Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1893-07-25

ON to saucy answers and provoking words
until the long tried lsltience gave way with
sudden snap, and the man asserted him.
self against the petty tyranny.
"IIet there be an end Of this fencing. Su-
san," he said, and she thought he looked
doubly handsome as he tossed his head
erect. "If you really love me, you will
cease to accept the attentions from Others"
$50 I am to shut myself up like nun
the days you are In New York." she said.
and her voice had ring Of anger too
"Be my wife, as you promised, /" he re-
torted, "and you can be In New York with
me whenever you choose to take the trip.
will not be less careful Of my engine II you
are In the oars, Susie," he said, his voice
softening.
"I don't want to be married yet," she
said, longing with true womanly perversity
to put her arms around his neck and never
leave him. II am 1s, and I want some
pleasure before am tied down. Father
let's me do as l please. lam sure there is
no harm In what do"
"There Is harm. 1t is lowering your own
dignity to accept attentions now from any
man but your betrothed husband"
A hot answer followed, and words became
more bitter till Susie with a sudden i'm
pulse of anger drew from her finger the
golden circlet of betrothal, and putting IL
In Harry's hand declared she would be no
mans slave and that her engagement was
ended. Then she dashed of homeward,
leaving him turning the tiny ring over up
on his broad palm and trying In dazed,
stunned way to realize her bitter words.
And Susie, watching for his coming to
plead for pardon and reconciliation, under
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leaven of resentment that kept Harry Raj
ston from her side
She was boisterously gay one moment
and crying the next, till the puzzled farmer
decided she must be sick and sent her of
to her great aunt in the city for change Of
air. She went willingly enough, fancying
that In New York she must surely meet
Harry, and then sinking into despair as
sha-realized the vastness Of the great me-
tropolis.
Her great aunt Yves q maiden lady Of .
very uncertain age. Aspiring to the gayety
Of youth and possessing an ample income
the venerable maiden initiated Susie into
q code of manners quite unknown In the
golden haired maiden's native village.
Miss Blair, finding the dark eyed beauty
an attraction for her parties, an amusing
companion for her drives, an ornament for
her opera box, kept her from month to
month, carrying her of to Newport and re-
fusing to give her up. She was at Newport
when Farmer Blair fell dead In the field
from sunstroke, and a telegram summoned
aunt and daughter to the funeral.
In her first real sorrow, for she remem-
bered nothing of her mothers death, Susie
submitted to any arrangement that her
aunt thought good and obediently followed
her back to New York, leaving the farm to
be rented by her fathers lawyer.
Two years passed, and 1t would have been
hard to recognize the little country beauty
In the graceful woman who was belle In
Miss Blair's circles. One morning, when
the crisp. frosty air was whispering the
near approach of King Winter, Susan
amazed her maiden relative at the break
fast table by long scream over the news
paper and a fainting fit of undoubted gen.
uineness.
"Good gracious. susier' were the words
that greeted her return to consciousness.
"What is the matterw
Matter" sobbed Susie, "here It is" and
she pointed out q paragraph in the paper.
II don't see anything but an account of
another dreadful railroad accident" said
Miss Blair, "and there is nobody we know
on the list of killed and injured"
''Nobody you know" said Susie hysteric-
ally, but my Harry-ohi oh! ohp' the sobs
coming thick and fast-"has lost his leg
and is terribly injured. must 90 home"
my dear child. you are at home. You
forget the farm is rented"
~ don't care. They will give me room.
It is only Farmer Wilson anyhow. and
Mrs. Wilson will be glad to see me. tell
a.. III .x.ak ola
must go now on the noon train"
And sobbing bitterly, the girl went up
stairs to pack valise.
In the pretty cottage which Harry's love
had adorned and beautified for his mother
the aged widow was weeping grateful yet
bitter, bitter tears. In the little bedroom
her boy lay, after severe operation, sleep
ing the heavy slumber of exhaustion and
opiate.
Crippled and MANNED the tall, strong
form must be for life, but God had spared
her her son.
She was wearily resting, wondering II
strength was left In her feeble frame to
care for her son in his long hours of suffer
ing, when the door opened, and lady in a
steel gray travelling dress stood In the room.
"Mrs. Ralston," she said very humbly,
twill you forgive me and let me help you
10 take care of Harry"
"Susie Blair" exclaimed the old lady,
'do you know he is crippled for lifei You
fitted him when he was strong and we'll"
II love himl love himw
That was all the answer the sobs left in
telligible
From the sickroom came voice, weak
but clear.
The girl flew like an arrow from the bow,
and the strong arms opened to fold her
close in q long embrace. There were few
words, but little later a radiant face ap-
peared again In the parlor.
Mother" Susie said, will you not 60
for Mr.. Somers and let Harry's wife help
you to nurse himf"
Married. Nowp' gasped the widow.
Certainly" was the cool reply 1T In
all the fashion now 10 be married In trav-
cling dress"
Miss Blair, having quieted Susie down to
talking possibilities before she took the
noon train was not altogether overwhelmed
with astonishment when the first letter she
received was signed "6usie Ralston. "-Buf-
falo Expresa
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