The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1893-01-19

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,NF M. I m "A breadths.
| HTYI - q va As she wheeled
bff(Il tl Ia in critical half cir.
.Afs-s..>' VA W clcs, the eirl at her
'''''>'- wv side pulled and
pntted tho alpaca folds straight, the old
woman observing this process OF adjust
ncut with look OF helpless anxiety,
her elbows lifted.
al won't know a thing to say" she
argued.
"Oh, mother! don't gct to worrying
again. You won't have anything to saw.
He'll do the talking. You just sit un
and listen. Here's your hcmsatchcd
handkerchief with the initial. Id hold
It like this She drew the stiI liueu
into shape, hold it at the centre with an
assumption of carclc.sncss.
\ candle on tue bureau with its rest.
less brush OF flame painted in the oval
glass a skctchy picture Of the room, toe
ceiling of which lifted like tent. A
spot o. rich blue dccpeuci IN the home.
spun bed cover. lawu.ng darkly under
the low side wal. was little hidc.b1uni
trunk, the dimensions Of which were
eNac.I .Iy reproduced IN the creascs OF the
alpaca skirt.
"lou look mighty nice, " said the girl,
stepping away. Slc was young, with A
peachy face in the round check, Of
which certain little dimplcs were ilrtivc.
ly tucked. Her hair, OF the faint brown
which is shot with si.ycry reflections,
was coiled awkwardly. as IT it had only
lately been c3iIcd at all. and still ycarned
to lie in the hanging braids OF girIlood.
81 hope my collar IL even," reelected
the other woman. at isn't that care Tor
myself, Lizzie. | amt cared to dress
since--yCiu- .fatArr. wet. .rsS1 Il
wouldn't think it looked just right. Bat
William nav is gale dressy. / saw lcr
once 90 church. Aud so | want to near
just as know how. Oniy 10 hop. Z
ucyorl. lev 10 20 through with any such
d3in' again! do 50.
The gir. slipped on, low gurglc Of
laughter.
"l don't reckon you will, she said
"scc,ng / 10 the only daughter YOU pot.
! don. look TO be asked tor more THAI
oucc. Hush %, mother. there's him
knocking right now!
"l9u better 90 TO the door, Give
ue the candle. I'll light YOU down"
Tue Old woman, seeming TO gather
resolution OF despair, stepped heavily on
the first step Of the narrow stair. Lizzie
held the daring taper a,oit VITA a sha,
ing hand. Suddenly She caugh. hcl
mother sleeve.
"Don't say much about father. viii
SnoWs he ain here. She hung breath.
less in the shadow OF the staircase.
listening TO The little hustle Of cu,ranc,
Just below. A young mans voice STAN.
mered oU, q greeting.
Fright cold night, he said. "Rcckou
we're going 20 have yca, cold weather bg
vcX, week.
Lizzie, hanging against the deal cas-
lng, heard the sitting room door shut.
From within slow murmur of talk
came The girl, wide.eyed aud fiusn.
ing, crept down the steep stairs, slippiug
INTO room across the bit OF entry.
A young fellow whose bovish face
reduplica,ed in less delicate tone her
own pink and white unts glanced up
from book.
keep calm, Lizzie" he said, teas.
'ng.y. "lou look excited. | reckon
moiher.lI say yes. You told her to say
yes, didn't youi expect she'll be easy
on Aim-a nice young man like Will
Raley. Oaiy thing Is she mag forget
what you told her" he drew up,
warned by the tremor Of his sisters lip
that this heart-stirring momen. was not
: time FOR jest.
1t occurred to him for the first time
Cow little she must be to him in the
future, this pretty sister Of his whose
ways were appointing in the room across
the hall.
"l'll hate to see you marry, Liz" he
exclaimed. "And mother-it'l be aw.
Iul hard for her. She's only got Us
two. And she's had fearful lot to pu.
gP with. Father
"She wouldn't like 10 have you
breathe a word against him, Ed" She
started as she spoke. Her mother was
pushing at the door. She came in crop.
ny little.
$50, Lizzie" she said in a laborei
voice. ave give you TO him. He -
he's po'rlul fond O. you. He'll make
you = good Ban."
And rs the girl flung toward her i'm.
pulsiYely, she made out 10 smile. Don't
you mind me, daughter. He's waitin'
Oh you--go on Shutting the door
upon the girl, she sat down heavily.
"Don't feel so bad, mammyr cried
the young man. There's no nicer fel.
low anywhere than viii. Well fixed
snd all. lie could ha We had his PICK.