The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1891-03-11

seated me.
Agatha, my love, l hope no mis-
chance brings you here"
But I stopped him.
"Not your love, Squire Turner"
said. 81 thank you for thinking so well
Of me, but after all that has passed
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/ could say no more. He took my
hand.
"Have I offended you. AgathaT' he
said.
mot you. The ofense-the guilt
oh, 1haye been sorely cheatedp And al
! could do was to sob.
At last strength came to me. l wen
back to the first and told him all--hov
we had been plighted to each other, wait
ing only for better prospects to be wed
and how, when he honored me by al
offer of his hand, / angered my grand
mother by owning TO the truth, and Of
the ring grannie had stolen from my
breast and the false message that had
been sent my promised husband from
me.
"And though l never see Evan Locke
again" said 1, ''still can never be an
other mans true love. for am his until
! die
Then as looked all the rich color
faded ont of the squire's face, and saw
the sight we seldom see more than once
in lifetime-a strong young man in
tears.
At last he arose and came to me.
my little Agatha never loved me-"
he said. "Ah, mel the news is bad
thought she did. This comes of vanity"
MANY higher and fairer have hearts
to give" said. "Mine was gone ere
you saw me-"
And then, kind and gentle, as though
l had not grieved him, he gave me his
arm and saw me across the moor, and at
the gate paused and whispered;
"Be at rest, Agatha. The Golden
George has not sailed yet"
/ liked him better than had ever done
before that night when l told grannie
that would never wed him.
Ehl but he was fit to be king-the
grandest, kindest, best of living men,
who rode away with the break of the
morrow and never stopped till he reached
Liverpool and found Evan Locke just
ready to set foot upon the Golden George,
and told him tale that made his heart
light and sent him back to me. Heaven
bless himl
And who was it that sent old grand
father the deed Of gift that made the
cottage his own, and who spoke kind
word to the gentry for young DR.. Locke
that helped him into practice? Still no
one but Squire Turner, whom we taught
our children to pray for every night.
For we were married, and in few years
had boys and girls at our knees; and
when the eldest was nigh two, the thing
l needed to make me quite happy hap
pened--and from far over the sea, where
he had been three twelvemonths, came
ever blushed beside him, and the hall
had mistress at last--a mistress who
loved the squire as l loved Evan.
Eth! but it's an old story. She that !
remembered girl saw in her coffin,
withered and old. And then they opened
the vault where the squire had slept ten
years to put her beside him; and I've
nothing left of Evan, my life and my
love, but his memory, and it seems as if
every hope and dream of joy ever had
was put away under tombstones. And
even the Golden George, the great strong
ship that would have borne my dear
from me, has moldered away at the bot
tom of the sea. And think my we'd
ding ring is like to outlast Us all. for /
have it yet, and shall be 90 tomorrow
Ninetyl It's good old age, and it
can't be long now before 1 meet Evan
and the rest in Observation-Disclosures ans
Magazine.