Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1869-06-30

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want?
Eyes, ma am, I will remember she
made answer meekly, and folded up Miss
Towers black barege shawl, while that la
dy hurried out into the kitchen to see wheth-
er the fire was in proper condition for the
baking of divers and sundry savory com
pounds designed to tempt the appitite of
the expected guest
Il wish he wasn't coming ~ thought
Becky. I'VE have been so happy together,
all the summer, aud now
But Miss Towers voice shrilly calling to
Becky to come and stone some r;lisirs for
her, interrupted the discontented fragment
of a reverie into which she had fallen
Miss Towers was arfayed like unto the
lilies of the field in her new steel colored
silk aress-our smile applies to the gener-
al g1rgeousness of her apparel not its color
merely and white satin ribbons in her cap,
when the stage rumbled into sight round
the corner of the fence, where a huge will
low waved its green banner, shutting off all
outside view beyond its streaming boughs
Little Becky Harland, who had been on
the Q,ri rice at the garrett window, came
flying down stairs like thistle down blown
by the summer breeze
'Oh, Miss Towers! Miss Towers there
is gentleman all alone on the back seat of
the stage, and am sure it must be Mr.
Towers ~
Mr. Towers I" repeated the old lady, in
an accent almost of irritation. why, Re-
becca, | IN sure I've told you that his name
isn't Towers; it is"
But here she broke short off, hurrying to
the front door to greet the new conner, while
Becky, in an unaccountable fit of shyness,
shrank back into the corner, and looked up
intently at the picture of Ruth aud Naomi
that hung over the mantel piece.
Il wish he hadn' come! | wish he
hadn't comel" repeated Becky over and
over to herself. We we're so happy be-
fore -
And then remembering Miss Towers ju-
dicious advice as to keeping out of the way
except when she was wanted, Becky turn
ed to escape out among her friends. the
downy chickens, at the south door; but to
her infinite discontinue, just as she opened
the door, Miss Towers steel colored silk
rustled up to the threshold with tail, state
ly figure walking by her side, and poor lit
tie Becky came face to face with them,
her cheeks dyed scarlet, and her red brown
hair dishevelled by her haste, yet looking
wonderfully pretty withal.
'Rebecca - slowly enunciated Miss Tow
ers, in an accent betokening sort OF mild
displcasure.
But her tall companion, man of about
thirty five, with dark grey eyes, hair black
as raven wing. and face which, if not
strictly handsome, bore the exquisite outlines
of refinement, had hastily passed her, ard
entered the room.
Becky My darling Becky"
''Colonel Ealconer!' was all the girl could
gasp, so totally bewildered was she.
BLESS my soul !" calculated Miss Towers.
rubbing her spectacles as if she would wear
a hole in the crystal lenses; ''how ever did
Rebecca get acquainted with my brother?'
Il was engaged to be married to him once,
Miss Towers, said Becky, coloring and
smiling, for there was something in Colone
Falconers eyes that told her all the past was
in fair way to be forgiven.
And she will be again, Eunice, unless
have lost all nay old arts of persuasion, de
murely added Colonel Falconer.
'But." cried Miss Towers, why didn't
you tell me, Rebecca?''
Because, Miss Towers, answered Becky
Il never dreamed fcr an instant that you
brothers name was anything but Towers
or that Colonel Falconer could by any posi-
bility be related to you -
''WelI 1" cried Miss Towers, IF this don
beat all that ] ever heard of-that MaUric,
Falconer sfould-Dear me, there goes tn
kettle boiling over in the back kitchen y
And away went Miss Towers, ever
housewilely instinct in her bosom reused by
the sibilant sounds of the escaping cloud
! of vapOr.
When she came back-it is but just t
state that she stopped to take the two pan
/
of buttermilk biscuit out of the oven, and t
reach down sundry tumblers of amber iell
from the top shelf of the cupboard -Colont
Falconer and Becky Harland were vei
snug and confidential on the front porch
Becky biushed a little when Miss Tower
came out, but she did not withdraw he
hand from Maurice Falconer's.
WELL" said that lady, after single kee
glance through the gold spectaeles, .
s'pose I shall lose my hired help.
''Yes but then, sister Eunice, " said tf
Colonel, Il shall gain such a sweet lit
wife. -
us it really so ?" said Miss Towers.
eyes, it is really so, - laughed Beck,
But oh, Miss Towers, | shall never in a
my life forget how kind you have been
me-
And she stole up to Miss Towers an
kissed her withered cheeks SO fondly th'
the old lady had to wink hard to keep bat
the tears.
'Well, well, go along y quoth the o
lady. 81 don't know that | blame you, Il
becca, nor Maurice either. Young fol
will he Young folks.