Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1896-03-28
FROSTBURG, Md, SATURDAY, MARCH %, 1896.

Thompson, rising from her seat and con-
fronting the undaunted girl with a
countenance inflamed with excitement
The silence had become intense and
was only broken by a long drawn sigh,
and poor Jimmie slipped his hand into
that of his frightened father and waited
for his mother to finish what she had to
gay.
Il think You were around here last
evening, also two or three evenings last
week, when you had no excuse to bor-
row horse rake, were you not?" ques
toned the angry matron, confronting
with a smile Of fine yet whitening scorn
tho unabashed girl so calmly facing her.
II vas" replied the young woman
quietly, land did not come to borrow
farming implements of any description. "
"What did you come for, them"
shouted Mrs. Thompson. "Shall 1 tell
you? 70, seek not to silence me, Jim
mie," she exclaimed as the pale young
man fell at her feet. and bursting into
tears implored her to speak no further.
"You came, miss, to WOO this young
and innocent man. You came to whis-
per horrid words into his ear and gather
unto yourself the fresh and guileless de-
votion of his unsophisticated heart |!
You, farm laborer, moneyless girl
without expectations! You would pluck
this sweet bud Of manhood and bear it
away from the parent stem, where it
has clung for twenty odd years, when
you well know that you have not even
SO much as delft rot Or a pewter vase
to put it into. You think the old wom-
ans eyes have been blind, but have
watched you both, and the game is up !!
Jimmie shall go to his Aunt Susan S to-
day and be closely guarded until this
wild fancy is forgotten. AS for you, take
yourself from my presence and never
darken my doors again. Horse rakes in
deed Borrow them of the d"
"Hold, mamma! By the love know
you bear to me, speak not that profane
word!' cried the fainting Jimmie as
he drew himself to his mothers feet and
clasped her knees. "Your commands,
dear mamma. are too late. l cannot
obey you and make my home with Aunt
Susan, for my lot is already cast, and
none but heaven can recast it. :"
'What mean you, boy?" cried the
naughty mother as she bent and raised
the sweet face Of her son, looking long
and piercingly into the streaming eyes.
81 mean, faltered Jimmie, suddenly
rising and hiding his blushing face upon
tho bosom of his weeping father, 81
mean
"He means," interrupted the young
woman who until now had preserved
her calm and courteous quiet, that the
laws of the state last night gave him
into my keeping forever! Your son and
We're married last evening by Judge
Henry Grover Booth, and I stand here
now to claim my lawful husband"
Jimmie shrieked the frenzied
mother, snatching the man from his ia
ther's arms, where he clung, and turn
ing his tear wet face to meet her gaze,
"does this bold woman speak the truth?"
''She does," cried Jimmie as with
bound he lcaped into the strong arms
held to receive him, and the young hus-
band tainted upon the bosom of his
young BRIDE.
But littlo remains to be told. A rec
onciliation was effected, late in the fall,
and ere winter SNOW fell the noble wife
was adopted into both home and heart
of her gentle husbands parents. To-
gether they soothcd the last days of the
excellent Eut somewhat mercenary Wild
ow Thompson, long after her gentle
husband had been gathered to his rest,
and there is no happier couple in broad
and blossoming Crane county today than
Jimmie Thompson and his manly wife.
Chicago Herald.