The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1890-04-19
DIDN'T | TELL YOU S0g
How a Young Girl Was Repaid
by Being Faithful to Her
Love.

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OF all lonely places the Trott farm
house was the loi1eliest. Not a house in
sight-not so much a a barn, a toll gate
or grist mill; nothing but bleak hillsides,
~scantily clothed with scrubby pines;
grim, black boughed evergreen woods
and pasture lands, where the cattle hud-
died in the corners of the fences to es-
cape the knife like point Of the keen west
wind!
And, Of o gray sunny afternoon like
this, with the sullen rush of the river
booming in the valley below, and a knot
of crows cawing mournfully in the tree
tops above the farmhouse roof, it was
lonelier still.
Mr.. Trott was In the kitchen, with .
solder kettle bubbling over the fire; he
was mending a huge kettle wherewith
he proposed to rifle the sweetness Of a
neighboring grove of maple trees in the
coming month of March. Mrs. Trott was
studying out the complicated pattern of
a new device in patchwork, lent her by
a friend, with half a dozen blocks of Tur-
key red, four Of white and two Of corn
colored calico; and Deborah, the only
daughter, was trimming over her Sunday
hat with newly ironed pink ribbons and
a cluster of artificial rosebuds which she
had bought cheap at the clearing off sale
Of the Stockbridge milliner--and all
three We're silent.
Suddenly the clock struck, with q
whirring sound, like an asthmatic To-
custi
SIS that 4 o'clock" said Mrs. Trott,
still puzzling over the blocks of Turkey
red.
That's O'Clock, said Mr.. Trott, look
ing into the boiling silvery mass over
the stove.
1--WE shall have to light acandle soon,'
said Mrs. Trott. For she had never seen
that modern abomination, a gaslight,
and made it her boast that no drop of
kerosene had ever crossed her threshold.
She burned symmetrical white candles
of her own running, in old fashioned
brass candlesticks with shutters and ex-
tinguishers to match. 81 wonder where
Isaiah isa We need new logs for the sit
ting 0 fire tonight. Squire Diapers
son told me he should drop in, in a
friendly way"
Pretty Deborah frownedo over the bunch
Of ~rosebuds; she was a dimpled, blue eyed
girl, quite unaccustomed to the business
Of frowning, so that it was rather an
effort for her to contract her bronze
brown brows.
''Isaiah," slowly repeated Mr.. Trott,
still intent on the kettle. sWhy, I've
sent Isaiah oyer to Marshall Hills with
that fifty dollar bill.'
Mrs. Trott dropped her spectacles.
'Thomas Trott! You haint, never!"
cried she.
"Yes, I have" said Thomas Trott.
"Why shouldn't I? Whitefoot is lame,
and I've no notion of walking over to
Hills with my rheumaticky old bones.
And the interest on my note is due to-
day, SO / just gave it to Isaiah, and told
him to step lively and get back before
dusk
Mrs. Trott drew an ostentatiously long
sigh.
Then you may be very sure of one
thing, Trott,v said she. you'll never see
neither Isaiah nor that fifty dollar bill
again"
why not?' said her spouse, staring.
Because Isaiah belongs to a gypsy
race, and because all DUR neighbors adj
vised us not to take him in when we didt'
'.IFe's worked jast as well as if there
wasn't gypsy blood in him, hasn't hep
demanded the farmer, sternly.
II don't say but what he has adj
mitted Mrs. Trott. II only know that
what's bred in the bone won't scrub out
of the flesh, and it III be just like Gypsy
Isaiah to cut and run with that fifty dol
lar bill. And you're a bigger fool than l
that with solid money"
But here pretty Deborah rose, flushed
and painting, from her chair.
Mother she cried, her blue eyes all
aflame, ssyou shall not talk sol Isaiah is
as true and good and noble asst the blood
of kings ran in his veins"
sHoity-toityr' cried Mrs. Trott in
amazement. "And what is Isaiah Black
burn to your
'.Just this" said Deborah; that I'm
engaged to him."
Engaged to-marry him?'
"Yes-to marry him."
"Debby, said Mrs. Trott. "are you
crazy?'
Il love him, mother Debby simply
made response. s.And he loves me-and
we are to be married al soon as he has
laid up a little money to rent g farm of
his own"
''Indeeds. said Mrs. Trott, frowning
darkly. "And your parents consent, |
suppose, is a matter of no consequence
whatever
"We thought, mother" said Debby,
with downcast eyes, shat you would
offer no objection to what would make
me so very, very happy"
Perhaps" rigidly added Mrs. Trott,
ssyou don't know hat Orlando Draper is
coming tonight with the especial inten-
ton Of making an offer Of marriage to
you-Squire Diapers son, with a red
brick house and a bank account at Stock
bridge!:D
Then he may SO away again" said
Dchby, resolutely. For I never, never
viii marry anyons but Isaiah Black
burnt
"a stray gypsy lad, brought up in the
woods, with nobody knows who for his