Smyrna times., 1892-08-03

our lives. Surely, you are not jealOu,
LilyP"
Jealous ?" OF that country girl
You fOrget'yourself, sirp
And that was the beginning of
lovers quarrel which had it's effect OF
both lives.
"Well, how did you like Miss Weaver
pa ?" asked Ella, when their guest
had gone.
"Humph didn't like her at all, ,
was the prompt reply. Head anC
shoulders too big for us poor folks
Ellie. don't see what Will sees
about her to attract his love-"
His daughter sighed
"You forget her golden hair, pa, ,
she said softly. "She is his ideal"
Three months passed away. The
lovely summer day was drawing to 6
close. Down in the kitchen of the
Morton farmhouse Ella was busily en-
gagged IN making biscuits for tea, hel
hands full of dough, and a daub oil
flour on the end of her nose. She had
almost finished rolling the last one
when quick footsteps sounded out.
side, a man stealthily entered the
room, and in another minute she was
seized from behind and pair of hands
were placed over her eyes, while a
voice demanded:
"Who is it?''
will Evans" she said promptly.
Correct" ," laughed that gentleman,
as he caught the girl above the waist
and stole kiss. Aren't YOU sur
prised to see me Ella?"
Indeed | am" she answered, flush.
ing with pleasure. 81 knew some-
body would be here this morning ;
but had no idea it would be you"
"Superstitious little puss OF course
you had not" he reioined with a
laugh. But here am, you see, and
here | am going to stay for few days.
if you will have me-"
but how about your-your-Miss
Weaver ?" she faltered.
AT the mention of that name a curl
Gus smile appeared about the young
mans lips for minute and then van.
ished; he plunged one hand into the
depths of an inside pocket and drew
forth letter.
Read that Ella" he said, handing
it to her. ut will tell the whole
story"
With look of surprise she read as
follows:
MR.. WILL EVANs-After long de-
liberation | have come to the conclu-
sion that | could never he happy as a
poor mans wife, and therefore everv-
thlRg had better be at an end between
US. l return your presents herewith.
and hope you will not think too bit
terly of me for the course l have
deemed 1t wise to take. 1t will not be
AOA gOu W uuu COuSOIdJlOQ. 4
imagine. LILLIAN WEAVER.
"Then the engagement is broken ?"
Ella inquired.
Naturally" he answered dryly
then, after a moments pause, he put
his arm around her waist and drew her
toward him. at was all a mistake.
Ella. l never really loved the girl, for
the simple reason that my affections
were heavily mOrtgaged before ever
met her. She suspected the truth
when brought her out here that day
you remember her strange manner.
And nOw-cOuld you be happy as a
poor mans wife, dear ?"
IF l loved him-yes," she answered
simply.
The young man took her floury
hand, and bending his handsome head.
whispered
And could you love such an incon-
sistent begger, sweetheart? Could
you?"
Ella blushed and lowered her ewes
before his burning gaze.
Il might try" she faltered; "but
cousins shouldn't marry"
"Oh, but we are only twentieth cous.
ins," he rejoined, with smile. "Win
you be my wife, darling?
Something in the shy look she gave
him answered the question, and he
pressed his lips to hers.
When Farmer Morton heard the
news be struck the side of his nose
sharply with his fOrefnger, and in.
dulged in quiet chuckle.
l always had an idee the younkers
loved each other, an when THEY'RE
married they'll be as hapDv
as pair of turtledove," he sol.
ilOquized. "Hum-m! So the how
didn't marry his ideal, after all. Well
you can't always tell--sometimes
things go so darned contrary"