Wisconsin herald, and Grant County advertiser. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1844-1845, 1845-03-01
VOL. IL.
II. LANCASTER, SATURDAY. MARCH, t. Is45


most times better than a good many,
tor | am as strong as a lior, and all
men amt !; but supposing it should real
y be that we have no right to a New
lear-supPosing we really are intrud-
ing
'Why, father, fatherr said the pleas
ant voice again.
Toby heard it this time started !;
stopped; and shortening his sight, which
had been directed long way off, as
seeking for enlightenment in the very
heart of the approaching year, found
himself face to face with his own child,
and locking close into her eyes.
Bright eyes they were. Eyes that
would bear fathomcd. Dark eyes, that
reflected back the eyes which searched
them; not flashingly, or at tho owners
will, but with clear, calm honest. pa
tent radiance, claiming kindred with
that light which Heaven called into
being. Eyes that were beautiful and
true, and bcaming with Hope. With
Hope so young and fresh; with Hope
so bouyant, vigort US and bright, des-
pitc the twenty years Of work and pov,
erty on which they had looked; that
they became voice to Trotty Week.
and said:
Il think we have some buiness here
"a littlc!'
Trotty kissed the lips belonging to the
eyes and squeezed tie blooming face
between his hands.
why, Pet said Trotty. What's
to do? | didn't expect you to day, Meg
Neither did expect to come, father,
cried the girl, nodding her head, and
smiling as she spoke. But here ami
And not alone; not alone!'
why you don't mean to say OBJ
served Trotty, looking curiously at
covered basket which she carried on
her hand. that you-'
Smell it. father DEAR said Meg
Only small it!'
Trotty was going to lift up the cover
Mt once, in Il great hurry, when she
gaily interposcd her hand.
No, no, no, said Meg with the glcc
of a child. Lengthen it out a little.
Let me just lift up the corner; just the
little tiny corner, you know said Meg,
shifting the action to the word with the
utmost gentlcnss, and spanking very soft,
~, as if size were afraid of being over
head by something inside the basket,
"there. Now. What's thatY
Toby took the shortest possible sniff
at the edge Of the baskets, and cried out
in rapture
Why it's ho,!'
SITS burning hot, cried Meg. Hal
ha! ha! it's scalding hot y
fla. ha. hap roared Toby, with a
sort of kick. Tt's scaldtng hot p
But what is it, father said Meg
Come, you have Mt guessed what it is.
And you must guess what it is Ican't
think Of taking it out, till you gness
what is. Don't be in such a hurry!
Wait minute! A little bit more of the
cover. Now guess
Meg was in a perfect fright lest he
should guess right too soon; shrinking
away as she held the basket toward
him; curling up her pretty shoulders;
stopping her cars with her hand, as if
by so doing she could keep the right
word out of Toby's lips; and laughing
softly the whole time.
Meanwhile Toby, putting hand on
each knee, bent down his nose to thu
basket, and took long Inspiration to
the lid; the grin upon bis withercd
face expanding in the process, as if it
were inhaling laughing gas.
'Ah. It's very NICE said Toby. 1T
anti suppose it ant Poloniesp
NO, no, MOP cried Meg, delighted.
Nothing like Polonicsp
Mo- said Toby, after another sniff.
It's-it's mellower than Pclonies. It's
very nice. Ii improves every moment.
It's too decided for Trottcrs. An itr
Meg was in ecstacy. He could not
have gone wider of the mark than Trot-
tors except Polonies.
'Liver,' said Toby, commnning with
himsclf.-'No. There's a mildness
about it that don't answer to liver
Petitocs? No. 1t ant faint enough for
petitocs. II wants the stringiness of
Cocks heads. Ard | know it amt sau-
sages. I'll tell you what it is. It's
chitterlings'
mo it ANTI cried Meg. in burst of