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

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deceitful wench, and grandfather locke
as though his heart would break.
Oh, would have done anything 70
them-anything but give up my tru
love.
That night kissed his ring and praye
heaven that he might love me always. L
the morning it was gone, ribbon and all
I from my neck. Hooked for it high an
low, but found no sign of it. And l be
gan to fear the loss of that dear rim
was sign that would never MARI
Evan Locke.
The days passed on. and he never cam
near me.
'Oh, it was cruel in him." thought
ito hold such anger for hasty word h
had provoked, when | spoke it that h,
must know loved him SO.
And grandma would scarcely look al
me q know why now, and grandpa
sighed and moaned and talked of the
work house. And I thought should
die of grief among them.
One day grandma said to me, 1T
seems that your sweetheart is not over
fond of you. nor over anxious to see
you"
"Why mott" said l.
Where has he been this month back?"
asked grandma
BUSY, doubtless" said l, with a
smile, though thought my heart would
burst.
"You're going with him, maybe"
Where's" said !.
She went to the kitchen door and
beckoned in q woman who sat there
Dame Coombs. who had come over with
eggs.
II heard you rightly" she said. you
told me Evan Locke and his mother were
making ready for a voyage"
They're going to Canada. My son, q
carpenter-and good one, though say
it-made the doctor box for his things
The old lady breads the new country,
but she goes for the doctors sake.
There's money to be made there"
81 told you So" said grandmother.
III don't believe it" said l.
They've sold the house and gone to
Liverpool to take ship; and you may
find the truth for yourself, if you choose
to take the trouble" said Dame Coombs.
"I'm no chatterbox. to tell falsehoods
about my neighbors"
And still would not believe it until
had walked across the moor and had
seen the shutters fast closed and the
door barred, and not sign Of life about
the place. Then / gave up hope. /
went home all pale and trembling, and
sat down at grandmamma's knee.
cts true" said /.
"And for the sake Of SO false lad
you'll see your grandfather ruined and
break his heart, and leave me, that have
nursed you from babe, a widow"
looked at her as she sobbed, and !
found strength to say;
"Give me to whom you will then,
since my own love does not want me-"
And then ! crept up stairs and sat
down on my bedside, weak as though
had tainted. would have thanked
heaven for forgetfulness just then, but
it wouldn't come.
The next day Squire Turner was in
the parlor as my accepted lover. How
pleased he was, and how the color came
back into grandfather's old facet And
grannie grew SO proud and kind, and all
the house was aglow, and only sad.
But couldn't forget Eyan-Evan whom
l had loved so-sailing away from me
without word.
l suppose they all saw looked sad.
The squire talked Of my health, and
would make me ride with him over the
moors for strength.
The old folks said nothing. They
knew what allied me: only our LITTLE
Scotch maid seemed to think there wa
aught wrong Once she said to me:
"What ails ye, miss? Your eye is dull
and your cheek is pale, and your Draw
grand lover Gamma make ye smile; ye AR
ma that i'll, either"
mo, / am well enough" said I.
She looked at me wistfully.
"Gin ye'd tell me your all, might tel
ye cure" she said.
But there was no cure for me in thi
world, and couldn't open my heart t.
simple Jennie. SO the days rolled by
and was close ON my marriage eve. an,
grannie and Dorothy Plume were bus,
with my wedding robes. ! wished
were my shroud they were working q
instead.
And one night the pain in my hear
grew too great, and / went out anon,
the purple heather on the moor, an'
there knelt down under the stars ant
prayed to DO taken from the world, "foi
how can live without EvanT said.
spoke the words aloud, and thel
started up in alright, for there at m,
side was an elfsh little figure, and
heard a cry that at first scarce though
earthly. Yet it was but Scotch Jennie
who had followed me.
why do We call for your true Low
now?" she said; ''ye sent him fra ye TO
sake O. the young squire"
"How dare you follow and watcl
me?"
But she caught my sleeve.
"Dinna be vexed," she said. 'Jus
bide a wee, and answer what speer
It's for love Of you. for I've seen 20 vast
like the shaw wreath in the sun sin tn,
squire woed ye. Was it your will the lat
that loved the ground We trod on should
have his ring againP"
"What do you mean?" said l.
"I'll speak gin ] lose my place" sale
Jennie. ~ rode with the mistress +,
young DR.. Locke's place past the moor
and there she lighted and gave him |
ring, and what she said know not, bu
it turned him the tint o. death, and sale
he. There's ma drop o true bluid in ,
woman gin she is false And he turnet
to the wall and covered his eyes, an you
grannie rode home. There It's all Ike,
-wull it do?"
"Ay. Jennie" said /, "heaven bles
you'll"
And had wings on my feet coul,
not have come to the cottage door sooner
stood before my grandmother, trem
bling and white, and said: "Oh, don
tell me, grannie, you have cheated m
and robbed me of my true love by lie
Did you steal the troth ring from m.
neck and give it back to Evan, as if from
me? You I've loved and honored nv lif