Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1868-07-28

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"Humph! Billy Duane says bully
persisted David, "and I've heard thee
say lots of times the Duanes were all
gentlemen"
Patience bit her lip, as was her
wont when she was vexed.
"Halloar y exclaimed David Wilson,
"There comes John Duane, who makes
the music up to st. Johns. Golly!
what little sharp steeple that church
has got The boys call it the Church
of the Holy Tooth-P Pick. John has
got one Of the Hunter girls with him.
Say Patie, wouldn't thee look fine
with thy hair all kinked up like that,
and red flowers in thy bonnet ?''
Patience Wilson, frowning, said:
''If thee isn't quiet, David, I'll tell
mother"
twas threat not to be disregard
ed. The boy glanced backward at
his mothers Madonna face, and was
quiet.
Patience looked after the two pc
destrians who tripped lightly by the
side of the road. How pretty Katie
Hunter was, she thought. She was
not absolutely prettier than herself,
but Patience knew that Katie Hun
ter's good points were brought out
and intensified by harmonious colors
aud the modiSte'S silk, while her own
she glanced down at her drab dress,
with the Old diSparaging look, and
sighed. John Duane was so fond of
bright tintS and decided shades He
was fond Of all things beautiful. He
Was a fashionable man tOO-a man of
the world, Aunt Phebe called him.
He had mingled much i'll society, and
the society OF women who studied Par
is fashions, and made their purple
and fine linen after the latest modes.
He was a great lover Of music. I'm
der his skiIlful fingers rare melodies
were evolved, and to his careful ear
no harmony was lost. He danced
also. Moreover, he liked it. Katie
Hunter said it was lovely beyond all
things to dance with him, he kept such
perfect time. And she? She was
Quakeress, hedged on all sides by dis
ciplin that even took the curl out Of
her hair, she said, 8arcaStically. John
Duane was a star out of her sphere.
What stars were in her sphere? She
glanced down at Eli Gardner. He
was the man of her mothers and aunt
Fhebe's election; but she shook her
head and drew away inStinctively, SO
wrapt in her own thoughts that she
did not hear Eli Gardner until he had
addressed her twice.
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askUd,
Patience shook her head. No"
she answered absently.
The young people will be sure to
invite thee, Eli went on to say.
Il shall be sure not to 90, Patience
answered.
"Oh nor' Eli Gardner remonstrat-
ed. |'If thee don't go, | shall not care
to
Patience bit her lip, and said in a
vexed way, like that which she spoke
to her little brother; Don't let me
influence thee | would not Tor all the
world"
But thee does" Eli Gardner be-
gan, turning his honest brown eyes
on Patience Wilson's face.
Take care, or thee'll upset US p
shouted David Wilson, as the horses
turned toward the widow Wilson's
house, and Eli Gardner, coming back
to his horses, left some things unSaid
that were in his heart to say.
John Duane, going to St. John 5
that afternoon, looked into the wild
ow Wilson's front yard, as was his
custom aud pleasure, and saw d trim
little figure under the locust trees that
drew him by some secret attraction
through the front gate, and to the lit
tie clump OF locusts.
Il want to see you minute, Miss
Patience" he said.
Yes, certainly" answered Patience
Wilson, in d confused way, blu5hing
deeply at the amused smile that pass
ed over the young mans face at her
reply. II don't mean that thee GER
taluly wanted to see me, . she added,
biting her lips in her characteristic
manner
"But | do certainly want to see
you, John Duane SAID emphatically.
In this uncertain world there are few
things more certain. What is more,
want to see you ten times when |
get the chance but once. Our ways
are very different, Miss Patience"
"Yes," Patience answered. The
difference of their ways had been the
burden of her thoughts that day.
Il want to see you especially to in
vite you to join the walking party to
Eagle Cliff on Thursday" John Duane
explained. The Hunters and Nor
tons, and most of the young people Of
st. Johns are going. | hope you are
mot going to refuse" he added, seeing
the doubt on Patience's face.
II don't know" Patience began.
"Oh, but you must CO." John Duane
urged. Il have made great ealcula-
tions on having you there. | am 60
ing early to drive my invalid sister
around by the back road. want you
to see her, for | am sure you will like
each other. But | must go. The
choir at st. Johns will be waiting for
me. Good-by, Miss Patience, and re-
member that shall be greatly disap-