The San Saba news. [volume] (San Saba, Tex.) 1873-1966, 1889-05-03

girl right straight alongf SupprisiJ
how folk will talk. And how's Martin 2
Martin is very WE'LL" said a Cheerful
voice, as Mrs. Mavericks eldest so
came in, at the sound of his own name
Show do you do, Aunt Maria"
"Aiiddlin'-pretty middlin'," salt
Aunt Maria, elevating morsel of broilet
chicken on the end of her fork and view
ing 1t first on tn de and then on that
'1'm afeard, Eliza, you'll have to Civ
this ere another touch o. the girdiron
It's little rare, and | like things wei
done. Well, Martin, =" as the discouraged
hOusekeeper retired to give herself
second toasting before the fire, ''yoI
don't seem to take it much to heart"
Take what to heart, Aunt Mariar'
''Lucy Weeds new beau.
Martin Maverick colored even beneath
the thick coat of sunburn that had
Drowned his handsome face. He bit his
lip.
81 don't think l understand you,
Aunt Maria, said he
''Didn't you know It'll Lawl 1 stayed
a week to Weeds, afore I come over to
Orlando Jenkses. Eucy's grown awful
handsome, and she's got a notion of
dressin' so as to bring out her eyes and
her complexion frst-rate. 1 amt par
tial to them big, sleepy lookin' blondes
myself. l always preferred snappin'
black eyes, and hair like a coal. But I
don't deny that Lucy's an up-and- down
beauty. She'll fade as she grows older
them yellow haired women always do
but reckon she's bound to make a
good match. Her folks is dreadful
pleased about it, and of course it's her
duty to make the best market she.c can.
She'sasgotsiu' ready for him to come md
visit her. They've bought new store
carpet, with little red jiggers on black
ground, and they've new papered the
parlor an tackled muslin cuttings to all
the winders. Weeds folks is awful tasty.
Yes, Eliza, this is cooked to a Tnow.
Hain't got such thingas a pickle, have
yel or drop of Woostershire sass7 I'm
partial to reishes with my victuals. It's
good for dyspepsy."
81 hope she will do well, - said Mar
tin, with strangely set face. "But I
think she might have let so old friend
as my sister Ellen know of this sudden
change of mind.'
Aunt Maria shook her head.
''Blue- eyed gals is inclined to be
treacherous," said she. ''Its their ma
tur. l dunno's they can help it,"
'You-you did not tell me his name"
hazarded Martin, with vain attempt at
nonchalance.
"She wouldn't tell me-" said Aunt
Maria, Though I asked her up and
doup Plo,5ar ;s Jroo5f,1
Guess you didn't have good luck with
your pickles this year, Eliza. This ere
cowcumber amt overly sour. But l says
TO her, Lucy, says ], it's allavs best to be
off with the old love, afore you're on
with the new"
HAnd what did she say to thatl"
mot a word Jest laughed in my
face. Lucy's dreadful fippaut. Blue
eyed females, they
But before Aunt Maria could finish her
sentence, Martin Maverick had left the
room.
"a new loverl Lucy Weed" echoed
Ellen. ''Oh, Martin, don't believe it''
AUNT Maria Prendergast knows it
for factl" said Martin, gloomily.
aunt Maria is an old gossip. Go to
Lucy, Martin. Take your fate from her
lips, and hers only, " said spirited Ellen.
Il can't do that. Ellen. No man with
natural pride could court refusal"
Lucy is as true as steel.
lucy is only woman Women are
creatures, said Martin.
rying TO smile.
Tears came into Ellen's eTes.--55l
"0h, Martin p she-cried, tenderly ca
essing hing. on cannot deceive me!
our 1seft is breaking, even though you
rake light Of it. Oh, l shall never
peak to Lucy Weed again if she has :
reated you like thisl But You'll go
here; you viii never judge aud con- ,
Tenn her unheardw
81 viii have nothing more to do with :
Ter, Elem" =;
And even the sister who was nearest c
o his heart dared plead no more, when t
he saw the gathering sternness on Mar a
in Mavericks brow. =
The DAYS went by, and the weeks, and i
Iunt Maria Prendergast still brooded, !
Ike a pestilence, over the Maverick q
earthstone. h
aud one beautiful day in November !
he door opened and Lucy Weed came G
D, fair and stately as tall white lily. o
Ellen sprang up from her work. o
.'Dh, Lucy" she cried-''oh, my dar- 4
ng" a
''where is hel" said Lucy. "Why S,
oes ne not write to mel What has s
I
Can you ask, LucyF" faltered Ellen. n
81 can ask, said Lucy, ''and l dol 1
Iaven't right2 l am as true to him b
J ever was. have done nothing to II
,rfeit his good opinion"
At the sound of her words, Martin d
.me out from the ad dining room.
Lucy. said he, stern and grave as an
7enging angel, you might have spared
e this. Is there any necessity for tor
ring me furtherl Go back to your new d
geetheart Be satisfied with his al
glance n
u have never had any sweetheart but "
,u, Martini" bravely spoke the girl.
'iNol" bitterly. Then for whose II
sit where you preparing SO briefawhile
,o7" IL
''You know you was, Lucy Weed" W
irilly uttered Aunt Maria Prendergast,
no had hurried into the room, and now o.
God peering under Martin Mavericks &C
m - seen it with my own eyes and
lard it with my own ears. A new h,
ore carpet, and wallpaper at thirty lie
nts roll, and"
Eyes" said Lucy Weed, her velvet ~
ne eyes sparkling; ''for my lovee- my %
ARTS kingl l wanted to receive him ~
it'll the best had 1t was you, Mar
n Ellen had written to me that you M
ere coming to see me when the leaves al
rned red-that you would surprise me. ="
nd oh, I was so happy in the anticipa-
IN of you comingl' Ell
Martin turned to his sister. W
sEllen," said he, ''did you betray my fc
cretP'
Ellen eOlOred to the very roofs of her til
.ir. W
"oh, Martin" said she, 81 had for m
,tten it, Yes, l did; l wanted Lucy
know you were coming-to think of nc
beforehand Was 1t wrong2 l never so
ought-indeed, I did not-that this bi
ight have afforded q clue to Aunt
aria Prendergast's story" nj
She burst into tears. "a
Dear Maj tin" she sobbed, evil you no