The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1866-10-31
In the Omnibus.
A SKETCH.

SKETCH.
A mighty woman with bundle,
cross woman with baby, an unconfort-
able woman with dog, an old gentleman
with an ear trumpet, a beamng young
lady with an expansive crinoline, and the
usual complement of nothing particular
people, including mine. sell, John Hayes
gentleman at large. | would not have
been inside if | could have helped it nor
in an omnibus at all, i'll could have
helped it; anl, judging from the sur
rounding faces, we were all i'll the same
plight. We were all hot, and we all
hated one another When fellow. crei-
ture is visibly radiating the caloric one
already has in ex ,ess, hatred for him, or
even her, follows in logical sequence, and
we were waiting for more passengers
"Pledse help me in, Im Blind" 1t
was the tiniest, sweetest voice; we all
turned TO see little girl lay her hand
confilingly on the conductors arm. |
took her from him as fearfully as if she
had been in truth what she looked like
my parian Clyte--the same pure, sweet
face, with the delicate features and droop-
ing white eyelids; but the sadness Of her
pallor was relieved by the vivid dark
gold of her hair, which fell in soft thick
rolls npon her neck.
"Isnt there Il dog here p said she
presently.
Yes, darling said the dogs owner,
as she handed it to the child, looking uu-
comfortable no longer the blind face
turned to hers seemed to charm away its
nervousness.
"What a dear little fellow !" said
Clytie, and the rough terrier grew pop
ular
DO they let you go far alone ? said
the cross woman.
80, yes" The little one gave low,
glad laugh of triumph. 'I've been to
the blind school | can do everything
for mvself, now"
"Would you mind saying that again,
my dear, I'm very deaf said the old
gentleman. She repeated her sentence,
adding, with an odd womanly pity, Ii
must be so sad to be deaf.
l said, involuntarily, You don't look
as though you were ever sad
81! y, no, never am, now Envy is
we'll"
"Who is Envy :"
why, my little sister; o. such a
little darling but she was i'll for long
lime-so long
Clytie's voice faltered, as though she
were living over again Il great sorrow.
"l5ut she is we'll now p said.
so YES, quite strong and its so nice. "
"IIave you many sisters and brothers p
asked the young lady.
mo, only Emy and one brother, baby
Tom he's such a great fat fellow, and
he laughs-you can't think how h,
laughs"
Ii it was anything like the musical ril
his sister sent ripping through the air,
should like to have heard that baby
"Whnt does he laugh att" said The
cross woman
80, everything at Envy and me
when we play Punch and Judy; and n
dinner, when there's dumplins an
sometimes he lies on the floor and laugh
at himself; and we laugh. too, its S,
funny" The little ones mirlh was in
fcctious. we all joined in, with various
moiulations Of the roar of the deaf gen
tleman, who couldn't stop himself, anC
setting us off again. little Clyne, clappin;
her soft gloyed hands till she made th'
dog bark. and the conductor looked il
to say, "Well, if | ever saw such IA row
"Eu,ton road, please" said Clytie
turning into n business woman all at once
The unwelcome place seemed to conn
directly as turned from helping th'
cEid out, saw the cross womans fac
breaking up into tears
"Il's queer" she said, "but feel lik,
to cry to see her so merry"
was unpleasantly conscious Of wha
my dear mother used TO call the apple il
my throat, so was grateful to the dea
gentleman for saying 'Eh : and sayini
the effort of replying, We all fell int
| QnleInesS, Uut IL WAS curious 10 nOllc
how forbearing we grew TO one another
the child's great loss, worn like a flower
crown on the head Of some picture,
saint, made our petty discomforts al
melt AWAY. The young lady began t
play with the baby, the old gentleman
with the dog, and ], who object to a
. gratuities on the principle of rever havin
any money to spare, was sbsolutely pleas
ed when the mighty woman handed bac
her change to her vanquished foe, saying
"Never mind the penny, conductor.
Even the cross woman grew quite ir
teresting over reminiscence of youi
she had known when she WAS girl, VIII
|, had recovered his sight after being bin
Cor year.
t, think, il instead of being plucke
: civil service candidate, ! could be
woman with a mission would choos
that Of my unconscious little Clytie.
Weston, Mo, fifteen years ago ha