The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1893-06-15

/ THIS Dehutllul morning III may, IL rs
cended long, steep hill, from the brow
Of which could be seen the many hills
lying about, with the pretty wooded
valleys between; and away off TO the
right mountain peak, which was
Mount Wachusett. Among the pas
sengers riding on top of the coach was
Eben Eqmcs, and many, many years
after, when his last days were spent in
house not then built upon this very
hill, Eben recalled the bright anticipa-
tions of this day.
| Eben wns going home after having
spent several years as an apprentice
with Cobbler Gore in Boston, while two
| years of work in addition to the APP
! premiership, in which he had been in
dustrious and saving, had enabled him
TO lay by little sum.
On leaving the coach Ebcn made his
way hurriedly to his home, where he
was received with shout of welcome,
and turned about to be praised and adj
mired to his complete satisfaction.
After the ordinations had subsided
somewhat, Eben said with a little en-
bnrrassment.
"How-how is Molly?"
"An' how should know; go an see
for yerself, said Eben's mother good
naturedly, understanding his impa-
thence to see the girl who was so soon
to be his wife.
As Eben crossed the road, Molly saw
him coming, and with a first impulse
started to run down the garden path
to meet him. Then suddenly feeling
OF bashfulness coming over her, she
drew back into the house. With Eben's
knock Mt the door, there came young
woman with the fresh bloom of health
q her cheeks and Eben felt almost
,ssl2...eli,yy, = ss,g.syss~n
to him SO lovely. When about to leave,
Eben said:
San then it will be this day week
Molly ?" and Molly demurely answered !:
"Yes."
A week later few neighbors, with
the Immediately related families, were
present at the wedding of Molly and
Eben. From Molly's home they went
to live on the main street OF the vii
lage. There was Il cosy house in the
rear, and little shop i'll front, while a
big sign, with its gilt letters proclaim
ing to all passersby: "Eben Eames,
Shoemaker" was next to Eben, the
pride of Molly's heart.
These were happy days. Molly sing
ing about her work would stop now
and then to hear the rap-rap-tap-tap
of Eben's hammer. When the stitch
ing began and all was still, the silence
oppressed her, and after listening at
the door to make sure no customers
were in, she would open the door care
fully, tiptoeing up to Eben who sat
with his back toward her, when to his
great surprise pair of hands would
cover his eyes, and sweet voice would
be sounding in his ears:
'Guess, Eben."
Naturally Eben guessed correctly
after few trials This play came to
be looked forward to by the young
man, for it was not always presented
in the same way, Molly being young
woman of resources.
But after time Eben began to be
restless, the village was too small; he
could not earn money fast enough, and
he began to think of going to Boston,
when there came a rumor that rail
road was to be built.
'Molly, when that railroad comes,
it will be n great day for us. I'll
build bigger shop and make shoes
enough TO send to other towns, and
hire several men &c work for me. Oh,
Molly, then Wen get rich"
'That would be we'll, Eben, but we
are happy now without riches" she
would reply.
The railroad was begun. The tracks
were laid almost to the adjoining town
and Eben no longer restraining his
impatience, began to build his larger
shop, Molly said:
Il wouldn't hurry, Eben. You
know the proverb tells us haste makes
waste. Better wait another year"
Unheeding, Eben pushed ON the
work of building.
One day stranger came into the
little shop; fine-looking gentleman
The new railroad naturally became a
topic for conversation.
''It will do great things for our vii
Iage, said Eben.
''Ah," said the gentleman, shave
you not heard? We have decided not
to have it touch this place, but con
time it by way of Rocksboro'. BY the
way, going to enlarge your business ?
Nice shop going up opposite"
Eben choked some inarticulate reply,
and the stranger left, wondering what
had happened to the cobbler, but little
knowing or caring what grief his words
had wrought.