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"Oh! there is nothing funny about it not a bit of laugh; all cry." "Land! a crying valentine." "Yes, a baby." "Squire Sloughman!" said Miss Henrietta, with severe dignity. "Yes, my dear, Miss Henrietta; I'll tell you all about it. You remember my niece, who treated me so shamefully by running away and marrying.
She had returned from her visit, and as Miss Henrietta succeeded in lighting the lamp, her bright face peeped in the door, and she said: "Aunty, Squire Sloughman is coming up the walk." "Bless her sweet face! There is my Henrietta now!" exclaimed the visitor, and before the shade was adjusted on the lamp, she was alone. The handsome stranger was in the next room with Etta!
Now, Etta's provided for with a valentine, I'm here offering myself and my valentine to you. Say yes or no; I'm in a hurry now." "Pity but you had been so years ago," thought Miss Henrietta; but she said: "Squire Sloughman, I think it the duty of every Christian to do all the good she can. So, for that cause, and charity toward the helpless little infant, I consent to become " "Mrs.
But Squire Sloughman was waiting for some one to admit him, and she had no more time to think over the recent conversation, or to determine whether or not Mr. Linton was aware of her blunder. Squire Sloughman was cordially welcomed, and after being seated a while, observed: "You have got a visitor, I see," pointing to the stranger's hat lying on the table beside him. "Yes, Etta's got company.
It's from the village," said the little old postmaster, with a merry laugh. Yes, no mistaking, it was a valentine, directed in a fine manly hand to Miss Henrietta Mayfield. "From Squire Sloughman," thought Miss Henrietta. "He has spoken, or rather written his hopes at last." But, no, that was not his handwriting.
There are only three unmarried men in our village; which of them would you like for your valentine; Jake Spikes, the blind fiddler; Bill Bowen, the deaf mail-boy, or Squire Sloughman? If the squire sends a valentine, I rather guess it will be to me. Oh, I forgot! There's the handsome stranger that boarded last summer with Miss Plimpkins. I noticed him at church Sunday.
The brides, Aunt Henrietta and little Etta, equally sharing the admiration of the guests. Mrs. Sloughman admitted to herself, after all, it was the valentine that brought the squire out. And she is often heard to say that she had fully proved the truth of the old saying, "It's an ill wind that blows nobody good.
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