Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1869-05-18

Wnere a close carriage, with a driver,
all IN readiness to mount the box,
stood awaiting him, but before he
reached the stable, another close car.
raige, drove furiously past him, splash
ing his new suit plentifully with mud,
and if he could have looked in, he
would have seen his promising son,
Tom, lolling comfortably on the back
seat, cfdckling all to himself to think
how he should surprise the old gentle
man when they met.
Wont it be rich? p he snickered.
Won't they feel small to be caught in
their own nest" and young Tom
laughed there to himself, as he ratified
on through the streets of Landersburg,
till at last the carriage stopped and
the driver appeared at the door.
Here we are, sir
Bless me? cried Tom, we came in
a hurry, | think.
Orders believe, sir.
Yes. to be sure. I find no fault
and he jumped out and ran up to Mrs.
Rosipozes back yard gate.
is that you, Tom?'
He thought he could make out wo-
mans form in the darkness wrapped
in a waterproof cloak; but he could
be positive of nothing save the voice,
and that was Jessica's.
'Of course its Tom, love- he whis-
pered back. How came you out here
| was to find you to
'Oh, | heard the carriage, and
thought I'd save you the trouble of
coming any further, she replied.
That was kind he said, leading
her toward the carriage. He helped
her in, and following, took a seat be.
side her, while the coachman closed
the door, and then, mounting the box,
drove off, just as the rattling of car
riage wheels met his ears.
As they rolled away, Tom slipped
his arm around the lady's waist, drew
her close to his breast and kissed her
or cried the lady recoiling from
him.
"What's the matter, love?" whis-
pered Tom.
That muStacheT Y she faItered.-
His face is smooth =
"The deuce it is" said Tom.
That voice Y screamed the lady.
THAT voice 7 shouted Tom.
dts young Tom" said she.
dts the widow! Y yelled Tom.
80, heavens we must drive right
back, for he's waiting for me-"
"Of course We must, for she's wait
ing for me, groaned Tom. "Stop the
carriage"
'Halloo," cried the driver. "What
now ?"
Drive right back we've left some.
thing behind, gasped the widow.
just as you say, marm," returned
the driver, and accordingly the car
rage was turned about.
Now, while young Tom had been
finding out his mistake, old Tom had
reached the widow Rosipozie'8, had
found woman bundled in a water
proof standing just outside of the back
door, had whispered the words, as it
you?' and had received the answer,
"Yes, dear Tom; had lifted her into
the carriage, had given word to the
coachman, and now they were making
ali possible speed for W, and so
to be comfortable, he had placed his
arm around the dear form and placed
a kiss upon those sweet lips.
"Why where's your mustache ?" she
whispered.
"Mustache + laughed old Tom.
Twas such a beauty You havn't
shaved it OFF,"
Shaved it OFF, cried he, II never
had mustacte." !"
90, that voice it isn't Toms"
at is Toms, said Mr.. Wigwag, be-
ginning to tremble with vague fear
of he knew not what. "Are you the
widow Rosipoize ?"
mo, no, I'm her daughter"
40 the deuce! Where's your moth
er ?"
II don't know-O, | don't know, a
horrible suspicion crossing her mind
I"Where's your son ?"
"What. Tom? At home and abed.
mo, Mr.. Wigwag, he has run away
with my mother p screamed Jessica.
"The rascal, groaned Mr.. Wigwag
at is all a mistake-a horrid mis-
take, " said Jessica, bursting into tears
Il see, murmured Wigwag, gasp
ing for breath. 1--WE must go back
go back to oe laughed at by all Land
ersburg. We can't keep it to our
selves. Murder will out. Stop tht
carriage" he shouted to the driver
Take US back as fast as you can.
have left bundle Of dry goods will
"a woman in it," and he fell back il
his seat perfectly overcome.
Not another word was spoken un
til the carriage arrived at the widow
Rosipozie's. Then the apothecary go
down helped Jessica out, and dismiss
ed the driver, by placing greenbacl
in his hand and whispering the single
word, mum"
There was a brilliant light in tht
parlor. The widow was reclining OF
the sofa, and Tom was smoking hi
!, cigar, with his head out of the window
Tom Wigwag, senior, followed By
: Jessica, entered the room.
, "Well," said young Tom.
"Well, young man, what have you
to say about it" growled the apothe
cary.
aWasn't it jolly, father ?"
"Tom Wigwag, you ought to bt
ashamed of yourself to"
"Run away with young and limo
cent girl, when you had promised te
marry her mother" put in Tom.-
"Come father, as we have begun, lets