The Vermont transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1864-1870, 1865-01-20

looked then, but it would take too
much time. | am great friend to
brevity in tales like this. I have seen
a picture that much resembles her.
not in the "Athen@um Gallery" but
a little volume called Cries in Lon
don" l forget the author, but it is
neither Irving nor Cooper, nor Mrs
Hemans-so no matter who il is. 10
those who know her, description
would be nothing new, and those who
do not, probably never will.
Now hope you will give me some
reason why [ should not like a hand.
some dress, said /, just to loosen the
words that seemed trembling on the
tip of her tongue, but which she could
not shake off. 1t had the desired
effect.
Should YOU like a handsome red ap-
pie if it was nothing but skin ?" In
quires she-"No, you wouldn't; and
what I spoke of this morning, was
just like that. But | promised to tell
you how ! got my experience, When
l was young, / suppose that, take me
all in all, ! was tolerably well to look
at, and those that knew me will tell
you to this day that Patty Hersey was
always called by them that gave her
her due, as modest, tiig, and smart a
girl, as any in the whole town of Tip
ernie. To be sure, some said /
thought quite as much of myself as
anybody did of me; but It's strange
how people will onvya handsome girl
My father was snug farmer and paid
MS large tax as the best of en-
was an only child, as you know. was
something Of a marry | had a good
many beaux, as you've heard me tell
before; but they didn't amount to
much more than a ball, n sleighride,
OF night or twos staying with, or so.
Lab Gayish lived about a mile from
our house-that is, across the woods;
it was rather more round the road.
The old place is there yet, just as it
used to be; but Lab, poor fellew, has
gone to OHIO; the Lord only knows,
whether he isn't killed and ate alive
by the Indians before now, though the
last letter he wrote, when Leasar Bax-
ter came down, said he'd got cap
ital wife and farm, and was doing
nicely Well, do think Lab liked
me, and should have done better to
have had him. Here Miss. Patty
wiped her eyes with the top of
her stocking she was knitting;
looked pathetic as could, and she
went on But I've got ahead Of
my tale, as Joe Dunbar said 1 don't
know how Lab came to think OF me.
He was dreadful bashful though, but
! soon found it ont
90! yes !" said I forgetting my
self, Byron says, quickly comes such
knowledge.
Well l don't care what Bwtm or
anybody else says; trust me for know
ing him at glance, from any other
1 in the world The first l thought Of
it, was .one day, going across old
Gayishs meadow, | fell aud split my
basket OF huckle-berries Lab was
there moving, and came and picked
EN- mp Whenever | met him after
this, it was always 'howd'ye DO, Patty
and then he would blush as red rs
/ the bandanna handkerchief on his
neck He wasn't much given to dress.
He always wore, weekdays, an old
continental hat, and suit of snuff
colored velvet that was his fathers
best, once; and he didn't go to meet
ing much All Of sudden, he got
( him a new suit of nice homespun
blue, with bright buttons, and a
new felt hat, and went to meeting
every Sunday,-and at last, he made
bold to come and see me. Old Gavish
owned ten cows and good farm.
Lab was mighty workish, prudent
sort Of fellow, never prancing round
with the girls and spending his mon
ey to buy EN- nicknacks; and every
body said if he lived, and did well and
was lucky he'd make rich man be-
fore fifty years old. All the old folks
liked the match. He was good ma
tured, though dreadful kind of sheep
ish, and | contrived to like it too,
though / never took much of no
ton to him. He used to come every
Sunday night, rain or shine; and
everybody thought he had popped the
question, and the match was settled
but it wasn't. He never had cour-
age. There lie used to SIT, and SET
alone in the best room, after all were
a-bed by the hour together. and never