemmed all sorts Of rosy fancies into il l
then the delicate old china which had {
een his mothers Cold fowl. delicious |
7hite bread, pat of golden butter |
marked with the letter G. pies, cakes. |
IL made their exit from the basket. n
lie knew they had all been prepared by
er careful hands. Then she darted
rom the door and returned with n a
reat bunch of red roses, which her !.
ulck eye had spied, to deck the feqst :
How pretty she locke ], he Thought. in :.
er neatly fitting dress, her dark eyes :.
right with happiness the lovely color = =
oming and going in her cheeks Surely : :
was very much to be envied she was :,
is own always. u
And she thought, "What a good =
lit is life and Lowell There can't be y
le unhappiness in the world people -
e always talking of !"
Then they laughed and chatted, and IN
7 once were perfectly content. 10
10
Five years had slipped by; q little
sriod, yet in it how many have passed sa
that other country, how many II,
unohed on life that may hold so
uch or SO little in store In it our ",
ndest aspirations are realized, or our wi
ierished idols shattered at our feet.
Five years had brought to Marv's =.
me an infrm old uncle of her -
little waif of eight, whose ni'
others dying request to care for her i,
lid Mary could not refuse, and two 60
Dies OF her own, for tho elder was A.,
ne more than baby. Time had not a.,
lched her very lightly there wera W. W.
lines about the mouth, pitiful to ~; -;
. and now and then a sore spirit -. ~
ked from the brown eyes. Evidentlv pu
had not been quite SO fair as Il had y
'miSed on that wedding day half a We
'ade before