Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1858-11-12


er, and he'd fairly frightened her out of
the idee of breakin' Of and found her
so helpless and meek over it, that | lost
all patience and told her I'd done all
could, and now if Twas to deck her of.
I'd do it jest as / would for her funeral
for l felt for all the world as if she was
going to be buried insied of married.
g But says l, thtre'n be somebody
here you don't expect and somebody you
won't care to see.'
"Who do you meat +? says she, look
> in white and scarf, no, Emo?
- Yes says I, Enos for wrote TO
him five days ago, and he'll have jest
time to git here.
She sunk right down on the floor
f where she stood, and dropped her face
t between my feet, and lay as still as if
D twas really goin' to be ftneral Std OF
l weddin'; til bime-by she began to
moan and take on desprit, AMI twist her
4 self out o my arms when l tiled to raise
her up. Jest then heard the gate slam,
!. and looked, and see The Deacon a comm
5 toward the house. Now l vas always
e afraid of the Deacon, he vas such a
e stern, hard man but | knew he loved
his darter, and meant her good and
: when l see him comm, an ida struck
O me, so sudden, it fairly took my breath
!, away for the time bein'. Thinks l to
# myself, he ha'n't no notion how bad she
IS feels; and if he should see her row =
So up l jumped, and ran down stairs
d and spoke to him
20 " Deacon Lankfortr says l.
II But my heart was in my throa ; ant
y he looked at me with such a scOwl, ]
4 couldn't say another word, only Lyd
y dy ? He see somethin' was the matter
TX and up stairs we went together, and her
he we found Lyddy on the floor, jest as Z,
/; left her, only she was sobbin' now as
te her heart was broke.
ID "Lyddy ? says he, what's this ?
He spoke stern, and took hold of hel
and made her sit up; and she was s
IN 'fraid of him, she hushed up right away
d and see that then was the time for NJ
io to say my word, II ever.
'' It's jest this, Mr.. Lankfort,' says
10 She's afraid to tell ye; but you ough
ne to know, and if she won't speak, 1 viii
v She's a cryn' herself to death, cause sh
at don't want to marry that man. Sh
$; don't ike him-she says she don't. Sh
an likes Enos and Enos expects to MARI
. her; and it's like throwin' away all he
so happiness to give him up; and, for m
Vn part, l declare its a sin and a shamep
:" You hush up your nonsense = say
the Deacon to me, lookin' black as
J, thunder-cloud. 'Lyddy has got scho
'e- girl notions enough of her own withol
nd you putin more into her head. Ii
art too late to draw back now, if she wante
tie to. But she don't want to. She air
.rt, so unreasonable. She'll like one hu
re band as well as another arter she's ma
d! ried TO him. What do you girls kno
as about such matters? Now don't len
ce. hear any more of this nonsense, or l
's's give both a good whippin' and shet
upp
= Wa'al, he had shet me up-I couldr
Out say another word
lin - You see it's no use,' says Lydd
her says she, arter he was gone. so do
i've say another word about Enos. | sh
mt try not to think of him any more.
eft he comes--but / don't think he'll con
ook If you wrote five days ago, he ought
lis be here, if he's coming. He never loy
ght, me, or he would have GOMEZ And FRI
lor- that she began to take on agin, layi
I'd all the blame to Enos, cause if he b
tell cared for her, be never would have k
the so long away.
nv For my part, / see the only thi
on left was to go through with it like a
aid job, the quietest way possible. did
TO- speak Of Enos agin, and I'd given
nth his coming, or, at least, his doing q
But good if he did come. Every thing '
do ready fore night. Bot now the Deat
ed began TO grow the least mite uneasy
nos The bridegroom hadn't made bis appe
d in ance. The Boston stage that usua
got along by five o'clock, had been
mt, Iayed somewhere on the road bat {
| ye didn't give me any hope, ] knoV
five 'twould come soon or late, and that
ime Iayin' the ceremony half an hour, n
ter or less, wouldn't make any difference
ged- The Deacon sent over 10 the tavern,
tile got word that one stage had come,
any twas the Hartford. not the Boston sta
bout and Enos wasn't in il.
e. You'd a thought Lyddy wouldn't {
her. much how she looked, standin' up q