Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1898-05-19
THEY BOTH FELT BADLY.


l But the Widow Probably sunered the
More. Owing 10 Her sensibility.
The truth about Mrs Greenleafs
heart is of the kind that is stranger
than fiction. Though she has been 10
years widow, and though grown-up
children sustain her white hairs, her
heart is as fresh and responsive as the
heart of a gladstone girl. 1t has with
stood experiences that would absolute
" have annihilated less robust sensi-
bilities. 1t reminds one Of that kind OF
grass that thrives. and grows green.
and thrusts up new sprouts on being
cut and stamped upon, and divided at
the roots. II is phoenix. rising soli-
tary and triumphant from the fires OF
denunciahon; it is the tender May
flower, smiling on the bosom of the
SHOWS of neglect In short, the yigor
and versatility Of Der heart are the
wonder OF all her familiars no less than
the despair of the hapless ones on
whom, from time TO time. she turns the
Calling guns of her affections.
She knows the little woman who
keeps the little bakery shop around the
corner, and she likes to go in sometimes
and sit awhile and detail the emotional
situation for the benefit Of customers.
YES" she said. the other night, when
she was comfortably settled in the cor
ner behind the stove. where the sanded
floor had not been stained by muddy
little feet in quest of a doughnut, yes,
for a month | have been perfectly
happy. We were to be married on the
18th. The gentleman was year and
four months younger than ! am, but
that didn't make any difference, we
loved each other dearly. And | had
nearly all my things ready-just think
of it'll / was to be married in white, at
his request. l said II seemed absurd
for an old, white-haired woman like me
but he said my skin was as fair as
girls, and that white dress would
just set off my hair"
The widows hair is her especial joy.
No maiden ever cherished GROWING
glory of chestnut or gold more proudly.
than she her white locks. And, in
truth. they are Of so brilliant and daz-
cling a wilderness as to win for her that
second glance that novelists bestow on
the heroines from whom they are so
cruel as to withhold the fatal gilt OF
beauty, even when not surmounted by
an astonishing creation in green ve,vet
and pink roses, completed and apoth-
eosized by long, drooping bird ofpara-
disc tail.
whats the matter?" asked Mrs.
Brown. when she had tied up loaf of
bread for a customer who loitered
toward the door and fumbled at the
latch with one eye and both ears on the
widow. "Did he run away?" She was
thinking of the termination OF Ger
perfectly happy weeks.
"Oh. dear. no. cried Mrs. Greenleaf,
.shc feels Just as bad about il as | 20.
You see he has got an old mother out in
Kansas. and when his folks out there
heard he was going to get married,
they wrote that they were going to
send the old woman out here to live
with him. OF course. he wouldn't take
me out of my easy. care-free life to be
over by mother-in-law-
So there it Isl"
"Of course" she went on. after chok-
ing down a suggestion of tears. III amt
like needed a home. get SIS month.
and never a question about how 1t is
spent. All have TO do is 10 dress. and
go. Dress and gol What kind Of life
is that? really had ought to have
to do. and I'd rather work
very hard with this gentleman than to
live as | do without him. What Is q
good time beside a loyer?"
And Mrs. Brown looked anxiously out
Of the window for customer, and
onged for the relief OF smiling into a
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