The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1893-11-15
TEDNEsDAY, NOVEMBER Is. 1893.

be sure to give him something in place of
it. You've been good enough to let him
have the little parlor you don't even
open for most folks, and maybe you'll
get your pay in some manner you're not
expecting" Sabina pretended not to be
thinking about pay, but she was already
thinking about possibilities.
Well, there's no situation in life but
changes sooner or later. David Ware,
minister, could not lie forever in that
little parlor being waited on, and Sabina
Wilkins could not go ON forever broiling
chickens and arranging sweet flowers
for strange man.
David was at last able to limp out to
the porch, where he caught Miss Sabina
sitting under the vines. The nurse was
down in the village; Rex was asleep on
the doormat. Sabina blushed like girl
of Is and was afraid to sit with the minis
ter for fear a neighbor might come and
catch her. She was afraid to get up and
leave for fear she would be losing an
opportunity, and woman at 40 can't
afford to be reckless.
David rocked; Sabina rocked. Then
he said, pheasant evening, Miss Will
| kins."
Eyes, very" she answered.
David rocked; Sabina rocked. Then
he said: "Sweet little home for you here,
Miss Wilkins. Suppose you never get
lonely, do your"
Eyes, very" she answered him. It
announced to him that here was ten
der, loving woman robbed by some bro
ken law of the love and sympathy to
which she was entitled. Modest and re-
fined as David was, he was suddenly
moved to an outburst of admiration that
| filed the very air about Sabina with
music and light and fragrance. miss
Sabina," he said, Il think you're the
sweetest woman ever saw. Why don't
| you get marriedT'
Poor little Sabina felt for her salts bot
tie. She had never been attacked that
way about marryingl And she never
dreamed that love and courtship could
be condensed or reduced to one sentence
Recovering herself, after prolonged
| culver of joyous surprise, she came back
at David facetiously: "Mr. Ware,
think you are the incest man ever saw
Why don't you get married."
because can't find woman with
my name in her hand, Miss Sabina."
''Oh, myl What do you mean, Mr..
Ware?"
''Don't you know, Miss Sabina, some
palmistry philosophers claim that every
woman's hand has mans initial in it2'
''Do tell" gasped Sabina, with eyes
afare and palms instantly upturned,
while bushes chased with burning hope
over her cheeks and throat. Would
you mind my looking at your hand,
Miss Sabinas" David asked, constituting
favorably her excitement. Sabina ex-
tended her hand. David examined it
closely, looked up into her eyes, then
spelled slowly, "W-a-r-e! There it isv'
Sabina gasped, held her salts bottle to
her nose, having jerked her hand from
him with coquettish way that said,
"Take it again." "You mustn't fly in
the face of Providence, Sabina Be-
waret" A pun and proposal in one
word. Seeing that Sabipa was unspaalx=
ably happy, David continued: ''Only as
my wife, Sabina, can l repay your kind
ness You and are a pair of scissors,
divided and lonely. Come, let us unite
and after this cut the fabric of life to-
gether.'"
Sabina's head dropped, Rex barked,
and the minister and maiden kissed
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