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TRUANT" MOLLY.
Tlw winds nave lulled the shadows to sleep.
The cow cum heme tang ago,
Tbe thing! of day strange alienee keep ,
Why does that child linger aot
MMllng hrr eyes from the setting son '
Tbe mother stands by the Kate,
Watching long (or tbe truant one;
. Oh 1 where does she stay so latet
Has she wandered on where the swamp flow
era blow,
Down by the gliding stream?
Hark I was that a faint "Hello T" ' '
No. naught but the loon's weird i
Has she slipped on those dank, dark mosses
On the cliffs where the tall pines grow.
tod for the green, slimy waters
Of those treacherous bogs below?
May, hush ye, timorous mother;
Thy maiden is safe and sound; '
Xo deep, dark waters smother.
Or the lithe, willowy form surround.
She is down at the foot of the meadow,
There at tbe end of the lane,
4slring a daisy the question
Whether her love lores back agata.
, And Jack fs bending beside her.
Down there amid the rye
- Two curly heads near together
To see that the daisy don't lie,
-Beary W. Bail in New England Magazine.
A LOVE STOBY.
1 cat spinning at my little wheel in
"fibs ran, for the antumn day was cold,
jrben I heard some one whistling, and.
looking up, there was young Squire
Turner, with his arms folded on the
gate, looking over. When he canght
my eye he laughed, 1 blushed, and 1
rase and made him a courtesy.
He was a handsome gentleman, the
quire, and the hand from which he
polled the glove shimmered in the sun
with pearls and diamonds, and he was
bonny to loook at with his hair like spun
(old in the October sunlight.
-' When 1 conrtesied he bowed, making
Ins cnrls dance over his shoulders, and
aaad he: "Tve spoiled one pretty picture
that I could have looked at all day, bat
Tre made another as pretty, so TO not
grieve. May I come in?" ' 1 '
"And welcome, sir,'' said 1, and I set
m chair, for he was' grandfather land
lord; bnt for all that 1 ' felt iincomfort--jtble,
for 1 was not need to fine company.
He talked away, paying tne more com
pliments than 1 was used to, for grand
nether, ' who brought me up, said,
Handsome is as handsome does," and
"Beauty is but skin deep.'
Since Vm telling the story Fll tell the
truth. 1 had done wrong about one
thing. Neither of the old folks knew
that I wore Evan Locke's ring in my
bosom, or that we'd taken a vow to each
wftlker beside the hawthorn that grew in
the church lane. I never meant to de
eeive, but grannie was old and a little
4iard. and that love of mine was such a
weet secret. Besides, money seems to
ntweigb all else when people have
trnjggled all their lives through to torn
a penny, and they knew - Evan was a
fjoor, straggling young surgeon. 1
thought I'd wait a while until 1 could
wee ten the news with the fact that he'd
began to make his fortune.
Grannie came in from the dairy five
minutes after' the squire was gone and
he had been there. I didn't tell
f his fine speeches, but there was a
keyhole to the door she came through
mad I have a guess she heard them.
That night we had something else to
think of. Misfortunes had come upon
grandfather; bat 1 didn't foresee that
'when the half year's rent should come
4ae not a penny to pay it with would be
4ocmd.
All this time Evan Locke and 1 had
Wen as fond as ever of each other, and
be came as often as before to talk with
grandpa on the winter nights; and still
very little while pur young landlord.
Squire Turner, would drop in and sit in
fcia lazy way and watch me knit or spin."
Once or twice he was flushed with wine
and over bold, for he tried to kiss me.
Sat squire or no, I boxed his ears for his
jwuna, and no softer than I could help
either.
1 could not help his coming, nor help
eedng him when he came, and I did not
deserve that Evan should be angry with
ane. But he was. Eh. so" high and
mighty, and spoke as though one like
' the squire could mean no good by com
ing to so poor a place as the schoolmas
ter's. He made me angry and 1 spoke up.
' "For that matter, the squire would be
glad to have me promise to marry him,"
said L "Hethinksmore of me than"
"May be you like him better!" said
..Evan. ' v
I don't say that," ' replied L "But
"bad temper and jealousy scarce ever'
make me over fond of another. I pray
J may never have a husband who will
cold me."
For he had "been scolding me. No
other name for it '
Well, Evan was wroth with me and 1
"with him not ' heart deep, , though; 1
thought and I did not see brim for more
than a- week. 1 was troubled much,
though. I knew he would pome round
again, and mayhap ask my pardon:' For
before you are wed you can bring your
lover to his senses. ,
So I did not fret after Evan's absence,
nor quite snub Squire Turner, who liked
me more than ever.- But" one "night
grandfather came in, and shutting the
oor. Blood between grandmamma and
-ane, looking at me, and so strasgely that
both grew frightened. . At last he
te: - . .
Tve been -to the squire's," said he.
- "Tor the first time I had to tell him that
3 could not pay the rent when due."
1 opened my lips. Grandmaima's
.-Stand covered them. ' Grandpa drew me
to him.
- "Thou'rt young,' lass,"' said he, "and
they are right who call thee pretty.
"Child could'st like the squire well
- nough to wed him'
"Eru" cned grandma. . "Sure, you're
aot wandering
. "Squire Turner asked me for this lass
ot ours to-night. Of all women in the
- - -world there is but one he loves as he
hould his wife, and that is our Agatha.
"I dreamt of golden rings and white
-.noses on Christmas ere," cried grannie.
I knew the lass would be lucky."
But I put my head on grandfather!
shoulder and hid my face. Th truth
must out, I knew. A
"Wilt have him and be a rich lady?"
said grandpa.
And when he had waited for ail an
swer I burst out with "No" and a sob
together.
"she s frightened," said grand mam ma.
"Nay, we must all wed once in our lives,
my child,"
Then grandpa talked to me. He told
me how poor they had grown, and how
kind the squire .was, and I had but to
marry him to make my grandparents
free from debt and poverty their lives
through. If 1 refused and vexed the
squire heaven only knew what might
happen.
"She'll never ruin us," sobbed grand
mamma. Ah! it was heard to bear bitter hard:
but now there was no help for it. I took
the ring from my bosom and laid it on
my palm, and told them it was Evan
Locke's and that I had plighted my troth
to him. And grandmamma called me a
deceitful wench, and grandfather looked
as though his heart would break.
Oh. I would have done anything for
them anything but give up my true
love.
. That night I kissed his ring and prayed
heaven that he might love me always. In
the morning it was gone, ribbon and all,
from my neck. I looked for it high and
low, but found no sign of it. -And I be
gan to fear the loss of that dear ring
was a sign that I would never marry
Evan Locke. ; '
' The days passed on, and he never came
near me. '
"Oh, it was cruel in him," I thought,
"to hold such anger for a hasty word he
had provoked, when 1 spoke it that he
must know I loved him so."
And grandma would scarcely look at
me (I know why now), and grandpa
sighed and moaned and talked of the
work bouse. And I thought 1 should
dio of grief among them.
One day . grandma said to me, "It
seems that your sweetheart is not over
fond of you. nor over anxious to see
you.
"Why not?" said L
"Where has he been this month back?"
asked grandma.
"Busy, doubtless," said L with a
smile, though I thought my heart would
burst.
"You're going with him, maybe."
"Where?" said L
She went to the kitchen door and
beckoned in a woman who sat .there
Dame Coombs, who had come over with
eggs.
"I heard you rightly," she said. "You
told me Evan Locke and his mother were
making ready for a voyage." '
"They re going to Canada. . My son, a
carpenter and a good one, though I say
it made the doctor a box for his things.
The old lady dreads the new country.
but she goes for the doctor's sake.
There's money to be made there."
"I told you so," said grandmother.
"I don't believe it," said L
"They've sold the house and gone to
Liverpool to take ship; and you may
find the truth for yourself, if you choose
to take the trouble," said Dame Coombs.
"I'm no chatterbox, to tell falsehoods
about my neighbors." '"
And still I would not believe it' until
I had walked across the moor and had
seen the shutters fast closed and 'the
door barred, and not a sign of life about
the place. Then I gave up hope. 1
went home all pale and trembling, and
sat down at grandmamma's knee.
"It's true," said L
"And for the sake of so false a lad
you'll see your grandfather ruined and
break bis heart, and leave me, that have
nursed you from a babe, a widow."
I looked at' her as she sobbed, and I
found strength to say:
"Give me to whom you will then,
since my own love does not want me."
And then I crept up stairs and sat
down on my bedside, weak as though I
had fainted. I would - have thanked
heaven for forge tfulness just then, but
it wouldn't come.
The next day Squire Turner was in
the parlor as my accepted lover. How
pleased he was, and how the color came
back into grandfather's old face! And
grannie grew so proud and kind, and all
the house- was aglow, and only I sad.
But I couldn't forget Evan Evan whom
I had loved so sailing away from me
without a word.
1 suppose they all saw I looked sad.
The ' squire talked of my health, and
would make me ride with him over the
moors for strength. -
The old folks said nothing. They
knew what ailed ' me; only our little
Scotch maid seemed to think there was
aught wrong. Once she said to me:
"What ails ye, miss? Your eye'is dull
and your cheek' is pale, and your braw
grand lover canna make ye smile; ye are
na that ill, either." ' -;
. ..'No,.I am well enough," said I.
She looked at me wistfully; ' ' '.-v.
. "Gin ye'd tell me your all, I might tell
ye a cure," she said. . : .
.But there was no cure for, me in this
world, and I couldn't- open my heart to
simple Jennie. . So the - days- rolled by,
and. I was close on my marriage eve, and
grannie and Dorothy Plume - were busy
with my -wedding robes. I wished it
were my shroud they were .working at
instead.
And one night the pain ii my heart
grew too great, and I went out among
the purple heather on the moor, and
there knelt down under the stars and
prayed to be taken from the world, "for
how can I live without Evan?" I said. -
I spoke the words aloud, and then
started up in affright, for there at my
side was an elfish little figure, and 1
heard a cry that at first I scarce thought
earthly. Yet it was but Scotch Jennie,
who had followed me.
"Why do ye call for your true love
now?" she said; "ye sent him fra ye for
sake o' the young squire."
"How dare you follow and watch
me?"
But she caught my sleeve.
"Dinna be vexed," she said. ' "Just
bide a wee, and answer what I spoer.
If s for love of you, for I've seen ye wfcste
like the snaw wreath in the sun sin the
squire woed ye. Was it your will the lad
that loved the ground ye trod on nhould
have his ring again?" : :
"What do you mean?" said L
"m speak gin I lose my place," said
Jennie. "I rode with the mistress to
young Dr. Locke's place 'past the moor,
and there she lighted and gave him a
ring, and what she said I know not, but
it turned him the tint o' death, and said
he, 'There's na a drop o' true bluid in a
woman 'gin she is false.' And he turned
to the wall and covered his eyes, an' your
grannie rode home. There 'tis all I ken
wullitdo?"
"Ay, Jennie," said I, 'heaven bless
your ,
And had 1 wings on my feet I could
not have come to the cottage door sooner.
I stood before my grandmother, trem
bling and white, and I said: "Oh, don't
tell me, grannie, you have cheated me
and robbed me of my true love by a lie.
Did you steal the troth ring from my
neck and give it back to Evan, as if from
me? You Tve loved and honored my life
long"
She turned scarlet.
"True love!" said she, "you've but
one true love new Squire Turner."
"You have done itl" I cried. "It's
written on your face."
And she looked down at that and fell
to weeping..
"My own true love was breaking his
heart," she said. . "My husband and I
had loved for forty years. I did it to
save him. Could 1 let a girl's fancy,
worth nothing, stand in my way, and see
him a beggar in his old age? Oh, girl,
girl!" . -
And then I fell down at her feet like a
stone. I knew nothing for an hour cr
more; but then, when I was better, and
fetch my hood and cloak and her own
and come with me, and away I went
across the moor in the starlight to where
the hall windows were ablaze with light,
and asked the housekeeper to let me see
the 6quire.
She stared at me for my boldness no
wonder but called him. So in a moment
he stood before me in his evening dress,
with his cheeks flushed and his eyes
bright, and led me into a little room and
seated me. :
"Agatha, my love, I hope no mis
chance brings you here."
But I stopped him.
"Not your love. Squire Turner," I
said. "I thank you for thinking so well
of me. but after all that has passed
I"
I could say no more. He took my
hand.
"Have . I offended you, Agatha?" he
said.
-"Not you. The offense the guilt
oh, I have been sorely cheated!" And all
I could do was to sob.'
At last strength came to me. I went
back to the first and told him all how
we had been plighted to each other, wait
ing only for better prospects to be wed,
and how, when he honored me by an
offer of bis hand,-1 angered my grand
mother by owning to the truth, and of
the ring : grannie had stolen from my
breast and the false message that had
been sent my promised husband from
me. : - -
"And though I never see Evan Locke
again," said I, "still I can never be an
other man's true love, for I am his until
I die." . ..... ..-,' - - . .
Then as 1 looked all the rich color
faded out of the squire's face, and I saw
the sight we seldom see more than once
in a lifetime a strong young man in
tears. -
At last he arose and came to me.
"My little Agatha never loved me,"
he said. "Ah, me! the news is bad 1
thought she did. This comes of vanity."
"Many a higher and fairer have hearts
to give, l said. "Mine was. gone ere
you saw me."
And then, kind and gentle, as though
I had not grieved him, he gave me his
arm and saw me across the moor, and at
the gate paused and whispered:
"Be at rest, Agatha. The Golden
George has not sailed yet."'
I liked him better than I had ever done
before that night when I -told grannie
that I would never wed him.
Eh! but he was. fit to be a king the
grandest, kindest, best of living men,
who rode away with the break of the
morrow and never stopped till be reached
Liverpool and found Evan Locke just
ready to set foot upon the Golden George,
and told him a tale that made his heart
light and sent him back to me. Heaven
bless him!
And who was it that sent old grand
father the deed of gift that made the
cottage his own, and who spoke a kind
word to the gentry for young Dr. Locke
that helped him into practice? . Still no
one but Squire Turner, whom we taught
our children to pray for every night:
For .we were married, and in a few years
had boys, and girls at our knees; and
when tbe eldest was nigh two, the thing
I. needed to make me quite happy hap-pened-
and from far over the sea; where
he had been three twelvemonths, came
our squire with the bonniest lady that
ever - blushed beside him, and the hall
had a mistress at last a mistress who
loved the squire as I loved Evan,'
Eh! but it's an old story. She that 1
remembered . a girl I saw in her coffin,
withered and old.' And then they opened
the vault where the squire had slept ten
years - to put her. beside him; and Tve
nothing left of Evan, my life and my
love, but his memory, and it seems as if
every hope and dream of joy I ever had
was put away- under tombstones. - And
even the Golden George, the great strong
ship that would have borne my- dear
from me, has moldered away at the bot
tom of the sea. And I think my wed-'
ding ring is like to outlast us all, for L
have it yet, and I shall be 90 to-morrow.
Ninety! It's a good old age, and it
can't be long now before I meet Evan
and the rest in heaven. -Gentleman's
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