Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1858-09-04

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That's P'scill,' said the village YOUTH twist
ing his mouth into queer expression, and eve
ing Archy with slant, shrcwd leer. You've
come past. Foer me, and I'll show We. Lool
out for your shins ?
He spat upon his hands, rubbed them togcth
er, and once more addressed himself to th,
wheelbarrow The young man turned up t,
the fence that enclosed the green -emboweret
cottage, from about which brcathed the delight
ful odor of pnks and roses.
Wish you'd Jest open that gate said he
holding the wheel-barrow Archv, who wa.
unaccustomed to opening gates for people stood
amazed at this audacity. But the young man
! repeating his request, he concluded to take 4
! benevolent and humorous view of the matter
and. stepping before the wheel, rendered the
service Clear the track now and the young
man began TO push
Hold take care = cried Arch. in peril ofhi,
| legs. You scoundrel" " lie flourished his cane
| But as the whcel-harrow continued to advance
his alternative was either to suffer a collision OF
retreat. Preterring the latter, he went back
ward into the yard. Going backward into the
yard he struck his heel against the border of a
flower-bed. Striking his heel, he tripped as
was natural, and lost his balance. being unable
to recover which. he made plunge, falling in
the most awkward of all positions. His cane
few into the air, his hat into the bushes, and
instantly he found himself deeply seated amidst
some of the aforesaid odorous pinks and roses
Hello look out darnatonr calculated the
youth of the wheel eel-barrow-'tumblin'o over them
beds! P'scill ii be in your hair Which last
allusion prompted the unfortunate Mr.. Blossom
to catch at his wig, that useful article having
found closer affinity with a rose bush than
with the head to which it belonged.
Young man " said Archy, regaining his feet
and gathering up his hat and stick, YOU deserve
to be caned within an inch of your life;
DO though " and the youths shrewd leer
frightened into an expression of sparkling fun
Il han't done noth'n, only showed YOU where we
live
Who cares where you live?' retorted Archv.
pale and agitated, hastily brushing his clothes
You remorseless idiot l inquired for Mrs.
Blossoms house
Wal, amt shown ye? This is our house !;
I'm her cousin, said the youth, Il amt to blame,
as | see, for Your goin' onto the bed backward :
Il must always he a victim = growled Archv,
using his handkerchief for a duster Young
man. | am Benjamin Blossoms brother. and |
wish to see Mrs. Blossom
'Jimmyneddy" cried the youth-'be We
though? Darned if didn't think YOU was the
new minister | wouldn't have doneit-I mean,
didn't mean to-lemme brush off the dirt
"'iN HS iSh " using MS ullWdSucu nulluS about
Archls person with Il freedom more alarming
than any quantity of unadulterated dirt. The
poor bachelor was endeavoring to defend him
self when young woman appeared, coming out
OF the house, and inquirng eagerly what was the
trouble
young woman-she might have been for.
ty; but she was still fresh and good looking,
with plump FIGURE, hazel eyes, a genuine com
plexion, teeth that were teeth. beautiful hair of
her own, and pleasing smile. The smile
beamed, and at the same time the hazel eyes
shone through tears, when the wheel-barrow
youth announced Mr. Blossoms brother
'Oh, dear, good brother Archvr she excaim
cd, with something between u sob and a cry of
JOY
MY afflicted sster-began Archy. who had
composed pathetic little speech. appropriate
to the occasion. lie paused, either from for
gettulncSs or emotion. rs she made a move
mcnt indicative of falling into his arms, he op-
ened them Seeing them opened, she could do
no less than fall into them. So the afflicted
couple embraced, and Mrs BENJAMIN Blossom
wtpt upon Mr.. Archibald Blossoms shoulder.
10 think we should meet, for the first time
since my marriage, on such an occasion = muir
INJURED Mrs. Blossom.
'Aou have changed very little since that time
said Archy, gallantE regarding her at arms
length.
Brother Archy,' faltcred Priscilla, wiping her
eyes, this is my cousin, Cyrus Drole : and the
bachelor was formally introduced to the youth
OF the whecl-barrow. Cyrus offered to shake
hands, and Archy, after some hesitation, gave
him two fingers. And these said Mrs Bios
som, are my-his-his children = meaning her
late husbands not the grinning Cyrus's She
burst into tears and catching up the Youngest
of the lamented Benjamin's progeny. as they
came running out of the house, almost smoth-
cred it with kisses.
Archy took out his handkerchief again, wiped
first the two fingers Cyrus had shaken, and then
his eyes.
Poor little dcars ? he said, much Affected
How could Benjamin ever leave for a moment
$3.50 interesting family
'Bcnjie-Phidie-Arc Mrs. Blossom call
ed the names of the three older children accor-
ding to their ages, this is your uncle-your
kind, dear uncle-your fathers only brother,
and now all the father you have left More
sobs of the choking species. Kiss your good
unclen
Dear little ones-yes,' said Archy give your
uncle kiss Il am going to be yictim-I
know am = he added, in parenthesis, to him
self) There! there therer embracing the
three children in succession, but invariably al
lowing the kisses to explode before their faces
touched his, and then putting them immediate
" away lie was congratuatng himself on
having done up this little business so handsome
ly, when Mrs. Blossom reminded him
This is the youngest-the baby brother Ar
chy-dont forget the baby
Bless his little heart no. said Archy, gayly
f'ncing with his forefnger; 'tut-tutf cock-a
doodlc-do' Really, and upon my soul, what
fine boy it is
but its GIRL said Priscilla, huggng the
frightened little thing to keep it from crying.
'Oh indeed my mistake. But it's all the
same till they get their baby frocks off, replied
Archy, And the procession moved into the
house, Cyrus Drole bringing up the rear. Pris-
cilla hastily emptying the large rocking chair
OF a cat, two kittens, and a doll, offered her
brother-in-law seat.
That's my pussy said Benjie (young Bios
som number one, Pt. ~
My DOLL screamed Phde (number two, at.
5)
Mammals chair cried little Blossom number
three; and before Archy the uncle could sit
down, Archy the nephew had scrambled into
it,
'Archy, my DEAR demonstrated the mother, |
get down and give your uncle the chair But |