The Vermont transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1864-1870, 1864-12-02

an idea to finish up with, and beat
'Hail Columbia on the crown of his
hat with his finger-ends
Five minutes elapsed in awkward
silence, and then Mr.. Pellet came to
the conclusion that he had better go,
and rose accordingly.
pray come and see us again, Mr.
Pellet" said Mrs. Power, sweetly.
'Thank'ee," said that gentleman.
I'm going out of town for day or
two-that is, week, and-well, /
will drop in when come back from
Steele's Mills"
"Steele's Mills2" calculated Mrs.
Power. Is.that the place you are 60
ing to?"
"Yes-it's about bad debt of the
firms"
Dear me, what very singular con
cidence," smiled Mrs. Power. "My
sister, Mrs. AmaGiah Corney, lives in
Steele's Mills. Do pray call and see
her"
Il shall be delighted, said Mr.. Pei
let.
"And, Violet, pursued Mrs. Power,
''you can send those slippers to your
uncle-it will be such an excellent
opportunity"
There is no hurry about them, ="
said Violet, listlessly
"My darling heard you say only
yesterday that you wished they were
despatched. Bring them down imme-
diately-why, what can you be think
ing OFF,"
Violet went-languidly enough; and
Mr.. Pellet broke out into a perspira-
ton Of satisfaction as he wrote down
Mrs. Amaziah Conveys direction.
1t was nearly fifteen minutes before
she returned--and then, deep with
the brown paper cerements which
wrapped the worked slippers, she had
slipped in tiny note written on lilac
paper and sealed with carrier-doye
in fine lilac wax. And this is what it
said
"MY DARLING Aunt Dolly These
slippers viii be presented to you by
tho most disagreeable old bachelor
alive; wish he had gone to the bottom
of the Caribbean Sea before be had
ever came here tormenting poor little
harmless me He's going to propose
I know he is-and papa will make
me say yes, just because the wretch
owns bank stock and mortgages. Oh,
aunty If ! only had your ready wit
and quick resolution. What shall l do ?
hide in the cellar when he comes here,
or invite him to tea and put strychnine
in the cup? It's no laughing matter,
Aunt Dolly want your kind shout
der to cry my eyes out on, for mamma
is on the enemy's side. One thing is
certain. l shall be wretched for life if
he does marry me. Pray think up
some remedy for your disconsolate
little niece VIo1Er"
And Mr.. Elijah Pellet took the ex-
press train for the station whence a
daily stage crawled over the hills to
Steele's Mills with his rather uncom-
plimentary note lurking in one of the
toes of Uncle Amaziah Conveys new
slippers.
A splendid old farmhouse, with its
sloping caves all hidden in snowy
clouds of cherry blossoms, and odo-
rous branches of southernwood on
each side of the garden gate--velvet
fields stretching away to blue, tran
quill stream, gnarled apple orchards
whose knotty boughs were just begin
ming to blush with pink clustering
buds-Mr Pellet came suddenly upon
its rural beauty as he turned the
sweep in the road, and he almost en-
We'd the quiet life of Amaziah Corney.
walk in, Squire; walk in,' said
Uncle Amaziah, beaming all over with
hearty hospitality. "My wifell be
powerful glad t see We. Dolly here's
Il
gentleman that knows your brother
Hiram's folks in York, and he's brought
me pair O. slippers that our little vi
olet worked for her old uncle, Dolly,
say-Dolly
And Mrs. Corney came tripping in,
"a rosy matron of about forty-fve,
with sunny brown hair under the neat
est of lace caps, and a complexion like
her own apple blossoms. She held
out her plump palm with welcome
no whit less cordial than her hus-
bands.
"Well calculated Uncle Amaziah,
lost in admiration of the slippers he
was turning round and round on his
ponderous hand, 'if these ere lalocks