Vermont daily transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1868-1870, 1869-05-15


female creature? Did you ever know
me TO be conscious whether woman
had OH shawl or n swallow-tailcd /
coat -
Mary eclipscd the blue eyes behind
little pocket handkerchief, and Henry,
the savage, banged the door loud enough |
to give Betty, in the kitchen, a nervous
start.
Raining again / do believe we are
going to have Il second edition of the
dcluge," said MIR. Edge to himself that
evening, a he cnsconscd his six feet of
| iniquity in the southwest corner of the
car at the city hall. go ahead, con-
ductor; can't you see we are full, and il
is dark already?''
"In a minute, sir,n said the conduc-
tor, as he helped little woman with Il
basket on board. "Now, sir, move up
little If you please"
Mr.. Edge was exceedingly comforta-
bic, and did not wat to move up, but
the light Of the lamp falling on the
pc arly forehead and shining eyes, he
altered his mind and moved up.
what lovely eyes, quoth n mental
~, as he bestowed Il single acknowl-
edging smile. "Real violet, the color |
admire most Bless me. what business
has an old married man like me think
ing about eyes; there, she has drawn
confoundcd vii over her face, and the
light is As dim rs a 'allow dip; but those
are pretty cyes!
The fair possessor of the blue eyes
shivercd slightly, and drew her mantilla
closer around her shoulders.
"Are you cold, Miss? Pray honor me
by wearing my shawl l do not need it
myself
She did not refuse-she murmured
some faint apology for troubling him,
but it was not a refusal.
mo trouble-not Bit" said he with
alacrity, arranging it on her tapering
shoulders, and then, as the young lady
handed her fare to the conductor, he
said to himself: "What slender, love
ly little hand. If there is anything |
admiYo in woman, it is pretty hand.
Wonder what kind of a mouth shc has
got? 1t must be a delightful one if it
corresponds with the halr and eyes.
Plague take the veil"
But "plague"-whoever that mysti-
cal power may be-did not take posses
sion of the veil, so Mr.. Edges curiosity
about the blue-eyed damsel remained
unSatisted.
"Have you room enough, Miss? 1
fear You are crowded.; pray sit little
closer to me-"
"Thank you, sir" was the soft .roply
that came from under the veil, as Mr..
edge rapturously reflected, "like an an
gel from out a dark cloud. And his
heart gave a loud thump as the pretty
shoulders touched his shaggy overcoat
IN a hesitating sort of way.
Decidedly, this is getting quite ro-
mantle" thought he, and then, with an
audible whisper, " what would Mary
say? ?"
The rest of that long, dreary ride was
de icious, with that shoulder against
his own How CALAMITY he Jumped up
0 pull the strap for her-by some freak
of fortune, it happened to be the very
same street where he intended to stop.
And under the circumstances we hardly
blame him, when the cars stopped 81
suddenly that she caught at his hand
for Support, for the squeeze he gave the
plump snowy palm, any man of his
sense would have done the same-it was
such an inviting little lilly.
''Allow me to carry your basket, Miss,
IS long as orr paths lie in the same di-
rection, )" said Mr.. Edge, courteously, re-
lieving her of the burden as he spoke );
"and-may be you'd find less difficulty
if you would take my ARM
Well, wasn't it delightful Mr.. Edge
forgot the wet sire It's and the pitchy
darkness, he thought he was walking
on roses. Only rs he approached his
own door, he began to feel little ner
vous, and wished the little incognito
wouldn't hold on so tight. Suppose
Mary should be at the window on the
lookout, as she often was, how would
make her believe he only wanted to be
: polite to the fair traveller. Besides his
sweeping declarations in the morning,
she wO I'D be sure to recall them.
AS he stopped at the right number,
and bid blue eyes adieu, he was aston
ished to see her run lightly up the steps
to enter likewise. Gracious Apollo! he
burst into chilly Precipitation at the
idea of the young lady's error.
II think you must have made Il mis-
: take Miss" he stammerd, "this can't
be your house."
: But it was too late-she was already
in the brilliantly lighted hall, and,
turning around, threw off her dripping
: nabiliments and made a low courtesy.
Every much obliged to yon for your
politencas, STRIP
"Why, it is my wife, gasped Mr..
: Edge.
And happy to see you have not for
, gotten all your gallantry toward ladies'"
pursued the me ciless little puss, her
blue eyes they were pretty,) all in a
dance with suppressed roguery.
Edge looked from ceiling to floor, in
: vain search of loophole to retreat, but
The search was unavailing.
"Well," said he, in the most sheepish
of tones, lit is the first time l ever was
so polite to a lady in the cars, and hang
me if it shan't be the last"
"You see dear" said the ecstatic lit
tie lady, ~ didn't expect to be delayed
so lolg, and hadn't any idea that l
should meet with SO much attention in
the cars, and that from my own hus-
band, too! Goodness gracious how aunt
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