Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1904-08-25

yes; it was this way: He was beg
/ gfng and imploring me to give him
final answer I had not openly re-
fused him. l was afraid he would
write to father and that father might
| be affected by it. to his injury. But
the morning we left Atlanta Governor
Telfare came to see me and began
again to urge me to marry him. l fat
| ly refused. He then dared to speak dis
1 respectfully of you, and told him just
! what a coward he was and how l
about Mr.. Truths pulling his ears.
told him everything / could think Of
and sent him away with flush Of
| shame on his face. 1t may not have
been exactly ladylike. but l lost con-
troll of myself. couldn't bear to hear
him speaking lightly OF you"
God bless you. dearv' George said,
and he drew her head down and kissed
her on the lips. God bless your
When Mrs Hillyer returned home
she found them together Lydia sat
on the edge of the bed holding his hand.
On their faces lay expressions that re-
called the brightest period Of the older
woman's youth.
IL see you didn't waste time," she
said gently as she kissed Lydia on the
brow.
mo: we understand each other now,
Mrs. H:llyer," replied the girl 'They
will never give their consent, but I'm
going to stick to George anyway"
CONSENT" laughed Mrs. Hillyer-
"Why, bless yore sole, child, yore folks
will receive George Buckley with open
arms. After you left l exploded a
reg'lar boomerang in Their midst. What
you reckon l told 'eln? told 'em
that me an Mr.. Hillyer had wiIled all
we got on earth to George Buckley
an that he'd be about the well offest
young man in north Georgia at our
deaths, an yore father
What are you talking aboutT'
George exclaimed, in establishment.
"Talkin about the legal documents
me m my old man signed yesterday"
responded Mrs. Hillyer, with a chuckle.
an why shouldn't we want to know
what's to become Of our effects after
we are gomez We both love you like
son, an we are a-goin' now to take
Mrs. Lydia Buckley into our hearts,
too, thank the Lordv'
well, that's news to me-" George
said "And l don't feel worthy of it,
either"
Worthy or not, that's not fer you to
Judge" said Mrs. Hillyer; "but 1t GER
tainly has made the road smooth fer
you with the Cranstons. Why, never
seed the like. The old major sprung
up wlen told i'm about the will an
stood quiverin' from head to foot
why, Mrs. Hillyer'--he quit sayin'
madam-'why, never knowed the
young man had any expectations at all.
I lowed he was jest you know, sort
o. bookkeeper with a small intrust in
the business. Eff I'd "a knowed he was
man o. means never would "a raised
so much fuss over It. Well, to make
long story short, he give in as grace
tul as a'body could wish-blamed eff
the old Teller didn't actually chuckle
when / sorter skinned over some o.
Mr.. Hillyer's investments In railroad
stock an the like. The worlds the
same all over Most aristocrats believe
In aristocracy only when it's got cash
basis. Lydia, yore pa actually feels re-
lieved. He's had big job, weak as
he is, tryin' to marry you to a wind |
bag, an now that yore goin' to do |
sight better of yore own accord he's |
powerful well satisfied. Most folks
come around to what they have to |
meet, an when they are made to come |
around to what they rally want they |