The Vermont transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1864-1870, 1867-08-23
From Godey's Lady's Book.
Fanny's Bait.
by BELLE rurLEDGE.


q say, Paul I'm COMPOUNDED sick of
staying here in the city this sitting hot
weather What say for taking run
into the country?"
Il should like it, of all things, Dick.
This being confined to the sight Of
brick and mortar walls, with the Their
mometer up TO ninety in the shade, is
enough to make one sigh for a breath
Of fresh air from scented clover fields
ana glimpse of the pure blue sky,
was the answer.
"Well, then, agreed, Paul Wen
start tomorrow. have an uncle hy-
ing mp in Vermont, in just the pleas
ATTEST spot you ever saw-a large,
rambling farmhouse, with deep for
est near by, where we can shoot, and
a river with plenty of fish; and then he
has pretty daughters besides. III
warrant you a pleasant trip up to
Uncle Georges and who knows but
that Mr. Paul Vincent, the fastidious
connoisseur OF female beauty, may lose
his heart to one of my rosy country
cousins before his return ?"
But Paul Vincent only drew up bis
handsome form, and swept back the
thick masses of wavy dark hair from
his broad forehead, saying:
Don't fear for my heart, Richard
| never saw the lady yet who could fiji
il; and, though no doubt your fair
cousins are pretty, and all that, still
you know me too well to form any
plans of that sort. No mahimony for
me this many year
"Oh, well, Paul, you'll be caught
some day by witch Of thing, who
will tear to tatters all your fine ideas
about matrimoDy and so forth, with
her spicy words and saucy airs :"
laughed Richard, rising; but l must
be off, now. BE sure to pack up your
portmanteau tonight, and I'll be
around early in the morning; for we'd
better take the first train east, in or
der to get to my Uncle Randall's be-
fore night
Yes, I'll be readyl" replied Paul;
and so his friend departed.
Richard Warner and Paul Vincent
were intimate friends, having been
classmates in college, and graduated
with equal honors from their Alma
Mater. Richard was practicing law
in the city; and Paul, though the heir
of wealth, still sat at the mercantile
desk where his deceased father had
acquired a fortune.
On the next morning the two friends
seated themselves in the railway car,
and were borne rapidly away from the
hot, dusty city, into the pleasant, open
country; refreshed with the varied
glimpscs of green fields and sparkling
waters, past which they were whirled
along. At nightfall they arrived at
their journeys end, having ridden
some twenty miles in the stage-coach
after leaving the railway; and, both
tired and hungry, they presented them
selves at the farm house door OF Mr.
George Randall, where they were re-
ceived with hearty welcomes.
"Im sorry, Richard, said his aunt,
chat the girls have gone over to
Windsor, to their cousins, on a visit
They went only this morning, and will
be away a week or more. How un-
lucky but you must stay till they
come back you and your friend.
Eyes, Aunt Lucy, we will place our
selves under your Inequalities for a
little period, for we left town for rest
and enjoyment; and, if it's to be had
anywhere, we shall find it here, l
know - replied her nephew.
Farmer Randall soon made his APP
pearance from the field, and welcomed
the young men with hearty shake OF
the hand.
$50, then, Nephew Dick, I'm glad
you've not forgotten us = he said.
"No Uncle Randall; nor the fine
trout fishing in your river, nor the
coed game in your woods. My friend
Paul is capital shot. and he's going
to try his luck up here, answered the
Young man.
"Well, we do have plenty of game
here, MIR. ViDcent-pigeons q plenty,
and now and then some duck; and
many o. your city folks come up here
to try their luck, said the farmer
81 declare, Dick" said Paul, as the
two wendell their steps homeward al