The Coconino sun., 1891-05-23

prayed to be taken from the world For how can l live without Evanp" said.
 spoke the words aloud, and then started up in alright, for there at my side was an elfish little figure, and heard cry that at first l scarce thought earthly Yet it was but Scotch Jennie, our little maid, who had fol. lowed me. @
 "Why do ye call for your true love now2" she said; 'ye sent him fra ye foS sake O the young squire"
 ''How dare you follow and watch meP" But she caught my sleeve.
 'rll speak gin l lose my place. ' said Jennie. Il rode with the mistress to young Dr. Locke's place past the mooT and there she lighted and gave him ring, and what she said 1 know not but it turned him the tint O death, and said he, There's na drop O true bluid in woman gin she is false. And he turned to the wall and covered his eyes, an your grannie rode homo. There 'tis all ken--wull it doPn .
 'Ay Jennie" said l, ''heaven bless your' ...,,-
 And had wings on my feet could not have come to the cottage door sooner. --..
 l stood before my grandmother, trembling and white, and said: ''Oh don't tell me, grannie, you have cheat- ed me and robbed me of my true love hy Ia Ili1 ctnol tho fY,Ath mir, rr from my neck and give it back to Ev- an as if from mel You I've loved and honored all my life long"--She turned scarlet.
 True love!" said she, ''you've but one true love now-Squire Turner"
 You have done it!" l cried. Its written on your face" And'she looked down at that and fell to weeping.
 My own true love was breaking his heart" she said. My husband and I had loved for forty years. I did it to save him. Could l let girls fancy, worth nothing stand in my way, and sec him a beggar in his old age? Oh. girl, grill" <. .
 And then fell down at her feet like stone. % knew nothing for an hour or more; but then, when was better, and they left me with Jennie, 1 bade her fetch my hood and cloak and her own and come with me, and away went across the moor in the starlight to where the hall windows were ablazo with light, and asked the housekeeper to let me see the squire.
 So in moment he stood before me in his evening dress, with his cheeks flushed and his eyes bright, and led me into little room and seated. me.
 Agatha, my love, hope no mis- chance brings you .here."
 But l stopped him.
 Not your love, Squire Turner, |" l said. Il thank you for thinking so we'll of me, but after all that has passed l."
 Icould say no more. He took my hand.
 Have I offended you, Agatha?" he said.
 Not you. The offense-the guilt oh, l have been sorely cheated!' And all l could do was to sob. ..
 At last strength came to me. I went back to the first and told him all-how we had been plighted to each other: waiting only for better prospects to be wed, and how, when he honored me by an offer of his hand, l angered my grandmother 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 never see Evan Locke again" said l. ''still can meyer be an- other mans true love, for l am his un- til I die."
 Then as l looked all the rich color faded out of the squire's face, and l saw what we seldom sec 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, me! the news is bad thought she did. This comes of van- ity."
 Many a higher and fairer have hearts to give" I said. 'Minc was gone ere saw you.n
 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 passed and whispered:
 ".Be at rest Agatha The Golden George has not sailed yet"
 liked hlm better than I had ever done before that night when l told grannie that l would never wed him.
 Eh! 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 tho Golden George and told him talo that made his heart light and sent him back to me. Heaven bless him!
 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