St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1869-08-27

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d part, then turned on his heel and mad
! the casual inquiry:
"Oh, by-the-way, can you tell me til
It name of the old lady who slipped out c
n the back door just as l came in p
j ''Hivin bless yer kind heart, NIisthe
e Adolphus!" cried Maggie. SAY, al
open yer eyes too, if We can't till the dit
terence, at your time O life, God bls
me, betwane an ould woman and th
? prettiest girl in all Cobble Country :"
"1ou don't mean to say that the per
son who went out of this house as | cam
: IN was pretty young girl?''
''Faix an do that ! 1t was Mis-
| Lofty Burrill, and her father owns tn,
farm next Mr.. Butfum' s-only he's deac
} now, poor sowl-sorry for him ,-anc
she and the mother are lift alone to tine
1t. Bad work they make of it indade
and no wonder, for it's not asy to man.
age thin tarm-hands when there's a mar
to do II, let alone pair of sorrowfu
women ~
''Has Miss Burrill gone home %
"Iroth and that's more than can say,
Sir. AS soon as James kilt his finger in
the COW house ran across the field to
get her-tor she has a wonderful knowl-
edge o doctherin', and many's the time
she's been good to us alriddy But as
soon as she heard gintleman at the
dhoor she went out like young deer
for shes shy of strangers-and she said
she'd walk in the garden bit till YOU
was gone
"Well, Maggie, l want to thank her
tor taking such good care of you and
James. suppose you just call her in
and introduce me-"
Very well, Misther Adolphus."
Maggie opened the back door and called
Miss Lofty. Miss Lofty! Darlint,
can ye be afther givin one lasht LUX at
'Iames's finger before you 20 back to the
mother ~
From the leugth of time which elapsed
before any answer was returned, it seems
unquestlonable that Miss Lofty must
have been at some very distant portion
OF the premises, where looking in at the
blinds was absolutely impossible.
AT last, however, the young lady came
in. Without the slightest idea that any
body was present save lcr Irish protcncs.
and with checks flushed by her late cxcr-
else in the garden, she tripped up to cx-
anime that dolorous bale of unbleachcd
muslin, James, finger then. with the
prettle>t little air OF trepidation and sur
prise, catching sight of Adolphus, made
Il half step back toward the door again.
"NIiss Burrill," said Maggie, with
frank brevity, this is Misther Adolphus
that I've touid ye of SO often"
The young lady bowed modeStlv. and
amended AIagSie's nomenclature bv muir
murlng, Mr.. ShcarSwOrth.
Il could not bear to leave the house.
Miss Burrill," said Adolphus, without
expressing the gratitude felt by myself
(and | am sure | may speak for Mr.
Butfum too) for your repeated acts OF
kindness to these favorite family SER
wants"
pray don't mention it, Sir. The
little | can do for them is great plea
sure TO me"
Indeed | don't doubt that: | can
easily believe that kindness is your ia
vorite luxury but it none the less de
mands an acknowledgment. have been
for some time intending to make Il call
upon Mrs. Burrill and yourself for that
purpose rs well as neigLbory courtesy.
But YOU know that business Is the order
OF the day at Mr.. Butfum's, and until
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against my wishes, l can assure you.
May l have the happiness of walking
home with you, and being introduced to
your mother this morning? p
The young lady assented with blush
of innocent pleasure and as the two
went out of James Killpatrick's door to-
gether that patient sufferer gave Maggie
Il knowing wink out of the tail of his
eye, and pointed at them with the invalid
finger. An artist of the High Ideal
school would have chosen different
representative for the finger of Fate
might probably have preferred for his
material bronze or marble to roll of
unbieached muslin but Fate is no re-
specter of high art schools, and the fin
ger could not have been more significant,
more prophetic.
The young lady who had accepted
Adolphus's convoy was clear rosy bur-
nette of eighteen, with those great soft
brown eyes which lure man of his
temperament as far into good or evil us
any human motive can take him. IfI
with those eyes she had possessed a nose
the least bit retrOuSSe, she would have
been the wickedest of coquettes the
most fiery of jealous sweet-hearts that a
young man could peril his peace with,
had that nose been keenly aquiline. 1t
was neither of these, but our American
Improvement on the Grecian, straight rs
Aspasia's, but with n more spirited,
more generous nostrils, defined from the
brow more clearly-our New World
feminine nose of character and common
sense.
All this description (some one may
grumble) lavished on the nose of young
country girl! But nay, my friend, any
nose that is a nose at all is worth it for
that feature is most wonderful index of
nature, despite all the poets who have
given it such gingerly go by. Add to
these details beautiful mouth-beauti
full, though as far as possible from those
on the outside of French perfume boxes,
or pouted in everlasting Stiffness through
out the "Beau WOnde'' and the "Gaier1e
pour Rue." Not its least loveliness to
Adolphus-and the impression grew up
ON him-was that it looked as if it never
had been, never could be, the gateway
of logic As they went toward Mrs.
Bcrrilrs, and the first timidity of the in
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