Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1823-1847, 1842-05-10

Qulckl my horse, Jim he cried jumping from
the hackney coach as it it drew I'D at the stables
in Crosby Street ~ ~S S''''e-
All, your honor, and you're come back is tive
ar, said Jim, the ostler with broad grin of vel
come; an its the pretty bastes ven ind in good
ordther They have been four weeks to grass and
came IN yesterday as We honor writ TO boss and bv
the same token | seed the letther.'
Wen, WELL hurry, jim interrupted Morris; Il
dare say they are in fine condition.
An you may say that, an twice over again.
an IT'LL be no lie at all at ALL said Jim cong 10
the stalls Is 1t one or the pair your honor III
haveF =
The pair Put them in at once
1t shall be DOM right to the FORE yer honor
Ooh, wont the darlints feel their keeping2 They
III kick the miles behind EN- like paving stonesT'
Morris smiled at Jim's encomiums upon bIs
horses, and in few minutes afterwards was seal.
ed in his buggy with the fawn colored lines in his
hands. Jim now gave the last gentle rubbing
down with the palm of his hand to the beautiful
neck OF the right horse, and stepping pace a,
side from the line ofthe wheels, pronounced all
right
Edward Morris did not wait for second notice,
out drawing lightly on the reins so that the horses
could just feel the pressure, he spoke a word to
them and they started Off at rapid and dashino
pace. Turning down Blocker street into the
Bowery ne soon crossed upon the avenue when
he gave them reic.
Come, my noble fellows he said as thew flew
along the smoothe course, you must make up this
afternoon for your long idleness. Trot, YOU know
the road see and as gladas am to be on it once
more
Away they flew with their impatient master
and just as the sun was setting, two and half
hours after leaving his stable, Edward drew rein
al the gate of the avenue that led to his fathers
house His own footman, Tho had seen him de-
scendng hill mile distant on the highway
threw open the gateand the next instant he alight,
ca from his buggy at the door of his paternal
home
My son = exclaimed the old gentleman. has.
tenng to meet HIM, and CHANGING inouiringlv at
the reeking horses, welcome, indeed but what
has happened2 Your aunt, | hope
All well, father. Aunt is at home in Bleek.
er street.
Well, am g lad to see you, my dear boy. You
look fnely-but how the devil YOU do drive,-
And the old merchant looked again at the steeds
whose breasts and nostriIs were white with foam,
and shook his head
They have not been driven for some time. sir
said Edward, smiling at the secret cause of his
haste, which his father could not divine, and which
indeed he would not frankly acknowledge to him.
self
Perhaps so-perhaps So John walk them
about in their harness half an hour, and when YOU
strip them rub them till they are dry. and then
blanket them closely. Ifthey catch cold Edward
will lose them. Come in, my boy, and tell us all
about Charleston
Edward followed his kind father in, but ere he
did SO ne glanced unconscousy in the direction of
the Woodruff farm and beckoned John to him
John,has any thing happened about here since
l have been absent b
'Happened-no, sir
Amy body dead--that is any body marriedr
No, sir, believe not
No news then, John2 How do the farmers
about us get alongP
Bout as usual, sir,
Farmer Woodruff still lives up the meadowT
Yes, sir
Sure there is no news, JohpF
Yes, sir, quite sure, Ifthere was I'd known
it, as I've been here with the old gentleman al,
most ever since you left
Very well. John. See that the horses are care,
fully groomed'
Yes, SIR said John touching his hat as his
master entered thehouse.
Edward fingered over the tea-table with as much
patience as his impotence to get away would per,
NIT him to exercise. He related all that could in.
erest his father in reference to his southern tour
and replied to the numerous questions he put to
him without any outward signs of annoyance
AT length, when the clock struck nine, he man.
aged to excuse himself with the plea of looking af
ter his horses, plea which the old gentleman
very readily admitted Edward, however, merely
glanced into the stable and asked John how they
were, and then continued past it 10 a narrow gate
which led into lane II was a clear starlight
night, and, familiar with the way, he walked rap
idly through the lane until he came to its extrem.
ty near the creek. Here he struck into path
beside the water, and followed it for some timea
length he came to the very place in the hedge o,
yer which he had sprung after Barton, on first
seeing Biddy in the meadow He again climbed
over it and instinctively hastened onward until he
reached the old appe'tree where he had parted
from her Here he stopped and took Of his hat
with sort Of tender reverence,
Yes, this is the well remembered spot Hero
is the old root upon which we sat, side by side,
her hand in mine How often have my thoughts
wandered back to this tree How often have
lived over again in my memory the happy hour
passed here with her.-gentle guileless, and so
very fair All me 1 am in love and need not
longer try to disguise it My presence on this