The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1891-05-22
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IIIan until his old maid cousin. Miriam
Fry, cam" t" live at Glover Farm. Shr
was b"Zzi & ab 'ut all dav like Il hornet
and III. d his life ,uriem He coui.
no Ion, e. enjoy the del cacies tina
J"anna Jbyce, The heuse<c.rer. d..
pared for him. the fur J,anna ~ hor h,
'Iai known 81 inanv years and trl. sue
u fathrrly Interest i'll
A FIR anna. she freitcd 100 uud
the ,ysanny of the q Tres reiati II, AN.
after talk with her brother, Duke
she made up her mind to leave Glove
Farm and its master.
Joaana timidly told the squire Of he
!ec!s; ~. an he was ;n;is;;;g, MT yer,
chrerfu ly. over it when Miss Miriam
CINE in.
Morning. Cornelius. said Miss Mirry
ID ar me-. yol Look sober. Anythin,
;a pens:l?"
why, yes. snid the "a ire. not SOFT,
FOR C, ance to cnmhu ric;.te hi yoi row
t" s"ne one else Joanna Juyc. j
going
"G"inr. Is she!- sal Miriam. settin:
Town her basket wiki, energy. "Well,
int sorry. Shes pert. pushing thin.
that has had her own way good dea
too much. L'thrr gn."
YOU'RE jokin'. Mirry. amt ysu:
,aid he.
Aud Miss Miriam remembered rha
her cue, sbovs nj! timing. wl.sar.iabi!ity
and she gigg;e f"intly.
But ~isaE ana z ing to do?" sal
the squire he'pl'ssy That's what
wait TO know"
We'll. do you know. c r~o!ius, VIA
] think you had better do!" said Mis-
Miriam archly.
WHAT is it!
Get mar.ie,ll7 And then she shran,
back with a sp:.srn"dIc imitation Of IT,
pretty timidity f IS 'p i,gs. 90
what have y ,idi ste cAclAimeL. "F. r
ge' it. Cornelius, d I"
But say, though. I amt going t,
forget I" cried tie tQuire with n fright
cned face Married! Why. that's til,
very thing? Why on earth didn't thinI
# it b fre?"
Pm sure don't know" said MIR,
C, quettishly. ~ III are 40 stu psi"
And I'm little Sup Ter than tn
rest Of my kind" sail Mr.. Cornw all
laughing. "But I say. Mrry, your.
not going away before we've talAed i
over bit?"
Il must. Uttered Miriam. hi ling hpi
.ce behind the r:S Iaaket. II do fee
sn--that ia, you mu mt t,inli / intrndt,
oil, dear me, what ana | saying?
you " ant co say anything more abou
it. Cornelius, you must CONS over to ou
house tn .niSit.
"Ye,; hut. Mi"ry-"
He was tal.in:s 10 vacancy. lliriam
egg basket and all, had disIl .arrd
"Mirry acts very strangely. said til,
.quire. Dat then sIse Away. hud 81,
odd streak about her. A ID it certainl,
was good advice that size gave me, an
I'll lose no time in nc ing un it "
Nj ~ Miriam went home exul:artly.
i think / have set the iall r.iin,
now, said she. Hell he over here an,
ropo - this evening rs sure ~ thu W. RI l.
How Iii. eyes dill brighten. to Ike sur,
Aud ~ think that the iiea .,nmld never
have come intn that Il ar old Oh Use hra
Of his before! l declare. tho wh"l.
thing happened aln"st ~ nic ~ ns ( .
were leap year. I'm pity sure 81
icing Mr< Cornwall at .as;. WON'T
what that indecent little mi OF !. j.
anna Joyce will think now"
III - Measure NJ 81 Miriam was right
Squire Cornwall did come over tina
evening in his best suit, with CRIMSON
cabbage rose in his button hole, n ID hi,
honest face beaning with sati,f ,cti III.
MARIAN. said he, scarcsly p,usina
to notice that his cousin hid on new
starched sitter than any picket fence
and an extra allowance of cologne on
her p c';et handkerchief. lis tn re y
thin; in the gown or i.welry Ii 10 thai
you wonlL fsncy7 III ike to give you
some nice present. right away"
My dear Cornel.u.!" chi Il Mi s Mir
lam, bu hing to the very tips Of hel
lean cheek b mes
Fur giving me such excellent advice
you know. said the squire. I've takei
it,"
"Oh, Cornelius!" with coy archnass.
@Well, have. declared the squire
-rve asked her to marry me. and sl,,
81! s size will"
"A k d who?" cried Miriam, momen
tarily rsvlfui Of vi her studied CT
qnetlrtes
why, Joa"nn J,yco, to be sure.
said Sc, lire Crawall. -Whom els,
should be- tall * about? And the
thing is to come of in October: anJ
she's the d arrest little giri in all the
world Upm my word. Miriam. you
haven't the least id ~ how grateful an
t. you for putting it into my head
Miriam FIR, bit her lip Sic wout
joyfully have boxed her honest cou dn's
rars-she would have delighted to cal
him every OF prol rious namo in til,
calendar. hu, she was too polite Tor that.
Size simply turned green and yellow
like an unripe olive, put resolute fnI C.
on her tongue, and uttered. somewhat
auto natically, the words: