Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1889-09-14

.pectacies IN their tin case, which she closed
with decided snap 'Such little speck Of
newr Is only aggravatin'; that's what tia"
''6mall favors thankfully received, old
lady, - the Advertisements sometimes say.
Oh, there was one thing more Sol aid; twas
that be reckoned Phil was dead gone on that
Tramlay gal"
Mira Hayn received this information In
silence; her husband began to throw his open
knife at leaf on one Of the veranda steps.
81 don't see how Sol Mantring was to know
anything like that" said Mira Hayn, after .
short silence "Ho isn't the kind that our
Phil would 60 an unbosom to, IL he had any
such thing to tell, which II amt certain no
had"
"Young men don't always have 70 tell such
things, to make 'em known" suggested tho
farmer. "Pooty much everybody knowed
when was fust gone on you, though didn't
say nothin' to nobody, not even to the gal
herself"
"If it's So" said Mra Hayn, after another
short pause, "nebbe it explains why he hain't
writ He'd want to tell us fore anybody
else, an he feels kind O. bashful like"
"You've got a good mem'ry, Lou Ann"
said the old farmer, rising, and pinching his
wife's ear.
what do you mean, Reubenr'
"Oh, nothin', 'xcept that you haint forgot
the symptoms, that's all"
"Shol' exclaimed the old lady, giving her
husband . push though not SO far but that
she was leaning Oh his shoulder moment
later. "'Twould be kind o. funny IL that
thing was to work. though. wouldn't itY' she
continued; "that is. If Soils right"
"Well," replied her husband, with sud-
den accession Of earnestness In his voice, ''if
Soils right, 'twont be a bit funny II it don't
work hope the blessed boys got as much
good stuff in him as I've always counted on.
The bigger the heart, the wuss 1t hurts when
1t gets hit; an there's a mighty big heart in
any child Of you an me, though ! say it as
mebbe | shouldn't"
THAT boy amt never goin' to have no
heartaches, not on account o. gals !" said the
mother, whose voice also showed a sudden in
crease Of earnestness. II don't b'lieve the
gal was ever made that could say no to a
splendid young feller like that--a young fel-
Ter that's handsome an good an bright an
full o. fun, an that can tell moro with his
eyes In q minute than hull sittin' room full
of ordinary young men can say with their
tongues in n week"
"No," said the old man, soberly, mot IL
the gal stayed true to the pattern she was
made on--like you did, for instance. But
gals Is only human-ther' wouldn't be no
way Of keepin' 'em on earth IL they wasn't.
you know-an' sometimes they don't do
'xactly what might be expected Of em."
THAT Tramlay gal won't give him the
mitten, anyhow" persisted Mrs. Hayn
"Mebbe she amt as smart as some but that
family, through an through, has got sense
enough to know what's worth havin' when
they see it. She needn't ever expect to come
back here to board for tho summer, If she
cuts up any such foolish dido as that"
Lou Ann" said the farmer, soemnly, ''do
you RELY think it over an above likely that
she'd want to come back, In such case made
an pervidedf'
Then both old people laughed, and went into
tho house, and talked of all sorts Of things
that bore no relation whatever to youth or
love or New York. They retired early, after
the manner of farm people in general, after
prayer containing formal and somewhat
indetAlite petition for the absent one. The
old lady lay awake for hours, it seemed to
her, her head as full of rosy dreams as il it
were not covered with snow; yet when at
last she was dropping asleep she was startled
by hearing her husband whisper:
Father in heaven, have pity on my poor
boy"