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

l sat spinning at my little wheel il
the sun, for the autumn day was cold
when heard some one whistling. and
looking up, there was young Squire
Turner, with his arms folded on the
gate, looking over. When he caught
my eye he laughed, blushed, and ]
arose and made him courtesy.
He was handsome gentleman, the
squire, and the hand from which he
pulled the glove shimmered in the sun
with pearls and diamonds, and he was
bonny to loook at with his hair like spun
gold in the October sunlight.
When courtesied he bowed, making
his curls dance over his shoulders, and
said he: 1--WE spoiled one pretty picture
that could have looked at all day, but
I've made another as pretty. SO I'll not
grieve. May come ing'
tAnd welcome, sir" said l, and l set
a chair, for he was grandfather's land
lord; but for all that ] felt uncomfort-
able, for was not used to fine company.
He talked away, paying me more COM
pliments than was used to, for grand
mother, who brought me up, said,
Handsome is as handsome Does" and
Beauty is but skin deep"
Since I'm telling the story Iii tell the
truth. l had done wrong about one
thing. Neither of the old folks knew
that wore Evan Locke's ring in my
bosom, or that we'd taken a VOW to each
other beside the hawthorn that grew in
the church lane. never meant to de-
ceive, but grannie was old and little
hard, and that love Of mine was such 8
sweet secret. Besides, money seems tc
outweigh all else when people have
struggled all their lives through to turn
penny and they knew Evan was
poor, struggling young surgeon.
thought I'd wait while until 1 coult
sweeten the news with the fact that he,
begun to make his fortune.
Grannie came in from the dairy fiv
minutes after the squire was gone an
heard he had been there. didn't tel
her of his fine speeches, but there was
keyhole to the door she came throug
and have a guess she heard them.
That night we had something else {
think of. Misfortunes had come upo
grandfather; but l didn't foresee tha
when the BALI years rent should com
due not penny to pay it with would b
found
All this time Evan Locke and ha
been as fond as ever of each other, an
he came as often as before to talk wit
grandpa on the winter nights; and sti
every little while our young landlord
Squire Turner, would drop in and sit i
his lazy way and watch mo knit or spir
Once or twice he was flushed with win
and over bold, for he tried to kiss me
But squire or no, boxed his ears for hi
pains, and no softer than l could he'll
either.
could not help his coming, nor he'll
seeing him when he came, and did nc
deserve that Evan should be angry wit
me. But he was. Eth, SO high an
mighty, and spoke as though one lik
the squire could mean no good by con
ing to so poor place as the schoolma.
ter's.
He made me angry and spoke up.
For that matter, the squire would /
glad to have me promise to marry him
said l. "He thinks more of me than
MAY be you like him betterl" sal
Evan.
II don't say that" replied l. "Br
bad temper and jealousy scarce eve
make me over fond Of another. pra
may never have husband who wi
scold me-"
For he had been scolding me- N
other name for it.
Well, Evan was wroth with me aud
with him-not heart deep, though,
thought-and did not see him for MOI
than n week. / was troubled much
though. knew he would come roun
again, and mayhap ask my pardon. Fo
before you are wed you can bring you
lover to his senses.
So l did not fret after Evans absence
nor quite snub Squire Turner, who like
me more than ever. But one nigh
grandfather came in, and shutting tn
door, stood between grandmamma an
me, looking at me, and SO strangely tina
we both grew frightened. At last /
spoke:
"rve been to the squire's," said h
"For the first time had to tell him tn;
could not pay the rent when due"
opened my lips. Grandmamma
hand covered them. Grandpa drew n
to him.
"Thou'rt young, lass" said he, ian
they are right who call thee prett,
Child-couldst like the squire we
enough to wed himT
"Ehr cried grandma "Sure, your
not wandering?"
Squire Turner asked me for this la
of ours tonight. OF all women in IL
world there is but one he loves as /
should his wife, and that is our Agatha
81 dreamt of golden rings and whit
roses ON Christmas eye," cried granni,
az knew thelass would be lucky"
But ! put my head on grandfather
shoulder and hid my face. The trut
mustout, knew.
"Wilt have him and be rich lady?
said grandpa.
And when he had waited for an ar
swer ! burst ont with mo" and so
together.
"She's frightened" said grandmamm,
"Nay, we must all wed once in our Hive
my child"
Then grandpa talked to me. He toll
me how poor they had grown, and no.
kind the squire was, and had but
marry him to make my grandparen
free from debt and poverty their iv,
through. II refused and vexed ii
squire heaven only knew what migt
happen.
''She1l meyer ruin u.s." sobbed CRANE
mamma
All! it was heard to bear--bittsr han