The Vermont transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1864-1870, 1864-04-01

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taken a notion that She viii try her
hand at some knitting, She is so i'm
proved of late, and / ann winding the
yarn under her inspection
/ sat down in the cnntz-cushioned
armchair and chatted with both the
women; and the wind stirred the
Ounce tree at the window, while the
sunshine laughed along the corners of
the low ceiling just as it had laughed
q century before, and the yarn ran in Il
swift blue current over Janet's fingers
At last | said to hcr
See here, nay child, You VIII grow
intigued IN standing there before you
get through with the skein. Sit down
and let me hold it for YOU
had never addressed her 50 famil-
iarlv before but somehow She looked
So fair, and pure and childlke, with
her delicate profile half turned towards
me, that the words came uncOnsciouslv
to my lips. She lid not answer me,
only her eyes flashed up moment in
nay face and then filed with tears.
'What is it, JanetY'
/ asked her tins question as together
we stood in the front door, after She
had finished her task
1t was the name my father called
me. l never have heard it since he
went away Oh. say it again, Mr..
Grayson
Janet, l will say the words again if
you viii call me once by my name-the
name l have not heard from the lips Of
woman since my mother died
She bowed her head, and / knew
why she did not speak to me laid
nay hand on her hair, shining like
brown meshes in the sunbeams.
My child, my little Janet, may the
Lord God bless you, and cause the
light of his countenance to shine upon
YOU
There was a little silence
Nathaniel =
IT futtered tinidly out Of her lips,
and the sound is still there.
The sunshine is warm, but there is
a breeze in the tree tops, and it is cool
off there among the meadows, under
the apple trees. 1t is shady walk if
we go around by the creek. VIII you
get your bonnet, Janet r
And Janet went.
We sat down in the long grass under
the apple trees.
Isn't this delicious = asked Janet
taking off her bonnet
Yes Death often yields more
sweetness than life p
Only two weeks more
A quick start, a tone of deep regret
emphasized the words.
THAT is all, and had letter from
my friend, the principal Of the semi
nary to which you are engaged, stating
that he should like you to be there by
the twenty-eighth ] cannot bear the
thought that l must give up my little
teacher so soon.
Il shall have no more such easy
teaching
She said it sadly, and TREMENDOUSLY
too, as though she dared not trust her
voice
Il owe you more than I do all my
other teachers, Janet You have done
me the most good.
Il Mr. Grayson p
'Yes; for you have shown me what
true noble, self-sustained woman may
be III all circumstances, because You
have redeemed and consecrated life to
me once more, and because you have
restored my lost faith in woman
Her soul rose into her face.
al = /. I tl,tr
Mr. Grayson, she faltered
no matter; but now my heart Is sad
with the thought of losing my little
teacher; l want to be her pupil always
VIII you take me, Janet, to be your
pupil not for days, or months, or
terms, but for life
And God and / heard Janet Mat
thews make a whispered answer
Nathaniel, Nathaniel r she said, II
little while after with her sweet tones
winding in and out of the syilables,
1T is a soft, sweet, gliding name. How
your mother must have loved it -
And then / told her how | had seen
her for the first time from my chamber
window, that summer morning, when |
sat there under the burden OF my new
ly-found wealth, with no hearth TO be
gathered into mine; and ! told her all
my vague faucies and conjectures as |
watched her bending over her work
And you found your ideal over n
wash tub What a terribly unroman-
tic heroine :" and "A laugh rang in mer-
nv gurgles from her lips
But, she added, seriously, 1T cost
me hard struggle to go up to the ho-
tel and ask for TINT washing.
My brave girl | know it must.
But if you had not done it we might
have gone apart all our lives"
"And You viii take me, Nathaniel
you, so cultivated, fastideous and al
most millionaire me, without dol
lar in the world, and whom you found
over wash tub"
"And finding you there, my own lily,
| was a richer man than all the gold
in my lmcle's Golfers made me,
Little Janet is my wife now, and oil
she has been 10 me of strength, and
rest and healing, Of grace, and re