Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1889-09-20
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A BLIGHTED LIFE.

Dolly was making doug hnuts over the
fire when Aaron Mallctt entered aud be-
gan eating one hungrily.
They're just like those my mother
used t., make he said. by the way
Dolly, are you going to the party with
me tonight p
Il cant she said, II have accepted
an invitation TO go with Hugh liar
land
He stopped in the midst of his MUNICH
ing the cake "You don't mean to say
that you are encouraging his atten-
tons I"
'And why not? with nm angry flush
on her face ''po you offer any objec-
ton, and by what right r
But he's not man to trust" STAN
mercd Aaron, feebly.
"Wheu want your advice | will ask
for it
oven, you shall choos" between Us, "
ho said angrlly
al won't &c dictated 10, sad Dolly,
aud having taken up the last Of her
doughnus she put the kettle of Lard on
the back OF the stove and walked out
of the room with what dignity she could
command
Perhaps she thought that Aaron NAL
lett would follow her around to the
front door step, where tho rcd maple
leaves lay in rustling drifts, and sin
gle blood-rcd princes feather hung its
plumes of smouldering fire against the
pillars of the porch. But he did not,
he only walked away down the road
And one day next week, when she,
wondering why he did not come to see
her, some one incidentally CHANGED to
mcnlion that he had gone to Wisconsin
"Its the way with all our young
men, said her informant. "They're all
a-hankcrin' for the West; and Aaron
Mallett always had deal of ambition"
Ah poor Dolly No one ever knew of
the bitter tears she shed that night, of
the smarting wound down deep in her
heart
"IIc'll write she thought. "TIc'll be
sure to write
But no did not write.
"Well the years passed by. Time
never stands still for any of US, whether
his grim old scythc is wreathed with
roses or rustcd with sharpcst pain.
James Martin died and was buried
and the old farm dwellings were moved
away to mako room for tho rush of an
footed railway, and all things were
changed.
A quarter Of century, at least. must
have elapsed from that sunshiny Octo-
Der day to another equally sunsbiny and
bright, which dawncd over thriving
settoment on the western side Of the
Mississippi river, where great cattle
fair was held on fiat reach of lovely
meadow land, and the littlo hostelry was
all alive with business. Squire Mallett
was there, all the way from Idaho
Squire Malctt, whose cattle had taken
the first premiums. whose good fortune
and success were the envy of all less
fortunate compecrs, the remark Of all
his equals lie had sprung off his horse
and walked in, apparently in haste.
"No." he said, 81 can't stay long
enough to cat a regular dinner. | must
be off almost Immediately. Give nc a
cup of coffee, landlord, and some Of them
nice looking doughnuts. | declare it's
an ago since I've seen doughnut"
In moment his color had changed a
little
Landlord he said, whose your
cook These doughnuts are the old
fashioned olcy-kecks, with raisins in
their heart. have not seen any before
since"
And then he stopped abruptly.
Mine host beamed all with pleasure.
oval, squire" be said, in the indies
cribabc drawl, which cannot be initiated
in printed characters. they be pretty
tol'able good, now, amt they But
haint no cook. My wife she tends to
most o things. But the fried cakes
they was made by a sort o distant rcla-
ton o hern, an eastern woman, and very
nice and quiet, only a little off here
just little. You understand, squire =
Significantly tapping his forehead
Squire Mallet had turned white un-
der The bronze1 glow of his skin.
Can | see her ?" said he.