Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1858-10-15

W idlNN utI up HtNl ANtn Iihlh NhN kAN'
slam, and looked, and see the Deacon a com
in toward the house. Now | was always
afraid of the Deacon. he was such stern
hard man but / knew he loved his dartcr,
and meant her good and when saw him
comm. an idee struck me, so sudden, it fair
ly took my breath away for the time bein'.-
Thinks / 70 myself, he ha'n't no notion how
bad She feels and if he should see her nowl
So up jumped, and ran down stairs, and
spoke to him
"'Dcacon Lankfort says !.
"But my heart was in my throat and he
looked at me with such a scowl, ! couldn't
say another word, only 'Lyddy! He sec
somethin' was the matter and up stairs we
went togothor and there we found Lyddy on
the floor, Jest as I'd left her, only she was
sobbin now as If her heart was broke.
"LyddyW says he. what's this "
Tie spoke stern, and took hold Of her. and
made her sit up and she was SO lraid of
him, she hu>hcd up right away. and see that
then was the time for me 60 say my word, if
ever.
"lfs jest this Mr. Iankfort. says L.
She's afraid TO tell yc but yon ought 90
know. and if she won speak, will She's
cryin' herself % death. cause she don't want
20 marry that man She don't like him-shc
says she don't She likes Enos and Enos
expects to marry her and it's like THROWN
away all her happiness TO give him up and.
for my part declare it's sin and shame
You hush mp your nonsenscI says the
deacon to me. loobin black as thunder
cloud 'Lyddy has got schoolgirl notions
enough Of her own without you putin more
into her head. Its too late to draw back
now. if she wanted to- But she don't want
10. She ant so uureason bic. She'll like
one husband as we'll as another after she's
married to him. What do you girls know a.
bout such matters Now don't lemo hear
any more of this nonsense, or III give ye
both a good whippn' and shct We up
oval, he bad shot ne up--l couldn't say
another word
"'You see it's no use Lyddy. says She, ar
ter he gone was gone. SO don say another
word about Euos. I shall try not 20 think
of him any more. If he comcs--but don {
think hc'll come If you wrote five days ago,
me ought TO be here, if hos coming He me-
yer loved me. or be would have come And
from that she began TO take ON agin, laying
all the blame 70 Enos, cause If he had cared
for her, he never would have kept SO long a.
way.
"For my part, ] see the only thing left was
to 40 through with it like bad Job, the quiz
etest way possible didn't speak of Enos
agin, and d given up his coming, or, at least,
his doing any good if he did come. Every
thing was ready fore night. But now the
Deacon began to grow the least mite uneasy.
The bridegroom hadn't made his appearance.
The Boston stage that u1ually got along by
five clock. had been delayed somewhere on
the road bat that didn't give me any hope,
! knowed 'twould come soon OF late and that
deiayiu the ceremony half an hour more or
less. wouldn't make any difference. The
Deacon sent over to the tavern, and got word
that one stage had come. but twas the Hart
ford. not the Boston stage; and Enos wasn't
in it,
"Youd thought Lyddy wouldn't caro-
much how she looked, standin up to be mar
ried under such sarcums tances. But wo-
mans woman, arter all was provoked to
see her iorgit all about Enos, to think of her
dress. and look in the glass and prink. and
ask about this thing and that, what would be-
come her, and what wouldn't; and put on
smiles aiorchand. lest as she was the happicst
bride on arth But then thought, it's the
natur' of woman vanity TO want to look
pcrty, even in the coffin couldn't feel to
blame I.yddy so much arter all
"'Twasn dark yit,when the invited guests
began to come your gran ther Slade rode up,
hossback, biingin Thankful Slade behind
him, ON a piiion. Finally, the minister and
his wife come, aloot; she wore a trail to her
dress IA yard long, which was the fashion, and
she had it pinned up onto her waist, to keep
it out of the dust of the road. The waist of
her dress was made to come Jest under her
arms The minister was pompous suuttin'
little man, not more five feet tall and he
wore short brecches, with knee buckles, a
cooked hat and an immense wool wig. white
as bleaching would make it, and frizzled all
over his head. / guess you ID laugh to sec your
minister and his wife comm to a weddin, or
any where, nowadays, dressed in that Style
The girls laughed at the picture; and the
old lady, having refreshed herself with pinch
of snuff, proceeded;
"Bime-by Steve Warner, boy that lived
at the Deacons, come back from the tavern,
where he'd been sent with one-hoss wagin, to
wait for the stage and bring the bridegroom
over with his trunk lie was alone, and
crackin' his whip Me and Lyddy looked out
from her winderi and when we see that the
gentleman from Boston wa with him, out
hearts jumped for JOY The Deacon ran out
in terrible state of excitement and the