The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1866-11-02

GU II Is laIu W lulllh you never lOFeu
me ~
And Ephraim Tucker went out into the
stormy night, and the door closed behind
him.
/ My tears fell faster than the drenching
ram that night yet, withal, | was trebly
sure that | loved John and had never
loved Ephraim
| did not see him often after that /;
sometimes not for months and we never
spoke or seemed to notice each other. If
people remarked it, ii was no strange thing
to see engagements broken of and after
while | became quite happy. Happier
than ever, wien, at last John Redesdale's S
studies We're over, and he came to preach
at the methodist church in our town, for
now we were to be married in Il little
while, and | should share his lot for life
The church members were few but re-
spectable-all steady going farmers and
mechanics and their families. save one
She was Mrs. Edgar, widow, and a
. biNttF "oiilttil IOI lltl tipt tNllc
money, and dressed and Iived well :: but
there had always been ill-teeling between
her and the rest of the town. for she had
been, they said, an actress when Il girl.
and had what people called bold ways
ans! 10 bc an actress was, i'll the eyes of
our village. to hc but one remove from the
arch iiend himself.
" Her husband had however been meth
od>t. and she had Joined the church also,
and sat. SUNDAY after Sunday. III her gay
bonnets and silk dresses far up the middle
aisle.
! People said that she was more constant
in her attendance than ever. after the
white haired old minister lett and John
Rr,cS,lalc began TO preach. and twenty
di>a@reeabIe stories were told me by 81
many people.
cared not one whit for them all.
knew. or thought knew. the man
loved.
Once or twice, 1t Is true, John went tu
her house to tea: but he went everywhere.
and could not refuse her. And when he
called OH others. why should lie not call
on Mrs. Edgar also WAS Il Jealous
IDIOT to think hard OF that.
50 | laughed at the stories until one
morning. coming 10y Il shortcut across the
common from Aunty Browns trimming,
store, saw Ephraim Tucker coming tc
meet me | thought he would pass IL
usual, but he paused instead and spoke to
me:
Clara Spcer, if YOU are not in toe
much haste to hear :; word OF good advice,
stop a while.
Il am always ready tor good advice
answered with Il laugh, and stood still.
He took hold of my arm, and put hi,
lips close 10 my ear.
Two years ago" he said, lyon iilte,
NE lor that canting par>on with the mu
Iatto skin. You had your choice, but il,
not too late to find out what he Is vet
Watch him next time he visits Mrs Ed
gar.
laughed III his face.
Il have heard those ridiculous >torie,
before" >;lil Il trust John, as | hop,
he trusts me-
"lOu are Il woman 10 Gc trusted ," hi
Snecrcd. No matter. don't ;lsk vou
To believe me; trust Your OWL SENSES
Your sancliicd bit of perfection is to tax,
tea with Mrs. Edgar on tuesday. There
an arbor in her garden and behind tn,
arbor a hedge Ii YOU choose to wait an,
} listen there after dark. You may know
whether the stories YOU hear are true o.
false"
And he dropped my arm and stalkec
away, leaving me faint with terror.
: did little work that dav. The next
Tuesday, sat with my hands folded. IN,
asked myself the question, over and owe
agair-.ShaIl / watch him or not -
At last | SAID: Il will 20 to prove tn
trutll-not because doubt him
When night camc-a dark night with
out moon-l put on my hood and shawl
, and crept out like 4 guilty thing Tn
way was clear to Mrs Edgar's house, an,
| met no one: but when | got there sa,
the windows I'LL alight, and shrunk int
the shadow was ASHAMED of watchin
: NV own lrue love at Ephraim Tucker
instance But, for all that, went arum
4 the Garden fence until found the he,in
{ and the summer house, and there | stoo
: and listened, a Il prisoner might listen 10
l his sentence, for there were two people i
I the arbor-l man and woman.
B., They were talking in whl>pcrs-cooin.
a tender whi>pers-;.nd at last one spok
out:
a No, John: | don't believe one ha
?. that you say,
. 1t was Mrs Edgar'S voice but thel
r was more than one John in The world.
The mans voice muttered somethin.
: and then the woman cried coquettishly
e Il Young and pretty, OH, how you fla
V ter ~ And there WAS the sound of sia
one of those little >laps some wome
:, are always bestowing on their masculil
II friends.
II More whi>pering-words | could n,
hear, listen As would, came near, and
| had said again and again, That is no OF
| know" wien out came the words:
- You shan't kiss me. No indeed yo
,t shan't Mr.. RedesdaIe. Keep your kiss
for Miss Speer, You know its all nol
:, sense to pretend you like me best. L
n scream if YOU d." And then | heard
a romp and a kiss.
An hour after | found myself lying