Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1896-06-04
ONE WAY OF LOVE.

ONE WAY OF LOVE.
You don't believe in condolences, which
is only another way Of saying that all
things work together for good for them
that love Color to them that don't, for
that matter, if they are honestly trying to
do what they think right. Now, do.
had as good time as most young fell
lows when was young. My father farm
ed bit of land down Mailing way, and
walked out with the prettiest girl in our
parts. Jenny was her name, Jenny Tees
dale. Her people come from the north.
Pretty as pink Jenny was and neat in
her ways, and would make a good wife
every one said, even my own mother, and
when a mans mother owns that about a
girl he may know he's got hold of treas.
ure. Now Jenny-her name was Jane,
but we called her Jenny for short-she had
cousin Amelia, who was apprenticed to
the millinery and dressmaking in Maid
stone. The two had been brought up to-
gether from little things, and they was
that fond of each other it was pleasure
to see them together. 1 was fond Of
"A
and when Jenny and me walked out of a
Sunday as often as not Amelia would come
with us, and all went on happy enough for
awhile. Then began to notice Jenny
didn't seem to care so much about walk
ing out, and one Sunday afternoon she
said she had headache and would rather
stay at home by the fire, for it was early
spring and the days chilly. Amelia and
me took turn by ourselves, and when we
got back to Teesdale's farm there was Jen-
ny wonderfully brisked up talking and
laughing away with young Wheeler, whose
father keeps the postoffice. was not best
pleased, can tell you, but kept still
tongue in my head only as time went on
I couldn't help seeing Jenny didn't seem
to be at all the same to me, and Amelia
seemed sad too.
Twas in the hairdresslng then and sery-
ing my time, so it was only on Sundays
or an evening that could get out But
at last said to myself "This can't go on.
Us three that used to be so jolly we're as
fiat as half pint of four ale, and I'll
know the reason why" says I, ''before I'm
"a hours older" So went to Teesdale's
with that clear fixed in my head.
was. The old folks had gone to a magic
lantern in the schoolroom, and Amelia
was alone in the house.
"I'll have it out with her," thinks /. So
as soon as we had passed the time of day
and asked after each others relations
says, "Look here, Amelia, what is 1t that s
making mischief between you and me and
Jenny as used to be so jolly along of each
other?"
She went red, and she went white and
red again.
"Don't you ask me, Tom; don't you
now, there's good fellow"
And of course l asked her all the more
Then says she, "Jenny'll never forgive
Inc if tell you"
Jenny shan't never know" says l.,
and swore 1t too.
Then says Amelia: II can't a-bear TO
tell you, Tom, for know 1t will break
your cart. But Jenny she don't care for
you no more. It's Joe Wheeler as she
fancies now, and she's out with him this
very minute as here We stand"
"I'll wiring her neck for her," says I.
Then when I'd taken time to think a
bit, II can't believe this, Amelia, says l.,
"But that's just what you ave swore
not to do, says she. "She'll never forgive
me If you d. Tom, and what need of ask
ing when for the trouble Of walking the
length of tho road you can see them to-
getherf But If l tell you where to find
them you swear you won't speak or make
| fuss, because she'd know I'd told you"
II swear WON'T" says I.
"Well, then, says Amelia, II don seem
to be acting fair to her; but, take it the
| other way, can't a-bear to stand by and
see you deceived, Tom. If you go by the
churchyard an hour from now, you'll see
them in the porch, but don't you never
| say told you. Now, be off, Tom," says
| she.
1t was early summer by this time and
tho evenings long. don't think any man
need envy me what l felt as I walked
| about the lanes waiting till 1t was time to
| walk up to the church and find out for GER
tain that I'd been made q fool of.
1t was dusk when opened the church
| yard gate and walked up the path
There she was, sure enough, in her Sun.
day muslin with the violet sprig and her
black silk jacket with the bugles, and her
|
found him-and his arms were round her
waist, both of them. They didn't see me,
and fstood for m mute and look at them,
and but for what I'd swore to Amelia
| believe should have taken Wheeler by the
throat and shaken the life out Of him then
and there. But had swore, and turned
sharp and walked away, and never went
| up to Teesdale's nor to my fathers farm,
but went straight back to Pounds, the
man I was bound to, and wrote letter
| to Jenny and one to Amelia, and in Anne
| las only said:
DEAR AMELrA-Thank you very much. You
| were quite right. Tom.
And In the other said:
| JENNY-I've had pretty we'll enough Of you.
You can 60 to the devil your own way. 80 no
| more at present from your sincere wellwisher,
| Tom.
P. Sim going for q soldier.
And left everything-my master that
was bound to and my trade and my ia
Their. And went straight off to London.
! And l should have been soldier right
enough but that l fell in with a fire.
man, and he persuaded me to 60 ~ FOR
that business, which is Just as exciting q