The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1890-07-16

''for my heart Is in the grave with Jock
and I'll never marry any man, bu
wait until meet him in heaven"
1.-THE Bible tells you there is no mar
rying there" said Aleck.
SAY, but there is meeting" Mamie
answered.
There was no need of telling him that
If she had never cared for any one else
she would not have liked him, or his
way of drinking too much whisky, and
coming red faced and hot breathed to
his wooing.
He came thus ON one Sabbath after.
noon, when Mamie, after fashion she
had, had twisted all her braids about the
comb Jock had carved for her.
THAT is pretty comb you wear,
said he-it was only an excuse to put
out his hand and touch her lovely hair.
"a fine comb" said he. LET me look
at it"
He was lingering it as it set among
her braids, and to be rid Of him she took
it out.
ut is the last gift my poor Jock gave
me, Aleck," she said. "He carved it.
See the fine work upon it. He was cum
ming at his trade"
Aleck held the comb in his hand as she
spoke, and in his intoxicated condition
Jocks name enraged him.
ITO the deuce with Jock and his cary.
ingl" said he, and tossed the comb upon
the table violently.
Mamie uttered cry. He had broken
it in halves.
Aleck was not sober enough to care fol
the mischief he had done; but Mamie
cried over it all night, and to every one
who came her sister told the story OF
how Aleck, in his tipsy jealousy, had
broken "Nannie's Draw comb, and it a
token Of her sweetheart
At last one said to her:
"She can get it mended There's a
man know OLA cripple-that does such
work, and he mends anything made of
shell or ivory, and he does it WE'LL"
And then Mamie, with little hope in
her heart, took her poor comb and sought
out the shop.
1t was toward sunset when she reached
it, and entered tiny corner shop cut
from larger one by thrifty shoe
maker, that he might profit by leasing
it, and behind the counter sat man at
work, with pair Of crutches leaning
against his chair.
Mamie stood and watched his delicate
manipulation of broken fan for some
time before she spoke. It reminded her
Of Jocks way of handling things. Al
last she uttered soft eff you please,
and he turned. He looked at her, she al
him.
.'God be good to usr' she gasped. III
is Jocks wrath, or I'm beside myself"
Then he arose.
ma, Mamie, not my wrath, but JUS
all there is left of me, my lass" he said
"You were living then and cared n,
more for me, she cried. "the while
mourned you"
81 could not come back and hold yol
to your promise to strong man." h
said. when the accident happened
that laid me on hospital bed and mad
me rise up cripple / said: 4 will neve
soc her again. / could not give her u
II did, and 1t is my duty to. -2o~So. ]
she thinks me dead she'll mourn me an,
/ ssorget me and nis-s-.-s better man."
You were cruel, said Mamie. "Oh
Jock, what difference could hurt maxi
to the woman that loved you but I,
make her love you betterY'
She held out her hands to him and h,
clasped her in his arms.
And SO when Donald took his wife II
the far western farm Mamie stayed be
hind, for she had married Jock and was
the happiest little wife in all the world
Mary Kyle Dallas in Fireside Compan
ION