Middletown transcript., 1891-07-16
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lot told him not 70 come.

not told him not to come.
She was glad that her father
was not in the house. She
could see him hobbling painfully
about in the pumpkin field. Joe
Maltby was helping him. Joe was
already bent over ike an old man.
With his rounded shoulders and his.
disfgured nose, he looked like the
picture Of the evil-minded dwarf"
in an old fairy-book. And yet how
good he wasl How crooked was the
world el;t + fit#
! She performed . few household
duties, mechanically, and then went
and hid herself in d corner of the
back porch. sheltered BY the fading
woodbine. 80 - 8, :. ~.
Yet, why should she be ashamed 7
Why not yield, since he must love
her TO wish to marry her, now that
she was old and poor and plain.
Youth was coming back to her
llthrob by throb, happiness stirred her
blood like wine.
| Lyddy, Lyddy j there's q letter
come for you, a kind of q dockymunt, "
called her fathers voice. g Hartman
l. Bennett's boy bought it.. II come
inclosed in a letter to them. Seems
as if it ought to a. ben sent before,
or something. I.co1ldnt { jest make
out what the boy said, oniY II Dick
Hartman hind of swofe when he
come acrost it, i'n' told him 10 hurry
up. Who fofthe lands sake Is a.
writin' to Jon through the hands Of
lawyers What's the matter with you,
Lyddy2 : Why don't you speak up n,
tell what's the matter p
Lyddy raised q white face from the
dockymunt."
It's Great-aunt Thankful Rog-
ers's will, father. She has left forty
thousand dollars TO me. y.
!" Forty thousand dollarsi You
don't expect anybedy's a1foolin' US,
do you, Iyddy & Your mothers Aunt
Thankful I / didn't know but what
she was dead. She wss all eat up
with reformin' sarcieties,, last / heard
of her; folks said she hadn't any
thing left. But she Wa'n't.nsver one
that called in the neighbors t attend
to her affairs, m she did set by your
mother Land sakes, Lyddyf I don't
wonder ,tsyour'rs kind Of stuck up,
but 'taint't nothin, 10 look 30 white
about :! wonder when the letter
come, what the boy meanti See
here Dick has sent up what was
written to the them N all. You can
see BY the envelope when twas mail
ed" 49, SCR
Lyddy seized the envelope from,his
hands and thrust it into the heart of
the kitchen-fre
/ don't want to know when it
camel never will know when it
camel If Brewster Bennett comes
here tonight tell him II cannot see
him. never will see himi bat
don't want to know when it camei"
Land. land, Lyddyl good fortin'
has flew to your head. L amt to be
wondered at; but you'd ought to
begin to feel tickled by now. i de-
clare, if my lame leg don't feel as spry
as boys, m Ina goin' rightroser to
Eben Ripley 70 get back them steers
that raised. L put ten years right
on to me to have 10. sell 'sem. There's
Joe MaItby a-comin'. You'd ought
to tell him the fust one, for folks
that's your friends in poverty, them's
the ones" - .''.s
The old mans vigorous exit snapped
off the sentence. He went almost
nimbly down the lane, . striking sx-
ampleof mind cure" ia5 e5Ia
Lyddye found herself telling.
mechanically, and with dream-like
feeling, the story of her good fortune
to Joe Msltby, and being half con-
scious ofa cheerful friendliness in his
eyes that eased her pain little.
Pm glad. Lyddy. I'm honestly
glad, if / have been mean enough
sometimes to hope But it was Of
no use, anyway I might have made
myself something that you would not
despise. It is a pitiful weakness in
mansto shrink from the ainnsement
and pity in peoples eyes,"
"Oh, dear does every one make
mistakes - fatal mistakes 7" cried
Lyddy. But never despised you,
Joe. never thought anything about
Oh, don't mean to be cruel
but you were foolish If you cared
for anybody you ought to have reck-
oned it an experience, set IL down in
your proft.and.loss account, and cal
culated upon il, shrewdly. We are
not fit to live in these times, joe
you and j. We are altogether out Of
the fashion. by Elisabeth Bigelow.