Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1857-11-20

of rage and anazement at his unpleasant
penetration.
I'm sure I don't care what George
Tucker thinks, said she with toss of
her curly head.
HIM uttered Long, meditatively, /
lucky! l 'xpect lie carries too many +
guns to Be stoered by a woman; It's a |
kinder pity you amt man, Sally; meb-
be you'd argufy him round then; its
plain as the Gulf you can't crook his |
v'yage; he's too stiff for wimmiu-folks,
that is a factr
Oh, Long Snaps Long Snaps how
many wives, in how many ports, went to
the knowledge of feminine nature that
dictated that speech? Sally set her lips
From that hour George Tucker was
doomed man; but she said nothing more
audible than Good night Long looked
at her, as she lit the tallow dip by the
fire, and chuckled when he heard her
shut the milk-room door in the safe dis
tance. He was satisfied.
The next afternoon, Sally was weed
ing onions in the garden ;-heroines did
in those days the currant bushes had
but just leafed out; so George Tucker.
going by, saw her; ard she, who had
seen him coming before she began to
weed, accidentally Of course, looked up
and gave him very bright smile. That
was the first spider-thread, and the fly
stepped into it with such a thrill!
/ OF course he stopped, and said,-
What pleasant day the saving
phrase of life. Then Sally said some
thing he couldn't hear, and he Ieaped the
low fence without being asked, rather
f than request her to raise her voice; he
was so considerate! Next he remem
5ered, Just as he turned to go away, tina
: there were some white violets down il
e the meadow, that Sally always liked
a Couldn't she spend time to walk down
y there across lots and get some? Sally
thought the onions could not be left
Truth to tell, her heart was in her mouth
: She had been playing with edge-tools
but just then she smelt a whiff of smok,
i from Long Snapps's pipe, and the re
# solve of last night came back; her fac
:. relented, and George seeing it, used hi
utmost persuasiveness; so the result wa
It that Sally washed her hands at the well
e and away they went, in the most Sc
rene silence, over fences, grass-lots, an
bitches, through bits of woodland, an
: fields of wintergreen, till they reaches
IS the edge Of the great meadow, and sa
d down on a log to rest. It was rather
4 good place for that purpose. An oil
10 pine had fallen at the feet of a maiesti
n cluster of its brethren, so close that tn
"A broad column Of one made natur;
T back to part of the seat. The groun
v was warm, dry sand, strown with fin
d dead leaves ofpast seasons, brown an
aromatic. A light south wind woke Il
Y. voices of every bough above, and ii
m melancholy susurrus rose and fell in del
O. cate cadences while beyond the gree
- meadow, Westbury River, a good-size
10 brook. babbled and danced as if ther
n were no pine-tree laments in the world
l Ibelieve the air, and the odor, al
il the crying wind drove the yiolets qui
out of both the two heads that droop,
1g silently over that pine log. If Sally h;
up been nervous or poetical, she would ha'
ID, been glad to recollect them; but no SUI
cd morbidness invaded her healthy soul
nd She sat quite still till George said, in
suppressed and rather broken tone,-
at was sorry TO vex you last mig
as Sally I would not be sorry for an
nd thing else
ge You did grieve me very much Mist
George said Sally, affecting a little d
nd fance in her address, but sufIicien
a tender in manner.
Pi- Well, suppose you don't see 1T
lie way do returned George and I
ID very sorry, for I had rather please }
his than anybody else
BPS This was especially tender, and
Of possessed himself Of Sally's little ]
hand, unaware or careless that it sm
rk- Of onions but It was Withdrawn "
decidedly.
ng, i think you take strange way
showing your liking ? shifted the da
po- sci.
George sat astounded. Another t
lg spider-thread stopped the fly sol
up ray Of blue sped sideways out Of Sal
oty, eye, that meant / don't object to
liked
Do wish with all my heart I knew
I'd GOOD way 70 please vou' ne feryel