The Vermont transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1864-1870, 1865-09-29

u shall cndeavor to preserve
spirit Of resignation said Becky drily.
Miss Anastasa was little puzzled
at the new kitchen maids perfect self
possession, and went down stairs to
resume the perusal Of the yellow COW
cred pamphlet, not exactly satisfied
with the effect produced by her lofty
speeches
Mr.. Calender Smith was packing
his trunks to leave the city.
An occupation which Mr.. Calender
Smith particularly dctestcd and so
he had given himself recess for the
purpose Of smoking a cigar.
He was dark handsome young
man with bright arch eyes and very
black harlan offhand, gypsy style Of
good looks, that correspondent with
the crimson dressing gown to a charm.
And withal, there was frank light
under the jutting lashes that made
people like Calender Smith whether
they would or no.
II don't sec" soliloquised Mr.
Smith, chow these things are ever 60
ing into my trunks It's like the story
of the Arabian Nights the boots and
things have swelled to twice their size
since they came out If cram EN- in
anyhow, and jump ON 'em for cum
pactness, it's bad for the cologne bot
ties and fancy inkstands; if | pack
EN- loose, I'd like to know how ff-
teen pairs of boots, and dressing case
are going into one vahse? Who's
that Come in, jefferson I can't
ask you to take chair, because, you
see, they're all full; but 1 shall be
very happy if YOU will take the top Of
a trunk, or the coal scuttle.
CARL jefferson advanced gingerly
into the room, carefully avoiding the
many traps and pitfalls that strewed
the floor and sat down ON an empty
hat-box
Packing up, eli? Where are You
going"
Home"
"And where is that?'
a place called Milldean, in the
thriving state Of Connecticut"
MAY ask the cause OF this sudden
moye?7
"Of course. I found myself getting
dspirted and headachy, and general
ly disguised with city life. Besides,
I've a lively desire to see what dan
delion is like, and to inhale an atmos-
phere not impregnated with gas,
frangipani and bad cigars.
"A tolcrable good array Of reasons.
Well, what sort of place is Mill
dean"
"Don't know
You don't know? Strangest of all
the Smiths, what does this mean
Are You talking in riddles p
Not a bit Of it, l never was there
The place belonged to an uncle OF
mine by the way, his name was John
who was SO considerate as to will il
to me in the absence of other heirs
It's a fine old house they tell me; the
housekeeper manages things very
nicely, and I'm just going home to
survey the domains for a week or two
l wish you'd go with me-
Il could not possibly, Calender
You sec Halo ? where am l going
to %
"Only through the lid of my hat-box
Take care-there goes my dressing
case in your blind struggles! Never
mind, there is no harm done"
I'm sony-upon my word l am,
calculated the penitent CARL, rubbing
his elbows and surveying the chaos
around him with ludicrously dis
tressed face Don't move Calende
| III pick up the things in half sec
ond; serves me right for being sucl
a laundering block-head Here yol
p are-pomade bottles, pen-knife, razo
case, hair brushes and-what do Vol
t call this old fellow?'
e Calender Smith turned his hea'
leisurely around; the color deepene'
suddenly on his dark cheek as he say
CARL Jefferson holding up SINAI
, pink glove.
+ "Where did you get that T. he de
manded, quickly extending his ham
for it.
/ "Well, directly from the hoor-in
/ directly, | suppose it came from TIN
r ivory box, whose cover | regret to say
: is broken The idea of a lady's glow
preserved so tenderly in Calende
Smiths dressing-case It's discoy
cry worth making. Number six-sh