Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1859-12-30

your house-work-madc your beds, washed
your Dishes &c >
Yes, said Laura, with ruefu sigh, for
she hated all such work, though she had to
attend to il each day.
We'll, them you poor little martyr, some
day when am rich, / will take you to live,
where you shall have nothing Of the kind to
do In the meantime, get your hat and my
straw basket, and you shall sit under the pine
trees and read, while go out into the field
and gather raspberres. And the dogs must
go with us-where are they?'
She took a small leaden whistle from her
pocket and sounded t. The next moment a
Newfoundland puppy rushed around the cor
ner Of the house, and made clumsy spring
over the gate. nearly knocking her down. as
she came forward to meet him. An active
little water spaniel, with an intelligent face,
beautiful, dark eyes. and icathery tail which
was always in motion, flew after him, and
jumped, up in her face with shrill bark of
Joy.
so, Brave so, Beauty good dogs she
said caressing them, and allowing them to
lick her cheek and hands to their hearts con-
tent. we are going TO have holiday, and
eat oil the berries we can find. Now for
run--wcl II SEE who will get 90 the bottom of
the hill FIRST.
Through the gate they dashed, just as Laura
came ont Of the door with parasol book and
basket--and that discreet young lady witness
ed a helter-skoter race. which ended in the
victory of the spaniel and his mistress, and
the discontinue Of the Newfoundland, Who
after rolling over some half dozen times on
the way. finished the business by plunging
head first into little pool Of water by the
roadside, and Immediately after, walking out
and presenting his wet paw to Leonora, who
sat upon the bank with Beauty at her feet
Between the hearty laugh of the young girl
the deep bark of Brave and the saucy. excit-
ed yep Of Beauty, Laura was fnn to hold her
hands over her ears as she arrived upon the
scene Of action.
well, my lady. what is the matter: asked
Leonora. tanning herself with her hat, and
laughing at Lauras look of dismay, as Brave
seemed meditatng an attack upon her.
He is so wet-and if he jumps upon me,
shall have to go back and change all my
things. Leo.
That would be pity. Here, sir
She took the basket Rom her cousin 8 hand,
and gave it TO the dog to carry, with strong
admou,tion to behave himself Then Beauty
grew jealous, and was appeased 10y being
placed in charge of tho book. and the two an-
the road. leaving Laura free to hold her par
asol. as well as her dress and to choose the
softest path across the fields Leonora whis-
tied as they walked along 1t was very inn
proper and unladylikc. own-and yet the
Hear me Norma was as sweetly executed a'
if q prin,a donna had hreu 'tn the iorc. Hy
and-by she turned to her silent companion.
Have you lost your tongue, Laura
.No-I was listening to YOU.
What book is Beauty carrying so ginger
.Tonuyson's poems, The volume you gay,
me, last year
.Ah. know. Bound all in blue, and blu,
is true Come into the garden Maud, She
hummed. And by the way, what swec
thought that is, Laura"
'What thought?
AT the end of the poem. | half forge
the words but he is saying that if he were
dead. and Maud came near his grave, h'
should know it,
NV heau would hear her aud beat,
Had IL lain for century dead
Would start and uomple under her icct,
And blossom in purple and red
can lust imagine that, can YOU, Laura;
n We'll. no, because it is an imposiblity,
he said her matter-of-fact cousin.
Of 'Pshaw ! mean | can imagine such love
ir believe l could feel itI am sure ] could
tn And if any one ! loved so, should stand b.
ir my grave, | would blossom at his feet il
,k mourning violets
L. What queer idea, Leo!
ID because love them so. think no sweet
Id er flowers ever grew | am not sure but th
or maiu attraction about that lonely, little farm
w house Of yours is the bed of yiolcts outsid
ac the door
lg Laura looked up Indignantly, but the half
smile on her cousins face re-assuied her
be You only say that to tease me. Fredericl
by Byrne used to say the same thing about th
he tamarac trees, when he first came. He de
,n clared they drew him out of New York be
e, fore he knew it--but-but-
he But YOU found he liked something else a
es the farm house besides tamarac trees, sup
nd pose, said Lonora silly. touching a prett
ly ring her cousin wore. We'll, he is a nobl
he fellow shall be very glad to take him int
he the family But the less that is said OF hi
ne bosom frend-the Hidalgo-the better
Of Now. Leo, how can you call him sucl
n, names
ne NV dear, he is dark enough for Span
b. lard if nature was mistaken in selecting hi
be place of birth, it is not my fault
p 4 fancy nature had very little to say abou
at | cannot imagine why you dislike him So.
yo Il suppose it is the string of Bunker Hi
,e blood within me. | always feel very pugna
he cious when he is at hand.
ed 81 know you do, and he often wonders a
Ier it, and so does Fred. and SO do /. And h
Ter is such a splendid artist, and you so fond
les pictures | am ashamed of you Leo.
mt No answer. but as they entered the pin
I'm woods, the young lady addressed whistle
he Yankee Doodle very persovcringly, and too
To- the basket and book from the dogs.
IN you ought at least to be decently gratoir
lid to Mr.. Francis, for the fine picture you hay
- of Brave and Beauty, if for nothing more
of pleaded Laura.
he Yes he did one thing well then. B.
&C. why do You care about my liking or dislkin
ZEN him. SO DO not object to your Frederlci
,he that is quite enough let Mr.. Francis com
use and 20 as he likes, it is nothing to either
ell US. lie is ugly, awkward, and dare so
as ill-tempered into the bargain.
she How can you say such thing : e1claln
yn, ed Laura, reused to open rebellion. AS f'