The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1889-04-13

horses; she went right on with en-
phasis and dispatch:
'Of all the everlastin' fools I ever
did see you do beat all Here's every
other gal in Coventry a runnin' after
him because he has got money, and
you're runnin' away for no better
reason. Tiny Kent, look at me
square in the face. Don't you like
Ned Wylde?"
Tina struggled in vain in the arms
of this incarnate destiny; the quick
blood crimsoned all her fair face be-
fore she could bury it in the pillow.
No further answer was needful.
"O-hl you like him, and he likes
you and wants to marry you and
there's nothin' to hinder; but you
can't have him because he's rish.
Well, do say, fools amt all dead
yet. Nowset right up in the bed and
bark to me. You pretend to despise
money, an you let it come betwixt
you and the Teller you like,
just as if it was the Lord
above. I call that thinkin' q
sight more of money than most
folks do. I don't hold to marryin-
anybody unless you like'em amaz'
in'ly-love'em. I suppose you'd call
it; and ! think a girl who marries q
man for money, when she don't love
him, had better be tied mp in a halter
and hanged to begin with; she amt
worth rasin' any other way. But
why in the created universe if you do
like man enough to marry him
any way, you should sond him off be-
cause he's got one leg, or red hair,
or bank stock, or q crooked nose,
beats me-"
Tina had to laugh, which was one
point gained, but Aunt Nabby hadn't
done yet.
Moreover and mostover, you'd
oughter thank the Lord that he has
got money if you're going to marry
him; for though you're real pretty
lookin, and good-natured enough
for week days, and some smart about
book learning, you amt no more fit
to be poor mans wife than you be
to fly. Did you ever mend your
stockings, or make your clothes, or
knead up a batch of bread, or do
anything under the light ofthe moon
to help get your own Twin? No
more'n q posey in the garden. And
[ tell you, Tina Kent, poor men can't
have posies to live on; it takes grit
to be poor mans wife, and you
haven't got enough toputin the core
Of a winter pear"
T-I-perhaps could learn, sobbed
poor Tina.
"No, you couldn't; faint in ye.
What amt in a man never'n come
out chin. Well, won't poster you
40 more to-day; get up and come
jown to your breakfast; there's fresh
peaches and cream, and puff-cakes
and Drilled chicken. Poor folks don't
get them for breakfast. I'd like to
zee you eatin' pork and cabbagel'
Clementine shuddered.
"Now get up, child; and the next
time Ned Wylde asks you to have him
remember your old aunty's preach
nent, and don't be twice afool."
"Oh, Aunty, he never, never will"
And here another food of tears
drowned the dawning roses on Tiny's
,ountenance.
"Well if you're cryin' for that
It's a hopeful sign, that's certain.
Mebbe he will and mebbe he won't;
but that amt to-day's business; the
present distress is to have you eat
your breakfast like a irrational human
bein', and the chickens gettin' cold"
Clementine obeyed like some child
len child, and, though rather pale
sr and more languid than ever, did
full Justice to her breakfast; another
hopeful sign Aunt Nabby thought.
Ned Wylde did not return, however,
that day, nor many days thereafter,
though he did not leave Coventry;
and Tina had time enough to find
out how dreary her life would be with
out him, and to indorse fully Aunt
Nabby's estimate of her character
and conduct.
And Mr.. Wylde found out too that
it was not easy to take mo" for an
answer, even when that no was as
decided as Tina's; but a certain
amount of self-respect forbade him
to appear intrusive or importunate,
and at last it occurred to him to take
counsel with Aunt Nabby whom he
aad known as long as his mother,
and who would be better able to ex-
plain the cause of Tina's behavior
than any one else; for, after all, man.
ashton, he cherished a secret faith
that the girl was not quite indiffer-
.nt to him. am sorry to say that
Aunt Nabby not only chuckled her.
self, but really evoked smile on the
gentleman's rueful countenance dur
ing that private interview; but, being
q lover, he probably viewed Clemen-
lines motives in little different
light from that of Aunt Nabby's
frosty common sense. Yet he left
that energetic old lady with q great
amount ofgrateful Acknowledgements,
and finding Tina alone in the sum-
mer parlor, put his fate to the touch
again, and was not rejected at least,
though there was very little positive
acceptance in what she made audible
to the ear. But a look, q blush, q
smile, two dropping tears!-what
will you have? Because we are old,
shall there be no more lovers and
kisses? Cupid forbid!
The sacred rage of all and sundry
young females in Coventry when they
found that Edward Wylde had real
ly gone to Canterbury, dragged, SO
to speak, at Miss Kent's chariot
wheels, shall not be described here.
Tina was in due time
"Wooed an married an az"
and when sentiment had had it's
aowery day, when Ned Wylde was
portly man of business, and Tina
delicate ailing mother with fair, slight
children, needing plenty of servants,
luxuries of food and clothing, winters
in Florida and Summers in the mount
aims, she thought many time of old
Aunt Nabby, now at rest from her
labors under the lupines and sand
violets in the sunny Coventry church
yard, and owned to herself, with