The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1868-10-13

ored doorway.
"Beniamin !" cries Miss Disbrow,
nervously-''he has come home! Pers
haps she has left him motel Perhaps
oh perhaps, he is reading it now! Oh.
Benjamin! Ought 1 to go over and tell
him what we knowi Ought n"
Benjamin did not reply, but he looked
thoughtful, which was more satisfactory
to the inquirer and Miss Disbrow sat
down and rocked, with her face toward
the church, as the Jews in exile turned
their faces toward Jerusalem
Benjamin. said she, presently, 81
will go. 1t is my duty. The next train
to Cleveland leaves at sevensforty; and
there is not moment to lose."
So she went.
Mr.. Whiting answered her ring this
morning as before, and though he looked
little surprised at the untimely call, he
seemed no wise agitated or under cloud.
"Nfrs, Whiting has not returned 7" be-
gan the spinster.
'No, maam. l do not expect her bes
fore the last of the week. Is there any
thing can do for you, in her absence,
Miss Distrow 7" returned the wronged
husband
"Nothing, Mr.. Whiting-nothing for
me. Where did l understand you TO say
Mrs. Whiting has gomez Could it be
Cleveland ?"
"No. Cincinnati She has gone to
her sisters, Mrs. Gaegon perhaps you
know her ?" replied the unconscious map,
wondering to the tips of his boots if Miss
Disbrow was there. "Another pillow
gone over, maybe, or, perhaps, she has
seen Bridget giving cold pieces to beg-
gar at the back,gate," mused he, listens
ing with a hungy ear for the breakfasts
bell
But his wonder and musing were cut
painfully short
"Mr, Whiting" said Miss Disbrow,
solemnly. 81 am afraid l have bad news
for you Your wife did not go to Cincin.
natl, as you suppose she went to Cleves
land. And she did not go alone"
Mr.. Whiting stared helplessly at the
speaker, unable on the instant to take in
such dreadful tidings.
''What do you p he asked, stu
pidly, at last.
"What / say is true, Mr.. Whiting
have it from parties who saw her 90. She
has gone to Cleveland, and she did not 90
alone, - repeated Miss Disbrow, nodding
SO wisely, she might have been an aunt
of Solomons
Mr. Whiting was as innocent as cup
| r, ~, III k,tt ho haI
as woman and if he had not been
born u man he would certainly have been
a blue bottle fly, humping about restless
and distracted Therefore, as soon as he
had fairly comprehended Miss Disbrow's
disgracelul story, he was nearly wild.
''Ile took it harder than | could wish,
Beniamin. Harder than 1 could wish.
Poor man! don't know ,ohen l have
pitied any body so before, and truly, Ben
iamin. ! am afraid shall have no appeo
titc for my breakfast; and you know it
is fish-balls to,day, and | am more partial
to fsh-balls than anything. 1t is too
bad! SO it is"
And Miss Disbrow sighed, partly for
her own loss, and partly for the loss Of her
neighbor.
''Yes, Benjamin! There he goes. Yes
going TO find her; and when he finds
: her-what then? What then, | ask you,
Benjamin?'
Benjamin did not know-he had no
means of knowing-se he did not tell.
And after smelling at bottle of cam
, phor, Miss Disbrow went on -'It does
seem to me, and always has, that if Mr..
Whiting had not been born idiot, he
might have known better than to marry
l such pretty bunch Of lace and feathers
| But Il man is always fool about wo-
man until he marrres her,"
While Miss Disbrow, full of wis ION
4 and of sympathy, talked thus behind her
i glasses and her windowscurtains, Mr..
Whiting went down the avenue to the
t depot, half frantic with haste and horr,
r bic fancies, blaming himself miserably,
d as he went on his miserable way, for his
u blindness and carelessness, while thou
C sand things, overlooked and forgotten be,
! fore, Strengthened and explained them
o selves in the light of this shameful light,
Z Once in the car, the train, at its swift.
est, seemed to crawl like sick caterpl
y lar; and oh, how tediously often ant
i long they stopped at every woodpile and
= hamlet of shanties Suddenly they stop.
o ped, not much Of anywhere, and never
Il started again.
Il "Whot is up now ;" cried out Mr.
a Whiting, impatiently
'e Nothing is mp. a bridge is do'cn,
is answered somebody, in such provoking
h ly cool tone, Mr., Whiting felt like ask
ID ing him to fight. 1--WE have to 60 arounC
three miles in sleigh, and take the trail
J on the other side. Fine chance for {
10 sleigh ride," added the contented soul
whose wife sat in the seat beside him
le crocheting Il very minute pink sacque.
= Sure enough First an hour of ignomi
nious waiting, then the crowded, tediou
t transportation of five hundred men and
le women, and each of their five hundre,
: trunks, over and back, A cycle of tim
to man with a swarm of bees in hi
10 heart
la PAT all tL;nuS con,o rounJ 10