The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1863-10-10
MISCELLANY.
From Peterson's Magazine for October.
The elawn Sch DOL.
b1 OLAhA AUUOS1h'

Ol bue suulmCl tCIm Vi tuc hOStldWu sIuOoi,
Good wages will be paid to one who can
bring the requisite attachments to work.
Roselawn is situated in most delightfully."-
romantic part of the State; near lake OF
some extent, and affords every facility for
enjoyment usually found in country place.
The society is excellent The church is
scarcely moments walk from the school
house.
Address, for the next two weeks,
. r., COMMITTEE, Roselawn,Vt"
Miss Maud Arabella Whiting read the notice
through with beaming countenance. Then
she read il aloud to her mother, in her best
style Of elocution. Mrs. Whiting scarcely
appreciated it, though buried as she was in at
easy-chair and novel;
Isn't it charming ?" asked Arabela.
Her life had been a strangely uneventiul
one, and at nineteen she was weary OF exist
ance, if one could judge from the die-away
sonnets composed in the privacy of her
chamber, and exhibited only to her dear
friend Matilda Grubb.
Mrs. Whiting was loath to consent to her
daughters project-but Arabella was pertin-
ac:ous; and after few days she Welded.
Arabella wrote to the COMMITTEE" and re-
ceived note forthwith, telling her to be an
Roseawn depot the following Saturday alter
noon, and Mr.. Sawyer the committee would
be there to meet her with his carriage.
Saturday morning she babe her mother an
affecting farewell; and with Pet her lap dog,
and three immense trunks, was soon on her
way to Roselawn. She reached there lust
before shutdown. Amid the usual hurry, noise
and hustle, she was put of, and there she
stood among her trunks and boxes, her lap
dog In her arms, her parasol under her arm,
her reticule in her hand, and her high-topped
bonnet half way of, and down her back.
The depot was blacklist building, about
ten feet square, filed with boxes, rags, and
rough looking men, smoking splitting and
talking politics.
Arabella wanted to scream at the sight of
them but her dog screamed for her-so loud
ly as to draw the attention of the company
SIS Mr.. Sawyer here ?" she ventured to ask,
in trembling voice.
"Pm the chapw said tall, shock-headed
man, in blue roundabout, rising; "and now,
who be you?r
II am Miss Maude Arabella WHITING
"The new school marin? Why land sakes
what have you brung your dog for? You
don't calkerlate to keep school with him in
yer lap, do YEP"
4 "Pet is my confidential companion sir; it
would have broken his heart to have been
separated from me!'
1Wall, 'twoulden't "a been no great loss
Did you know that dogs is taxed 81 head
That's to help on the war, and as I'm pea ce
man, knocked my dog overw
"Oh Mr.. Sawyer how could you? Didn't it
hurt him?"
II 'spect it did, but that warn't my lookout!
He was dead when l picked him up. You'd
better sarve your'n SO! I'll finish him for you,
and welcome"
Arabella clasped Pet still closer, regarding
Mr.. Sawyer with a look of horror
" Oh wall. lest as you saw Of courso I
don't keerl 'Spose you've kept school afore ?"
mo sir this Is my first attempt"
Hum! You don't look much as if you'd
do to wallop Jinkins boys; but then you've
got redish hair, which is pretty shure sign
Of grit. Come jump into the wagn. Where
Is your baggage?"
Arabella pointed it out.
"The land say" calculated Mr.. Sawyer, "what
do you calkerlate to have in them ere trunks /?
Must a brung yer bedding! Needn't "a done
that; we've got plenty of comfortables in the
fore room closet. What have you got in that
box ?" indicating guitar-case; sit looks like
junk bottle with long handle to it,"
"That is my guitar"
"Gittar! land say, that is what my wife had
in her head, last year. Stopped her nose up
so twas wuss than no nose ut all! She took
snuff for 1t. Yes twas the guitar for sartin
Same kind I'll bet. She wont be willing for
you to bring it into the house, but you've got
1t boxed up, twon't be likely to do much
hurt"
"Where Is your carriage?" inquired Ara
bella, anxious to escape from the curious
glances of the crowd about the depot, each
one of whom had taken complete inventory
of everything about her person.
"Rght here" pointing to tall, antiquated
horse cart, with a board across the sides for
seat--the whole concern painted flaming
red, with the wheels. "Climb right in over
the wheels. The boss is jest as stiddy as a
sheep! Don't be afeardp
Goodness graciousp cried ArabelIa, in
dismay, ''you don't expect me to get up there?
Why, ! coulden't do 1t to save my life.'
"Ho! you amt used to climbing, / guess
Why my darter Bets would go right into that
wagin without touching hand Sam" to one
Of the crowd, Ego in and bring out a shoe
box"
Sam did as directed, and Arabella mounted
the box, and from thence reached the wheel
OF the cart. She tumbled in with so much
force as to dislodge poor Pet, (who brought
up in q neighboring mud puddle,) and crushed
In the brim Of her bonnet till it bore strong
resemblance to an old-fasheoned chaise top.
Sam rescued the dog, wiped him on piece
OF newspaper, and restored him to his agoniz-
ed mistress.
The trunks were already in; Mr.. SAWYER
-jerked out, "Glang p and away they went
The ride was good exercise TO both mind
and body. Arabella was obliged to exert
herself to the utmost to keep from pitching
out OF the cart, and poor little Pet tremble
like poplar leaf, and groaned bitterly.
They drew up at last, at Mr.. Sawyer's
front door. Mrs. Sawyer, black eyed
angular woman, came out to meet them.
'Deary me is this the school marin? Why,
she looks eggsacly like Marion Scriggins,
don't she Eben? Polly Marion's terrible trial
TO her poor ma!-so proud, and full of vanity!
What's hapined to yer bunnit do hate the
sight Of them bunnits they look like hod
with flower gardng in front of it.
Whose dog is that are? Deary me! how
ugly he is! Come in do. Ben'll hist yer
down. Here, Ben, come and hist the school
marin DOWN.
Ben broad-shouldered, handsome Young
fellow In his shirt sleeves, advanced and pei
formed the delicate operation, as politely as
could have been expected under the circum-
stances.
"Where am to board asked Arabella,
seating herself in the best rockingham in the
corner OF the fore-room'
"Round! that is the fashion here-You'll
stay with me q week, and then you'll 90 TO
Peaveys. l pity you when you get there!
Peavey's folks Is the awfulest nastiest folks
on the footstool! Mrs. Peavey don't wash
her face nor her hands only once week, and
then she only scares them with water, She
throws her dish water and 'tater peelins out
OF the front door, and the hens is jest as much
to hum In her setting room as they be in the
barnl Lawful hunt! there's that apple sass
bling ALI tho