The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1889-08-15
Bile. and. I will add. utterly impossib,e,

BILE, and, will add, utterly impossible;
for am engaged to a gentleman in New
York and am to be married early in the
fall. have enjoyed your company very
much indeed. You have helped to re-
lieve the tedium Of this beautiful though
monotonous place, and for that / ans
truly thankful; but such a thing az be-
coming your wife has never once entered
my head. You must learn to forget me.
leave for Boston tomorrow morning
and you, doubtless will exemplify the
truth of the old adage: 'Out Of sight,
out of mind And now let me give you
o little good advice. l have heard some
thing of little black-eyed girl to whom
you were engaged and with whom you
quarreled, presumably over poor me.
Return to your allegiance. Marry her;
she will make you good wife, and you
will both live to laugh over your silly
Misunderstanding, and at me-"
With these words Miss Burton arose,
and swiftly and silently glided from the
grove, leaving James Monroe dumb
founded and crestfallen, and yet with
secret feeling in his heart that he had
been rightly served.
After the first rankings OF his
wounded self-love had died out, he be-
thought him of Miss Burton's advice and
called at the Murdock Homestead. He
was ushered into the familiar parlor
where had passed so many pleasant happy
hours, by one Of Mary's younger sisters,
and, in a short time Mary made her ap-
pearance. She was as bright and CHEEKY
as ever and apparently harbored no ill
feeling because Of his past conduct, but
when hc drew forth the engagement ring
she had so long worn, and attempted to
place it upon her finger and again
gain her consent to be his wife, she
drew back with quick, proud move
ment and said:
"No, James, shall always be friend
to you, but never your wife. You have
shown plainly that you did not love me
rs you ought, and feel ii is best we
should hcnceforth meet merely as friends
and neighbors. | will own that have
felt very badly over the way-the way
You have used me. But time heals all
wounds"
ayes, time and John Graves" said
James angrily, as he seized his hat. IL
have heard of his coming here, and If you
care more for that lout than Tor me ell l
have to say is: Marry him."
Thus speaking, he flounced out of the
room, not forgetting to slam the door be.
hind him. Alary's black eyes fairly
snapped with just anger and indignation.
But the storm in her bosom subsidized AS
rapidly rs it had arisen, and in low,
heartfelt voice, she said: "Thank God
for my narrow escape"
John Graves, whom James Monroe had
denominated "a lout," was young far
mer living about three miles from Mr..
Murdock's. He was steady, upright
young man, not given to quitting on
airs, " but honest and true to his f1ends
as the needle to the pole. He had u
large farm bequeathed him by his father,
which he cultivated to the very best ad-
vantage. In fact, he was considered the
best farmer near GAINESVILLE. His mother
and a maiden sister attended TO the house
hold duties, while he and two 'hired
men" were constantly employed in bring
ing his broad acres into the highest state
of productiveness. Him the following
autumn, Mary Murdock married. And
at about the same time Imogene Burton
was lead to the akar by "a gentleman of
New York. - Yankee Blade.