“Hardhack girls not good ’nough for him, it seems!” sneered Mrs. Leekins.
A resigned and sympathetic sigh broke from the motherly lips present, then Mrs. Leekins cried:
“Gracious sakes! married a widder with children!”
THE SISTERS HASTENED TO THE WINDOW.
It certainly seemed that she told the truth, for Crewne lifted out two children, the youngest of whom seemed not more than three years old.
The gazers abruptly left the window, and the general tone of the meeting was that of melancholy resignation.
“Why didn’t he ever say he was a married man?” asked the prospective Mrs. Faxton, of her lover, that evening.
“Partly because he is too much of a gentleman to talk of his own affairs,” replied Faxton; “but principally because there had been, as he told me this afternoon, an unfortunate quarrel between them, which drove him to the mines. A few days ago he heard from her, for the first time in three years, and they’ve patched up matters, and are very happy.”