Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1893-11-04
THEY QUARRELED.

In a shady clearing in the very heart OF
Halle grove, where tradition asserted that
lovers had met and exchanged vows for at
leas. three generations, couple whose be
trothal was three months old were indulg
ing in the variety OF sharp quarrel
The man, tall, strong and handsome In
a manly, frank style Of beauty, was engi.
neer on the s. railway.
The girl, several years younger than her
handsome betrothed was pretty as flower.
She was the daughter OF Farmer Blair, who
boasted the possession Of the finest farm i1.
the county.
The handsome young engineer was as
popular among the country bellies as Susie
had been among the beaux. There was a
certain superiority he possessed over the
young men OF his native village in the bust
ness that carried him every other day to
the city, where he remained "a hours be
fore returning with his train again.
II Ii quite possible that among his city
friends he might also have found wife
had not his whole honest heart been given
to Susie Blair from the time she was In
long clothes.
And Susan, born flirt as she was, would
coquette with her baby smiles and frowns.
as, later in life, she did with her maiden
bushes and sighs
But having secured the treasure OF
strong heart a very demon of mischief
seemed to possess Susie, and Harry found
the happiness he had thought fast in his
grasp very will-o'-the-wisp to elude and
torment him.
He was very patient, rather too long en-
o.. ,.,illf lf,tlnaua m aft
three months he took the young girl gently
but decidedly TO task.
His very gentleness seemed to urge Susie
on TO saucy answers and provoking words,
until the long tried patience gave way with
. sudden snap, and the man asserted him
self against the petty tyrant
LET there be an end Of this fencing,
Susan" be said, and she thought he looked
doubly handsome as he tossed his head
erect IF you really love me, you will cease
to accept attentions from others"
$50 / am To shut myself up like nun
the days you are In New York" she said,
and her voice had a ring Of anger too.
BE my wife, as you promised" he re-
torted, land you can be i'm New York with
me whenever you choose to take the trip.
will not be less careful with my engine II
you are in the cars, 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 Is, and | want some
pleasure before l am tied down. Father
lets me do rs please. | am sure there il
no harm In what do"
"There is harm. 1t is lowering your own
dignity to accept attentions from any man
but your betrothed husband"
A hot answer followed, and words became
more bitter till susie, with sudden i'm
pulse of anger. drew from her finger the
golden circlet Of betrothal, and putting it
in Harry's hand declared she would be no
mans slave and that the engagement was
ended. >-sa
Then she dashed off homewsrd, leaving
him turning the tiny ring over upon his
broad palm and trying in a dazed, stunned
way, to realize her bitter words.
And Susie, watching for his coming to
plead for pardon and reconciliation, under
stood as little the pride which had no
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 OFF
to her grandaunt in the city for a change Of
air.
She went willingly enough, fancying that
in New York she must surely meet Harry,
and then sinking into despair as she real
lied the vastness of the great metropolis.
Miss Blair, her grandaunt, finding the
dark eyed beauty an attraction for her
parties, an amusing companion for her
drives and an ornament for her opera box,
kept her from month to month, carrying
her off to Newport and refusing to give her
up.
She was at Newport when Farmer Blair
fell dead in the field from sunstroke and
telegram summoned aunt and daughter to
the funeral.
Two years passed, and 1t would have been
hard TO recognize the little country beauty
in the graceful woman who was a belle in
Miss Blair's circle.
But one morning when the crisp, frosty
air was whispering the near approach Of
King Winter, Susan amazed her maiden
relative at the breakfast table by long
scream over the newspaper and a fainting
ft of undoubted genuineness.
Good gracious, Susiep' were the words
that greeted her return to consciousness.
what is the matterY
Matter" sobbed Susie. Here 1t is"
and she pointed out a paragraph in the pa
per.
II don't see anything but an account of
another dreadful railroad accident" said